08-20-2019, 10:10 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-20-2019, 10:10 PM by Nimue Isolde.)
She is not sure why she finds herself flying circles above Pangea today. She has been at a loss since arriving in Beqanna, finding nowhere to belong, finding nowhere to call home. The closest she had been to a place of comfort was along the river that flowed beneath her now. She had listened to the calls of Pangea while the air whispered softly between her heavy locks.
Maybe she should find her way to solid ground once again. Maybe her place is where it all started. With the whispers of a land infront of her and the tugges of his shadows behind her. Every now and again the lonely, shadow king crosses her mind. She had hoped he would be her friend, but instead had fathered her daughter. She nodded her head in a final decision as she tilted her wings towards the red, dusty ground and glided smoothly, settling elegantly beside the twisting river.
If by chance she'd run into that lonely, shadow king today it would not be one of conflict. Last time she was here she had reprimanded him for not knowing their daughter, but in all honesty he was no worse a father than she had been a mother.
Her sky blue eyes closed softly like they had the first time she had visited this god forsaken, beautiful land and the canyons hummed to her once more. No, if she by chance ran into that lonely, shadow king she would simply listen to him if he felt the need to talk. Maybe, just maybe, he needed a friend just as much as she did.
The soft autumn wind pulled at her slivered mane and lifted the red dust up from the ground to be caught and settled into her white feathering along her heels. The tips of her opal wings shimmered in a light dusting of Pangea's red familiar markings. Her edges had softened in the past 2 years, an elegant piece of equine rooted in a harsh, barren land. Her head bobbed to century old stories provided by the voice of canyons breath.
Maybe she should find her way to solid ground once again. Maybe her place is where it all started. With the whispers of a land infront of her and the tugges of his shadows behind her. Every now and again the lonely, shadow king crosses her mind. She had hoped he would be her friend, but instead had fathered her daughter. She nodded her head in a final decision as she tilted her wings towards the red, dusty ground and glided smoothly, settling elegantly beside the twisting river.
If by chance she'd run into that lonely, shadow king today it would not be one of conflict. Last time she was here she had reprimanded him for not knowing their daughter, but in all honesty he was no worse a father than she had been a mother.
Her sky blue eyes closed softly like they had the first time she had visited this god forsaken, beautiful land and the canyons hummed to her once more. No, if she by chance ran into that lonely, shadow king she would simply listen to him if he felt the need to talk. Maybe, just maybe, he needed a friend just as much as she did.
The soft autumn wind pulled at her slivered mane and lifted the red dust up from the ground to be caught and settled into her white feathering along her heels. The tips of her opal wings shimmered in a light dusting of Pangea's red familiar markings. Her edges had softened in the past 2 years, an elegant piece of equine rooted in a harsh, barren land. Her head bobbed to century old stories provided by the voice of canyons breath.
Lady of the Lake Sky
Nimue Isolde
@[litotes] Nimue is back once again incase the lonely shadow king needs an unbiased friend.