07-23-2016, 08:09 AM
keep you like an oath
may nothing but death do us part
may nothing but death do us part
Magic was sure something and Kirin was glad they didn’t have to walk all the way there. Walking was over rated if you asked him, why would you simply meander across the ground when you could fly? Luckily he doesn’t have to know because Clark is able to bippity-boppity-boo himself to keep up and it makes Kirin’s offer of escort less taxing.
When they do touch ground in the deserted breeding commons it is quiet, far more quiet than Kirin had ever witnessed it. Actually, now that he has a moment to consider it, he has never been to the breeding commons out of season. He supposed it was to be expected, that eerie silence, but it still brought him enough concern to try to keep an eye about himself.
“Here it is,” Kirin gave a lackluster presentation, standing before the painted Magician as he shook his head. He seemed to do that a lot, maybe it was a Magician thing- Kirin wouldn’t know. The lavender did not often, or ever, find himself in their presence- perhaps for good reason. Usually when things were being tinkered with around him it was because he was somehow or other at the helm of it all. For example, the common agelessness that would sprout up amongst the Valley folk, it was more often or not due to the borrowing of his daughter, Potion. All for a price though, all for a price.
As Kirin was contemplating things he watched as Clark’s eyes grew and then the splashed man whispered. He himself narrowed his own silvery gaze and ever so slowly turned himself about. Oh, and what a prize to greet him when he had made a full turn.
A very small fairy hung suspended in the air. For a moment, Kirin jerked, the sudden realness of it all taking him off guard, but what else would he have expected to be there? He closed his eyes a moment to steady himself, waiting to rid his body of the unwanted reactions that sizzled across him all because of a fairy. (Nevermind that it was a quest fairy) When he did open them once more they were hard, angry and unforgiving.
“Well then, here you have one Clark- a fairy,” he seethed, nothing about the glittery or Magicial properties pleased him at this moment. It could have been little more than vermin in Kirin’s eyes today and he would not bat an eye at the difference. “I wonder if Fairies like their heads messed with? All discombobbled and nonsense like mine has been. Clark, my good bestest pal, do you think you could oblige this one in such a way? Just, you know, stir up it’s brain a bit. I’m sure it wouldn’t be too painful right, but then again I won’t judge a friend if any pain is involved.” A feigned look of sympathy crossed his thistle colored face, as if he was some sort of understanding and all forgiving companion.
When they do touch ground in the deserted breeding commons it is quiet, far more quiet than Kirin had ever witnessed it. Actually, now that he has a moment to consider it, he has never been to the breeding commons out of season. He supposed it was to be expected, that eerie silence, but it still brought him enough concern to try to keep an eye about himself.
“Here it is,” Kirin gave a lackluster presentation, standing before the painted Magician as he shook his head. He seemed to do that a lot, maybe it was a Magician thing- Kirin wouldn’t know. The lavender did not often, or ever, find himself in their presence- perhaps for good reason. Usually when things were being tinkered with around him it was because he was somehow or other at the helm of it all. For example, the common agelessness that would sprout up amongst the Valley folk, it was more often or not due to the borrowing of his daughter, Potion. All for a price though, all for a price.
As Kirin was contemplating things he watched as Clark’s eyes grew and then the splashed man whispered. He himself narrowed his own silvery gaze and ever so slowly turned himself about. Oh, and what a prize to greet him when he had made a full turn.
A very small fairy hung suspended in the air. For a moment, Kirin jerked, the sudden realness of it all taking him off guard, but what else would he have expected to be there? He closed his eyes a moment to steady himself, waiting to rid his body of the unwanted reactions that sizzled across him all because of a fairy. (Nevermind that it was a quest fairy) When he did open them once more they were hard, angry and unforgiving.
“Well then, here you have one Clark- a fairy,” he seethed, nothing about the glittery or Magicial properties pleased him at this moment. It could have been little more than vermin in Kirin’s eyes today and he would not bat an eye at the difference. “I wonder if Fairies like their heads messed with? All discombobbled and nonsense like mine has been. Clark, my good bestest pal, do you think you could oblige this one in such a way? Just, you know, stir up it’s brain a bit. I’m sure it wouldn’t be too painful right, but then again I won’t judge a friend if any pain is involved.” A feigned look of sympathy crossed his thistle colored face, as if he was some sort of understanding and all forgiving companion.
Kirin
son of khaos