oh the weather outside is frightful
He's found the other's..Ramiel and Elysteria. They simply can't stay in the Dale forever, not when they've made promises, not when their word was at stake. Their word and their world. Weir fancies himself an oath keeper, a good-guy, he always has been. So even without being told or asked he finds those that need his assistance. Weir was ready to assist, he enjoyed it in fact, and for a pretty lady no less!
His defenses in the Dale will hold, Weir was forever underestimated. Most would sooner see him as the court jester than see him for what he really was, he's been at this for some time now.
Some time, not as long as most, but longer than others. His gifts were not all received half-way through his slowly passing life, one he had come into this world with. One gift he had breathed into himself upon his first breath coming into this world. One gift he knew would not easily forsake him.
He finds her as a blizzard, twirling into the Gates in an icy wind, spiraling in circles as he maneuvers this form. That's how he finds her, quickly taking shape once again, materializing as a horse made of snow. At first and then with a quick shake the inch layer of powder falls to reveal flesh and blood.
"Greetings madam! I am Weir from the Dale, at your service." He bows before gathering winter again, sending a thick blanket of snowflakes falling over the burning Mother tree. With this she could easily make rain, with this she could put it out.
That's not all though, Weir casually steps beside the mare sending the Magic that courses from her forward in waves. A vibration of his own energy to rush through her magic..fueling it. Pushing it to give her what she needs because he has no reason to direct it otherwise. They were for the same cause after all.
"Terrible day for a War don't you think?" Standing calmly beside the Amazon's magician, commenting on the weather no less.
His defenses in the Dale will hold, Weir was forever underestimated. Most would sooner see him as the court jester than see him for what he really was, he's been at this for some time now.
Some time, not as long as most, but longer than others. His gifts were not all received half-way through his slowly passing life, one he had come into this world with. One gift he had breathed into himself upon his first breath coming into this world. One gift he knew would not easily forsake him.
He finds her as a blizzard, twirling into the Gates in an icy wind, spiraling in circles as he maneuvers this form. That's how he finds her, quickly taking shape once again, materializing as a horse made of snow. At first and then with a quick shake the inch layer of powder falls to reveal flesh and blood.
"Greetings madam! I am Weir from the Dale, at your service." He bows before gathering winter again, sending a thick blanket of snowflakes falling over the burning Mother tree. With this she could easily make rain, with this she could put it out.
That's not all though, Weir casually steps beside the mare sending the Magic that courses from her forward in waves. A vibration of his own energy to rush through her magic..fueling it. Pushing it to give her what she needs because he has no reason to direct it otherwise. They were for the same cause after all.
"Terrible day for a War don't you think?" Standing calmly beside the Amazon's magician, commenting on the weather no less.
W E I R
Invisble- Magic manipulating - Winter wielder of the Dale