02-28-2016, 10:19 AM
Ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies
Oh come on. Kidnapping? Really? She would have rather plummeted to her death. Even without the raven wings that don’t go away when Yael whisks her from the Chamber and Weaver can only assume, back to the Deserts. She’s really about ready to taunt the magician with, knew you didn’t have it in you,” or some other bratty response. But she suspects that won’t get her dropped. It’ll get lips show shut.
Instead, she makes herself into as much dead weight as possible, wings unfurling as best they can to create as much drag as possible. Yael’s talons rip deeper into her skin as she moves, but she bites back a yelp at the pain and persists in her little game. It was hardly enough to slow down a dragon, but it would hopefully be enough to make her displeasure known.
She was not going to sit quietly in the Deserts.
But Yael doesn’t even give her a choice. She’s hit with a blast of magic as soon as they touch down in the miserably hot and sunny kingdom. She’s managed to start in on a snarky remark, ”Why would anyone live--”, but she’s cut off in mid-sentence, and the blast knocks her out cold.
When she comes to, there’s a mare above her and some rotting creature nearby. “I’m fine,” she hisses at the mare who’s only trying to help. Weaver may think she’s a Deserts princess now, may think this has always been her home, but none of that had managed to make her any kinder. She’s still a princess, after all. “And I’m not planning to cower in Dad’s little hidey hole, but thanks.”
Well that’s new. Van, her dad? Not even in the slightest, but she has no idea it’s not true. The raven wings are still tucked to her side, but she has no idea where they came from really. She thinks she was simply born with black feathered wings.
Instead, she makes herself into as much dead weight as possible, wings unfurling as best they can to create as much drag as possible. Yael’s talons rip deeper into her skin as she moves, but she bites back a yelp at the pain and persists in her little game. It was hardly enough to slow down a dragon, but it would hopefully be enough to make her displeasure known.
She was not going to sit quietly in the Deserts.
But Yael doesn’t even give her a choice. She’s hit with a blast of magic as soon as they touch down in the miserably hot and sunny kingdom. She’s managed to start in on a snarky remark, ”Why would anyone live--”, but she’s cut off in mid-sentence, and the blast knocks her out cold.
When she comes to, there’s a mare above her and some rotting creature nearby. “I’m fine,” she hisses at the mare who’s only trying to help. Weaver may think she’s a Deserts princess now, may think this has always been her home, but none of that had managed to make her any kinder. She’s still a princess, after all. “And I’m not planning to cower in Dad’s little hidey hole, but thanks.”
Well that’s new. Van, her dad? Not even in the slightest, but she has no idea it’s not true. The raven wings are still tucked to her side, but she has no idea where they came from really. She thinks she was simply born with black feathered wings.
weaver
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