09-14-2016, 01:58 PM
He’d hoped to find a place before they all came down but nothing could keep them apart- understandably so. As much as he wished they would take refuge in the safety of the Mountain, a place where their gifts still ran rampant, he knew he could not ask it of them to stay away. Even for safety’s sake.
They’ve holed up in the Meadow, one of few places still left to them, to everyone. It was as nice as ever, tall grass brushing their stomachs, purple flowers over here, a few trees. One might never know or suspect all the changes that had recently taken place if they only looked upon the Meadow, and he’s sure that there in fact are some that may not have noticed, the ones that made this their permanent home- lucky them. Weir knew better, Eira too and he did his best to impress upon his children the severity of the situation. Did his best. Like convincing the boys to take immortality upon climbing down the mountain side, mostly as not too further upset their sister Lumi, the poor dear. For whatever reason the little chestnut girl had been the only one to not inherit some sort of gift and unsurprisingly she often seemed to feel left out, jealous even.
No, it was for the best that they all choose this quieter gift for now. Besides, it would give them extra time on their side and that was invaluable in itself, especially for all the searching they must do.
So far Weir hadn’t found too many good spots to settle, today they were on the far end of the Meadow, the one nearest a place called Tephra and that would be where he explored today. Something was bound to turn up right? This just might be the place. But, for now he rested, watching Taiga splash about as if she were a fish. (Sigh, try as he might she wanted the wings. Silly girl) Rowling and Scholar both licked at his heels, sticking close, must be a man thing and together they walked to Eira. “Boys, go find Lumi would you, make sure she is okay?” Weir directed the words at Rowling, facing the boy and slowly going over the syllables. It would be up to Scholar though to know their true purpose and though Rowling nodded, Scholar bumped his little nose to his brother’s shoulder and they were off.
“Eira,” Weir smiled, brushing his maw against her cheek in greeting. “I’ll be looking into that land over there, cross the river,” he indicated with a toss of his head. “I just hope it’s what we are looking for, I think I smell Offspring just faintly too.”
They’ve holed up in the Meadow, one of few places still left to them, to everyone. It was as nice as ever, tall grass brushing their stomachs, purple flowers over here, a few trees. One might never know or suspect all the changes that had recently taken place if they only looked upon the Meadow, and he’s sure that there in fact are some that may not have noticed, the ones that made this their permanent home- lucky them. Weir knew better, Eira too and he did his best to impress upon his children the severity of the situation. Did his best. Like convincing the boys to take immortality upon climbing down the mountain side, mostly as not too further upset their sister Lumi, the poor dear. For whatever reason the little chestnut girl had been the only one to not inherit some sort of gift and unsurprisingly she often seemed to feel left out, jealous even.
No, it was for the best that they all choose this quieter gift for now. Besides, it would give them extra time on their side and that was invaluable in itself, especially for all the searching they must do.
So far Weir hadn’t found too many good spots to settle, today they were on the far end of the Meadow, the one nearest a place called Tephra and that would be where he explored today. Something was bound to turn up right? This just might be the place. But, for now he rested, watching Taiga splash about as if she were a fish. (Sigh, try as he might she wanted the wings. Silly girl) Rowling and Scholar both licked at his heels, sticking close, must be a man thing and together they walked to Eira. “Boys, go find Lumi would you, make sure she is okay?” Weir directed the words at Rowling, facing the boy and slowly going over the syllables. It would be up to Scholar though to know their true purpose and though Rowling nodded, Scholar bumped his little nose to his brother’s shoulder and they were off.
“Eira,” Weir smiled, brushing his maw against her cheek in greeting. “I’ll be looking into that land over there, cross the river,” he indicated with a toss of his head. “I just hope it’s what we are looking for, I think I smell Offspring just faintly too.”
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