05-10-2017, 09:32 AM
He cuts an impressive swathe of black against the stark white landscape. His scent says he has been abroad. His stern look on his face says he has something on his mind. Charlemagne watches him from her place up on the bluff, her heart does what it can to lift up into her hardening eyes, as if trying to remember the girl of her youth. But no matter how her heart was pounding when he entered the forest--and these days she always knew who entered the forest, having made a home here ever since that night--she forced herself to swallow it down, tucked her wings deep into her sides, and pulled a hoof after another sure-footed hoof down the minuscule hill.
She makes no secret of her presence here--and has no reason to.
She has not left this section of Beqanna for nearly a year, constantly looking for fleeting glimpses of the woman... being, who had found her in the middle of the night. Memories that were hazy, and moments that were stolen from her. Carli has remained here since that day, looking for that one who could help her remember exactly who and what had happened. She remembers almost nothing, but what she does remember, is that her wings had been changed, that day. No more were the feathers of the Reckoning on her body. Charged by the intoxication of pure magic, they had changed and flashed to the dragonfly wings that she had remembered so well. When the moment had ended, her canary-golden feathers had been burned away, revealing only the skin and membrane that was stretched across them like a naked mole rat stretching out in its burrow. There was nothing attractive about these wings, and yet she bears them proudly, as a Queen of old. She will get her magic back one day, And she will remember what happened.
One day.
But for now, Lior's presence--his return--is enough to balm the soreness of loneliness in her soul, and as she once again stamps down the hunger she has... she approaches him knowingly, purposefully keeping her distance, wondering what has brought him back to her this time. "It's a bitterly cold day to be out, Lior. But it is so good to see you. Though, it saddens me to see that there is no smile on your face. What can I do to change that?"
She makes no secret of her presence here--and has no reason to.
She has not left this section of Beqanna for nearly a year, constantly looking for fleeting glimpses of the woman... being, who had found her in the middle of the night. Memories that were hazy, and moments that were stolen from her. Carli has remained here since that day, looking for that one who could help her remember exactly who and what had happened. She remembers almost nothing, but what she does remember, is that her wings had been changed, that day. No more were the feathers of the Reckoning on her body. Charged by the intoxication of pure magic, they had changed and flashed to the dragonfly wings that she had remembered so well. When the moment had ended, her canary-golden feathers had been burned away, revealing only the skin and membrane that was stretched across them like a naked mole rat stretching out in its burrow. There was nothing attractive about these wings, and yet she bears them proudly, as a Queen of old. She will get her magic back one day, And she will remember what happened.
One day.
But for now, Lior's presence--his return--is enough to balm the soreness of loneliness in her soul, and as she once again stamps down the hunger she has... she approaches him knowingly, purposefully keeping her distance, wondering what has brought him back to her this time. "It's a bitterly cold day to be out, Lior. But it is so good to see you. Though, it saddens me to see that there is no smile on your face. What can I do to change that?"