03-15-2018, 07:51 PM
hold me in this wild, wild world
'cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be
'cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be
He has become somewhat calloused to the idea of skeletons, and so the death of the beach star doesn’t sadden him. Maybe he should be more sad, but he holds to power to manipulate bone, and has animated enough skeletons that bones have become more like tools than anything to remind him of the dead. When he sees the dead in his nightmares, they are skin and flesh and dead, not the sterilized dead of skeletons.
But he does admire the beach stars for the variety they bring to the beaches, so he gazes at it a moment longer before they turn together, and he begins to lead them towards the interior. She crossed at low tide, so she’s clearly figured that much out…a steady pace eats up the beach between the shoreline and the jungle, and the trees are looming quickly above them. “Well there are actually many islands – this is the biggest island, the one where we mostly live, but there are several smaller islands.
They are beneath the towering trees now, and the native creatures are loud overhead. Brennen glances into the canopy, smiling at his feathered friends, and a few venture lower and closer. “The only native wildlife are these parrots, and anything that swims across.” None of them fly all the way down yet, but he often has feathered passengers so it is only a matter of time. Speaking of feathers, she is asking about his wings.
He flicks the very tips of said wings just for the satisfaction of knowing they are there. “Tt varies, from person to person. Some magics we are born with, and some we acquire, usually from services done for or the whims of the fae.” Looking at her with a sparkle of what can only be called mischief, Brennen summons the tiniest particles of ice – as small as, and indeed pretty much it is snowflakes – to fall around them, a small flurry that melts as it hits the sand beneath their hooves. “I was born with my wings, and my unending life. My other magics were granted to me by the faeries.”
But he does admire the beach stars for the variety they bring to the beaches, so he gazes at it a moment longer before they turn together, and he begins to lead them towards the interior. She crossed at low tide, so she’s clearly figured that much out…a steady pace eats up the beach between the shoreline and the jungle, and the trees are looming quickly above them. “Well there are actually many islands – this is the biggest island, the one where we mostly live, but there are several smaller islands.
They are beneath the towering trees now, and the native creatures are loud overhead. Brennen glances into the canopy, smiling at his feathered friends, and a few venture lower and closer. “The only native wildlife are these parrots, and anything that swims across.” None of them fly all the way down yet, but he often has feathered passengers so it is only a matter of time. Speaking of feathers, she is asking about his wings.
He flicks the very tips of said wings just for the satisfaction of knowing they are there. “Tt varies, from person to person. Some magics we are born with, and some we acquire, usually from services done for or the whims of the fae.” Looking at her with a sparkle of what can only be called mischief, Brennen summons the tiniest particles of ice – as small as, and indeed pretty much it is snowflakes – to fall around them, a small flurry that melts as it hits the sand beneath their hooves. “I was born with my wings, and my unending life. My other magics were granted to me by the faeries.”
hold me in this wild, wild world
and in your heat I feel how cold it can get
and in your heat I feel how cold it can get
BRENNEN