12-23-2018, 06:11 AM
Leilan
Glaciers melting in the dead of night
and the superstars sucked into the supermassive
and the superstars sucked into the supermassive
Still here. Of course.
She’s kept to her own shadows and he to his; in fact, he had more or less complied with her request to divide the island, although he didn’t follow with the borders that she’d once proposed. But he shunned the forest most of his time, and she never walked into the icy plains up north.
A silent agreement like that could never hold. Sure, temporarily, it might work. But as long as they could only agree on one thing - the other cannot rule - this was just a tense cease-fire.
This needed to change.
He hadn’t smelled or seen the magician around since the one time the then-cat had asked for an explanation; no response had followed yet, and still the scaled roan was only waiting. Waiting for the worst to come.
His daughters had moved away, back to Nerine with Breckin, so here he was alone again. Surrounded by those unwilling to have him around, at least so it felt. He simply did not buy the statement that Nerinians would still be welcome here with Set and Phasus as rulers - moreso, since the salt-and-pepper magician had added ‘agreeable’ as a condition for them to be allowed on here.
But it’s not him he needs to talk to. There is a proposition to be made, and honestly, the roan thinks that he should deal with Phasus first, before anyone else.
So he breaches his own makeshift border, and calls out softly for the mare.
She’s kept to her own shadows and he to his; in fact, he had more or less complied with her request to divide the island, although he didn’t follow with the borders that she’d once proposed. But he shunned the forest most of his time, and she never walked into the icy plains up north.
A silent agreement like that could never hold. Sure, temporarily, it might work. But as long as they could only agree on one thing - the other cannot rule - this was just a tense cease-fire.
This needed to change.
He hadn’t smelled or seen the magician around since the one time the then-cat had asked for an explanation; no response had followed yet, and still the scaled roan was only waiting. Waiting for the worst to come.
His daughters had moved away, back to Nerine with Breckin, so here he was alone again. Surrounded by those unwilling to have him around, at least so it felt. He simply did not buy the statement that Nerinians would still be welcome here with Set and Phasus as rulers - moreso, since the salt-and-pepper magician had added ‘agreeable’ as a condition for them to be allowed on here.
But it’s not him he needs to talk to. There is a proposition to be made, and honestly, the roan thinks that he should deal with Phasus first, before anyone else.
So he breaches his own makeshift border, and calls out softly for the mare.
you set my soul alight
@[Phasus] I finally made a starter, I am the worst, but hey, here is an idea I need to share with you ICly
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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