so long and good night; any

[Engelsfors]

The thunder was a promise as it hung above the pines, their rolling presence a deep indigo, ebony in places. Both a threat and a promise of storms ahead, storms already in motion. Both from the stormy promise of the Chamber, and her impending rise to glory. And fear. The other, the skies. I was idling in the copse, golden skin strewn against the bark of the pines. Silence, listening solely to the distant beat of the heart beneath the chamber floor. Lost within the broiling heavens above.

Vercingetorix was lost within the pines, lost in a loose term. He had taken to the pines well. The shadows blanketing the backdrop. I listened out for him, hurtling across the gorse floor, however it was not my silver buckskin son, but another, the familiar blue roan from the field. A smooth smile formed upon my lips as I wove my way through the trees, like liquid gold.

'Michaelis.' I say, words falling from smirked lips as soon as I sidle out, merging into the shadows like Canary parchment and blackened ink. 'I recognise that shadow. I take it, the Chamber has acquainted herself?' I say, softly, black magic woven in my lilting voice. 'Storms are brewing. There's always something quite haunting about them, their dark promise.'

ooc: craptastic post as I'm in Costa using their wifi =[