[open] Not quite what you would call refined

[Gale]

Gale this is going to break me clean in two -- this is going to bring me close to you She comes close, and Gale hardly notices. She’s decided to move here. The answer is met with a low and disappointed growl. So she is Hyalinian then, and so protected by the promise that he had made to the Queen. The growl grows louder, until Gale suddenly dives down, disappearing into the darkness beneath them. A writhing mass of oily blackness, it is visible in the well lit water for some distance below her, and fades into blackness at a great depth, where it feeds on things far less satisfying than horseflesh. Some time later, it rises again and she is still there. Perhaps it can charm this brightly winged thing, take its magic the way that he’d taken Aela’s, without much of a mess or fuss. “This is all the lightning does, yes.” A brief pause, and a curious tilt of its head. There is no longer any need to play Gale, and yet some bits of his host remain, small peculiarities of movement that linger even when the first consciousness that inhabited this body is long gone. “And yours? Does it do anything but flutter inside your chest?” @Popinjay

current appearance: nereid -> black tentacle smoke thing -> horse