11-11-2018, 09:40 AM
Leilan
Glaciers melting in the dead of night
and the superstars sucked into the supermassive
and the superstars sucked into the supermassive
He'd come to the lake's shape only from seeing the one pointy edge and having followed it on one side to where he was now, the indent near the tree. The only tree in a long sight range (he'd know); and by the looks of it the other shore was similar to the first. There was a significance to this place, he felt; for it to be so symmetrical, for it to have the only tree in this frozen scape, for miles ahead; for it not to be frozen.
His ice float seems to already be melting, and he follows it with a humoured gaze - until he picks up movement on the side. Turning his head slightly to see it is a wholly white horse approaching, he lowers the tension he'd unknowingly held, and waits for the stud to come within hearing distance.
"Good to see you here, too." He offers with a slight inclination of his head. Staring at the lake again, he seems to frown a little, scales on his forehead compressing for a tiny moment. "I was hoping to talk to you sometime soon." he looks sideways then, at how the giant draft takes this information. Leilan's voice had been neutral, because the matter of discussion is of course the claiming of the very island they have found themselves and each other on. He wants to have an idea of who would stay here, and who would return to Nerine; but also he wants to know how they think about war, if that's the only option left to them. He'd try not to - but he wouldn't shy away. But if that's something his fellows would not want to follow him, then of course, so be it. Problem is that war would probably come to them anyway, but, that's a choice he can't make on his own.
His ice float seems to already be melting, and he follows it with a humoured gaze - until he picks up movement on the side. Turning his head slightly to see it is a wholly white horse approaching, he lowers the tension he'd unknowingly held, and waits for the stud to come within hearing distance.
"Good to see you here, too." He offers with a slight inclination of his head. Staring at the lake again, he seems to frown a little, scales on his forehead compressing for a tiny moment. "I was hoping to talk to you sometime soon." he looks sideways then, at how the giant draft takes this information. Leilan's voice had been neutral, because the matter of discussion is of course the claiming of the very island they have found themselves and each other on. He wants to have an idea of who would stay here, and who would return to Nerine; but also he wants to know how they think about war, if that's the only option left to them. He'd try not to - but he wouldn't shy away. But if that's something his fellows would not want to follow him, then of course, so be it. Problem is that war would probably come to them anyway, but, that's a choice he can't make on his own.
you set my soul alight
@[Ardashir]
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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