12-30-2018, 12:20 PM
Leilan
Glaciers melting in the dead of night
and the superstars sucked into the supermassive
and the superstars sucked into the supermassive
Through all that has happened, he had still managed to wonder what had become of Willa and Eilidh, both. He figures that the ebony mare probably would have talked to the silver bay roan, even though his curiosity is never truly sated, he thinks that waltzing into the meadow and calling out for them woild give them more than just a little scare. So if they wanted to visit Nerine, or talk to him, or really ask him anything, he’d have to wait here.
Plus, it had been incredibly busy in the meantime. A plague had struck, Nerine had moved a little further away from the river, an icy island had erupted out of nowhere, others had come to claim it, he’d come to claim it, war almost broke out, then the claimers went into hiding, then there were twins instead of a single foal (and even the pregnancy alone had been a bit of a surprise), then diplomats came and everybody would say he was being stupid about it, and through all that, Chryseis had decided she could be friends with a Kelpie and have a boyfriend but not tell her family about it - nah-ah!
Anyway, he hadn’t come looking. Not because he didn’t care, but because in all cases it had been better not to. It still brings a smile to his face that she had, indeed, come. He’s tearing the grasses loose to eat some at that moment, on his chosen spot near the southern border, a point from which he can see most of it with his dragon-vision. It takes her longer to spy him, although probably not that long. He’s shiny enough after all. Especially since he went out of his length to help the fairies get some of the Isle’s magic to heal the world of the sickness - now he’s gotten a layer of ice on his body, and as he moves his head up and takes his time to walk towards her to greet her, he just hopes it’s not too much. Then again maybe he’ll look less like her personal demon now. Who knows, really.
”Willa!” Happy for her to visit at any rate, he greets her from a distance, not quite sure if he should come any closer. He stops, smiles at her, head tilted slightly, but back straight again quickly. ”I hope your travels were safe.” he adds, as a common opening. She looks a bit tired, or maybe just wary like before. But she’s not looking terrified. That’s one thing, yes?
Plus, it had been incredibly busy in the meantime. A plague had struck, Nerine had moved a little further away from the river, an icy island had erupted out of nowhere, others had come to claim it, he’d come to claim it, war almost broke out, then the claimers went into hiding, then there were twins instead of a single foal (and even the pregnancy alone had been a bit of a surprise), then diplomats came and everybody would say he was being stupid about it, and through all that, Chryseis had decided she could be friends with a Kelpie and have a boyfriend but not tell her family about it - nah-ah!
Anyway, he hadn’t come looking. Not because he didn’t care, but because in all cases it had been better not to. It still brings a smile to his face that she had, indeed, come. He’s tearing the grasses loose to eat some at that moment, on his chosen spot near the southern border, a point from which he can see most of it with his dragon-vision. It takes her longer to spy him, although probably not that long. He’s shiny enough after all. Especially since he went out of his length to help the fairies get some of the Isle’s magic to heal the world of the sickness - now he’s gotten a layer of ice on his body, and as he moves his head up and takes his time to walk towards her to greet her, he just hopes it’s not too much. Then again maybe he’ll look less like her personal demon now. Who knows, really.
”Willa!” Happy for her to visit at any rate, he greets her from a distance, not quite sure if he should come any closer. He stops, smiles at her, head tilted slightly, but back straight again quickly. ”I hope your travels were safe.” he adds, as a common opening. She looks a bit tired, or maybe just wary like before. But she’s not looking terrified. That’s one thing, yes?
you set my soul alight
@[Willa]
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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