06-18-2017, 08:12 PM
The acrid smoke didn’t startle him, nor did the heat of the fire as it began to spread through the trees and meadow. Instead, it stirred something deep within Castile, but he wasn’t quite sure what. He knows he is dragonborn, but he isn’t sure what that means or what it entails. Does it make him impervious to the inferno igniting before him? He isn’t going to test the theory.
Everything happened in such a blur and stirred him from a peaceful rest in a thicket. When his head lifts, it rises just above the reach of the grass, his ears like sentinels swiveling for information. The smells are shrouded by the stench of his world burning and the darkness is a curtain protecting the troublemakers. He doesn’t resign, however, or flee. Castile stands quickly and contemplates fetching mother; she is a guardian of this place, but he can’t bring himself to abandon the land so readily. He would wonder and worry about the others, and he would be frightened of being too late.
He hears the shouting above the roar of the fire, panic-stricken. His voice rings out before he can stop himself, searching for someone in the fire-lit meadow. The sound of hooves echo across the hills, confusing him as to who is who. But then he hears Amet. The boy’s voice rises above the others in familiarity. With adrenaline coursing through his veins, anger enveloping his mind, Castile takes flight with leathery dragon wings. He steadily rises and soars fairly low as to search. He sees Iset among the ruffians, seeing her features dimly illuminated by the catastrophe around them. There are others – quite a few – but he does not intervene, not yet. He tilts his body in the direction of Amet, alighting just a short distance away.
Black smoke coils around him and the heat gropes for his skin, but somehow it doesn’t faze him. Why, he wonders, but doesn’t linger on the possibilities. ”Your sister is involved in this,” he pants after having been flying – even just a short distance – as his mismatched eyes find those of the leader. ”What is going on, Amet?” Then he glances to the girl, taking note of the burns. He wants to help, but he is at a loss, dazed and confused. ”Tell me what to do…” run to mother, stay here, find the cretins… anything.
Everything happened in such a blur and stirred him from a peaceful rest in a thicket. When his head lifts, it rises just above the reach of the grass, his ears like sentinels swiveling for information. The smells are shrouded by the stench of his world burning and the darkness is a curtain protecting the troublemakers. He doesn’t resign, however, or flee. Castile stands quickly and contemplates fetching mother; she is a guardian of this place, but he can’t bring himself to abandon the land so readily. He would wonder and worry about the others, and he would be frightened of being too late.
He hears the shouting above the roar of the fire, panic-stricken. His voice rings out before he can stop himself, searching for someone in the fire-lit meadow. The sound of hooves echo across the hills, confusing him as to who is who. But then he hears Amet. The boy’s voice rises above the others in familiarity. With adrenaline coursing through his veins, anger enveloping his mind, Castile takes flight with leathery dragon wings. He steadily rises and soars fairly low as to search. He sees Iset among the ruffians, seeing her features dimly illuminated by the catastrophe around them. There are others – quite a few – but he does not intervene, not yet. He tilts his body in the direction of Amet, alighting just a short distance away.
Black smoke coils around him and the heat gropes for his skin, but somehow it doesn’t faze him. Why, he wonders, but doesn’t linger on the possibilities. ”Your sister is involved in this,” he pants after having been flying – even just a short distance – as his mismatched eyes find those of the leader. ”What is going on, Amet?” Then he glances to the girl, taking note of the burns. He wants to help, but he is at a loss, dazed and confused. ”Tell me what to do…” run to mother, stay here, find the cretins… anything.