[open] The time has come my little one / Trekori, Any

[Andulvar]

BROKEN VISIONS LET THE DARKNESS HEAL

I dance, up and down. And soon my little friend is joining me, a countless game of up and down. I stand. I collapse. I hurl myself up again. I laugh at the proclamation of royalty. I look at him with wide eyes, his song bringing me closer to the shiny, shiny light. Something comes towards it, blocking the prettiness that is all i’ve ever wanted to know.

It is then that we are so rudely interrupted, the worship of the light must take a brief pause. I close my open and awed mouth with a snap. Looking then I study the roan man who dared to break our ceremony. And then he has the audacity to insult the boy. ”I am King dirt-dadda to you, peasant.” One eye twitches while the other remains unusually large. If I could see my self I’m quite certain I would crack. ”Who………” I forget what I’m going to say. Perhaps five minutes pass as I continue to coo the word over and over.

I look then at Kori, squinting to see if he is thinking what I am thinking. I cannot be certain yet. My lips smack together as if morse code. tap, tap. tap, tap. I think I feel his wavelength then, finally we are in contact. I speak then, my voice the definition of distorted. I flap my wings with the language only Kori and I can know. ”Bleeerrggg naww teeek wug pan tearnty.” My head nods vigorously, looking between the wingy shiny and the other dude.

@[Trekori] @[Leilan] SOOO SORRY THIS TOOK FAR TOO LONG BUT... WE MUST CONTINUE 

➳xo