11-08-2018, 05:41 AM
Leilan
Glaciers melting in the dead of night
and the superstars sucked into the supermassive
and the superstars sucked into the supermassive
Not everybody wants to help. Now is the time of separation; some aren’t williing to leave their homes. He doesn’t ask them to come here with him or support him though. With most, he does’t need to. They know the importance of a safe land, and they seem to trust him. That he doesn’t want it for himself. That he claimed it so that they don’t have to. And that they’ll have a place to move to if they want.
Ardashir was quick to join him, standing by when talking to Cam. Not needed per say, perhaps, but appreciated all the same. Moral support was important. Any support was, because it would likely come to a vote or a battle. Ardashir knew how to do both.
Seeking the great white in the whiteness is a little harder than he’d hoped. Leilan reaches the heart-shaped lake without much trouble, ploughing through layers of snow like any good draft-bred horse would. Here, he tests the waters. Strange that it isn’t frozen. He breaths a but of ice into it, watching the little float go with the currents blown in by the wind. It might be magic, he thinks. Maybe he should leave it alone.
He turns to instead, stare mesmerizing at the tree. Would it come to life this spring?
Ardashir was quick to join him, standing by when talking to Cam. Not needed per say, perhaps, but appreciated all the same. Moral support was important. Any support was, because it would likely come to a vote or a battle. Ardashir knew how to do both.
Seeking the great white in the whiteness is a little harder than he’d hoped. Leilan reaches the heart-shaped lake without much trouble, ploughing through layers of snow like any good draft-bred horse would. Here, he tests the waters. Strange that it isn’t frozen. He breaths a but of ice into it, watching the little float go with the currents blown in by the wind. It might be magic, he thinks. Maybe he should leave it alone.
He turns to instead, stare mesmerizing at the tree. Would it come to life this spring?
you set my soul alight
@[Ardashir]
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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