01-13-2017, 08:56 AM
Steel and ebony image morphed within the Kingdom. Still dampened by the seasalt waves she appeared darker than usual. Her presence would be unnoticed by most undercover of the night sky. She blended well in the darkness, a slight shimmer from the sliver of moon hanging above. All was well...
The oasis was warmed by the volcanic mountain slightly more than the other Kingdoms she had visited lately. Sylva, a canopy of trees, landlocked from the warmth of the seas, bordered by mountain ridges was more fridged than here. She found peace within the Kingdom even as leadership changed. Yes... she was sure peace would remain there. Thoughts of her visit rested with a soul she hope she had touched. With what little peace she could bring him. A sigh released as her gaze shifted about the land before her. It was peaceful here as well and she rather enjoyed it. A gentle breeze tossed her tassels about, the warmth drying her coat to its usual hue...
Dark pools came to focus on a figure in the night. She was unsurprised as many preferred the cover the darkness provided. Was it Magnus? Definitely not. She would recognize his scent near. A resident more than likely she has yet to be aquatinted with...
Good Evening, in soft tones spilled from her maw. A welcoming invite to converse if they so choosed it, or a passing greeting if not.
The oasis was warmed by the volcanic mountain slightly more than the other Kingdoms she had visited lately. Sylva, a canopy of trees, landlocked from the warmth of the seas, bordered by mountain ridges was more fridged than here. She found peace within the Kingdom even as leadership changed. Yes... she was sure peace would remain there. Thoughts of her visit rested with a soul she hope she had touched. With what little peace she could bring him. A sigh released as her gaze shifted about the land before her. It was peaceful here as well and she rather enjoyed it. A gentle breeze tossed her tassels about, the warmth drying her coat to its usual hue...
Dark pools came to focus on a figure in the night. She was unsurprised as many preferred the cover the darkness provided. Was it Magnus? Definitely not. She would recognize his scent near. A resident more than likely she has yet to be aquatinted with...
Good Evening, in soft tones spilled from her maw. A welcoming invite to converse if they so choosed it, or a passing greeting if not.
DANCING NEON
and i felt closer to the stars for having loved you
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