09-12-2020, 01:41 PM
It’s the silence that rouses her.
And the absence of smooth armor snug against her own bare flanks, gently pressing with every fitful breath.
Her twin couldn’t have gotten far, having noticed the ground where she had lain still felt relatively warm. Ozorne rises to her willowy legs with eager relief, thinking that it shouldn’t take very long to track Derelict down and ask her to come back. For now, she needed the comfort of her sister to rest easily and it was far too early to be up exploring and Ozzy was entirely too sleepy yet.
She navigates the brush easily enough with the help of her adept vision - the light of dawn only still just a promise at the edge of the forest. And just as she easily veers past the trees and bushes that block her path, she could easily be spotted by onlookers, her pearly silhouette a stark contrast against the backdrop of deep, dark woods.
The fires of Derelict’s horns are a beacon and salve to the ache behind her sleep deprived eyes, and she breaches the cover of the overgrowth just as the girl swaddled in stars had finished speaking.
At the point of her darker twin’s shoulder she stops, reaching her pale bone wings to touch against those of her sister’s, yearning for reassurances in the familiar clack of hollow bone against hollow bone. Ozzy’s ruby gaze turns slowly from her sister towards the apparent siblings - silent - wondering what manners were and where they went and if The Brother was going to find them.
And the absence of smooth armor snug against her own bare flanks, gently pressing with every fitful breath.
Her twin couldn’t have gotten far, having noticed the ground where she had lain still felt relatively warm. Ozorne rises to her willowy legs with eager relief, thinking that it shouldn’t take very long to track Derelict down and ask her to come back. For now, she needed the comfort of her sister to rest easily and it was far too early to be up exploring and Ozzy was entirely too sleepy yet.
She navigates the brush easily enough with the help of her adept vision - the light of dawn only still just a promise at the edge of the forest. And just as she easily veers past the trees and bushes that block her path, she could easily be spotted by onlookers, her pearly silhouette a stark contrast against the backdrop of deep, dark woods.
The fires of Derelict’s horns are a beacon and salve to the ache behind her sleep deprived eyes, and she breaches the cover of the overgrowth just as the girl swaddled in stars had finished speaking.
At the point of her darker twin’s shoulder she stops, reaching her pale bone wings to touch against those of her sister’s, yearning for reassurances in the familiar clack of hollow bone against hollow bone. Ozzy’s ruby gaze turns slowly from her sister towards the apparent siblings - silent - wondering what manners were and where they went and if The Brother was going to find them.