04-11-2021, 06:12 PM
CrownS
He has a strange affinity for the north. Maybe because of the way the winter winds soothed his fever when he was ill, maybe because it was where Eight taught him to reach deep into his own strength. Regardless, he returns from time to time for the sake of his own nostalgia. Today he is met with a surprise as the frigid region prepares for its own celebrations to welcome the sun home. His bright blue eyes examine the ice archway that brings the party-goers here from some other place. This method of transportation is much more serene than his, he thinks.
Crowns finds his gaze drifting to the flaming tree before long, luring him closer as his own blue fires bob lazily around him. A quiet hum of thought escapes him when he realizes there is someone else wandering nearby. The stranger is close enough that the red of his eyes is easy to make out from the black of his face, but Crowns doesn’t seem bothered by them. Instead, he offers a soft smile and shifts his dripping wings so they rest comfortably across his back.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen a burning tree that didn’t burn, have you?” he asks with a gentle laugh as he comes to a stop. The flames burning within Crowns send heat waves rolling up from his back and shoulders, each breath leaving him in a thick puff of steam against the freezing air. His glowing eyes notice the way the other shivers, but he says nothing of it and makes no offer to help. This stranger isn’t fragile in the way Olena was, so he supposes he should wait to be asked before providing anything.
“My name is Crowns, by the way. I came here from Tephra. How about you?” His blue and bay head tilts curiously.
Crowns finds his gaze drifting to the flaming tree before long, luring him closer as his own blue fires bob lazily around him. A quiet hum of thought escapes him when he realizes there is someone else wandering nearby. The stranger is close enough that the red of his eyes is easy to make out from the black of his face, but Crowns doesn’t seem bothered by them. Instead, he offers a soft smile and shifts his dripping wings so they rest comfortably across his back.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen a burning tree that didn’t burn, have you?” he asks with a gentle laugh as he comes to a stop. The flames burning within Crowns send heat waves rolling up from his back and shoulders, each breath leaving him in a thick puff of steam against the freezing air. His glowing eyes notice the way the other shivers, but he says nothing of it and makes no offer to help. This stranger isn’t fragile in the way Olena was, so he supposes he should wait to be asked before providing anything.
“My name is Crowns, by the way. I came here from Tephra. How about you?” His blue and bay head tilts curiously.
you got me on my knees; i'm your one-man cult.
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