09-18-2015, 08:22 AM
no matter what they say, I am still the king
Autumn was in the air, and the change of the land was palpable. There was a chill in the taste of the air, a sharp smell of churning leaves, the crackling sound of dead flora and fauna under foot. Autumn was the season of change, of shedding skin, preparing to grow again – and indeed there was change in the air as well.
Eight watched you, Cress, as you plucked your way along the river- tightly following the bends and ebbs until you reached the Amazons. You were determined in your visits to the kingdoms – as he’d seen you set out before as well. It was nice to see - as you had come into the Valley and immediately placed as the head of the diplomats. To see you following up on your responsibility was a nice change, and held hope for the future.
He saw the heady Jungle appear in your mind, your destination so clear to him. And so he chose to follow.
As you arrived at the edge of the Jungle, he sensed another –Rhy, the electric goddess of the Amazons. Her emotions were not so hard to read either, and the memories of snow swept lands flooded Eight’s mind. With two females (that were probably less than happy with him) – this would be an interesting arrival.
He waits until you have made your introduction, sparks tickling the sides of your skin, and a calming and (almost?) welcoming demeanor to your words. And then he appears – softly, quietly, without much fanfare, intimidation, or threat. Eight knew that their bond with the Jungle was timid and fresh, at best. There hadn’t been an alliance when he was King – and now with a new face on each throne, there was an opportunity waiting.
He steps forward from the air, arriving next to you, Cress, and nodding his head in greeting. “Rhy – congratulations on your new position. Eight, and Cress.” He nods to the young woman besides him. “We come from the Valley – stretching our legs if you will. We’ve come to announce the rise of a new ruler, Demian, and extend our courtesies. Eight didn’t need to step foot anywhere, nor inquire to others, in order to know what rustling was happening in Beqanna – but pleasantries were always necessary.
Now, to not step on any toes.
Eight watched you, Cress, as you plucked your way along the river- tightly following the bends and ebbs until you reached the Amazons. You were determined in your visits to the kingdoms – as he’d seen you set out before as well. It was nice to see - as you had come into the Valley and immediately placed as the head of the diplomats. To see you following up on your responsibility was a nice change, and held hope for the future.
He saw the heady Jungle appear in your mind, your destination so clear to him. And so he chose to follow.
As you arrived at the edge of the Jungle, he sensed another –Rhy, the electric goddess of the Amazons. Her emotions were not so hard to read either, and the memories of snow swept lands flooded Eight’s mind. With two females (that were probably less than happy with him) – this would be an interesting arrival.
He waits until you have made your introduction, sparks tickling the sides of your skin, and a calming and (almost?) welcoming demeanor to your words. And then he appears – softly, quietly, without much fanfare, intimidation, or threat. Eight knew that their bond with the Jungle was timid and fresh, at best. There hadn’t been an alliance when he was King – and now with a new face on each throne, there was an opportunity waiting.
He steps forward from the air, arriving next to you, Cress, and nodding his head in greeting. “Rhy – congratulations on your new position. Eight, and Cress.” He nods to the young woman besides him. “We come from the Valley – stretching our legs if you will. We’ve come to announce the rise of a new ruler, Demian, and extend our courtesies. Eight didn’t need to step foot anywhere, nor inquire to others, in order to know what rustling was happening in Beqanna – but pleasantries were always necessary.
Now, to not step on any toes.
∞
and now the storm is coming, the storm is coming in