07-02-2015, 01:53 PM
Instead of travelling to the Tundra, where she might he to see Rigdon, Yael sends Gaza instead. He should meet his headstrong half-brother and explore the world for himself. She would rather stay within the sandy Kingdom and sleep.
Yael is tired, Oh so tired, and the combination of the shade of Van’s tree and a crisp(er) wind from the North an hour after sunset lulls her into a deep sleep. A sleep that consumes her and sends her dreaming across Beqanna. She follows the wind paths and the sun rays and the water droplets as they burst on razor-sharp blades of grass. She freezes and burns and is covered in sand.
Yael slumbers in sweet oblivion, as many a magician has done before her. The world is all at once too much, and not enough; and so she must retreat.
Until there is a tingling at the tip of her nose and a tickle in her hindquarters as the magic that she is tied to inexplicably to shifts and changes. For a moment, it’s as if something is missing in her soul and then it is replaced - different, but still there. Her eyes fly open, and she finds herself buried in sand; the golden sands surrounded their golden protector and drew her under its dunes, until she felt the need to wake again. A light smile, touches her lips in thanks - but she cannot linger long in thought about it. An invisible vacuum sucks away the grains and she emerges, just like she was a couple of months or a year or so ago (what time has passed, and how much has happened?)
It does not matter; there are visitors at in her land and some of them are important. She yawns and then feels out the guests with a padded, silky touch. Oh. Eenteresting… Just for a little fun (because hey, it’s been a long time since Yael has done anything for her own amusement), she shifts into a Raven with silver and gold flecks on its feathers and flies to where the newly styled Raven Queen ambles along, taking in the whole of her kingdom. It isn’t much to look at right now - she’s passed the red rocks and dry ground and passed on to the towering, drifting dunes, and the oasis honestly isn’t that far from her now. But instead of landing in the woman’s path, Yael impishly circles her and then lands delicately on her flanks, giving a melodious (so not real raven-like) cawww in greeting.
Yael is tired, Oh so tired, and the combination of the shade of Van’s tree and a crisp(er) wind from the North an hour after sunset lulls her into a deep sleep. A sleep that consumes her and sends her dreaming across Beqanna. She follows the wind paths and the sun rays and the water droplets as they burst on razor-sharp blades of grass. She freezes and burns and is covered in sand.
Yael slumbers in sweet oblivion, as many a magician has done before her. The world is all at once too much, and not enough; and so she must retreat.
Until there is a tingling at the tip of her nose and a tickle in her hindquarters as the magic that she is tied to inexplicably to shifts and changes. For a moment, it’s as if something is missing in her soul and then it is replaced - different, but still there. Her eyes fly open, and she finds herself buried in sand; the golden sands surrounded their golden protector and drew her under its dunes, until she felt the need to wake again. A light smile, touches her lips in thanks - but she cannot linger long in thought about it. An invisible vacuum sucks away the grains and she emerges, just like she was a couple of months or a year or so ago (what time has passed, and how much has happened?)
It does not matter; there are visitors at in her land and some of them are important. She yawns and then feels out the guests with a padded, silky touch. Oh. Eenteresting… Just for a little fun (because hey, it’s been a long time since Yael has done anything for her own amusement), she shifts into a Raven with silver and gold flecks on its feathers and flies to where the newly styled Raven Queen ambles along, taking in the whole of her kingdom. It isn’t much to look at right now - she’s passed the red rocks and dry ground and passed on to the towering, drifting dunes, and the oasis honestly isn’t that far from her now. But instead of landing in the woman’s path, Yael impishly circles her and then lands delicately on her flanks, giving a melodious (so not real raven-like) cawww in greeting.
Yael, guardian of the desert