03-12-2018, 01:04 PM
It is quiet. Deathly so.
It is in these moments she finds the most peace. The silence of night was comforting to her as she watched the glowing plankton roll in and out with the tide. A cool breeze blows through her mane, and she spreads her feathered appendages, imagining herself flying in the night sky. Her eyes close.
The moment of bliss is fleeting as the sound of voices grab her attention. Two she knows, the other unfamiliar. They are down the beach a ways, and she contemplates whether she should investigate or let the men handle it.
She sighs, moving her feet in the direction of her champion, her watcher, and the stranger. Klaudius looks to have the ever growing anger in his eye. Brennen looks annoyed at best. And the stranger seems calm but stubborn nonetheless. The Keeper grows closer, the glow of the plankton illuminating the jewel upon her skull.
”Stop it you two,” She says, voice stern. ”It seems as though our guest only wanted to see the beauty of our krill. Allow him an opportunity to speak his name when he’s more comfortable.” She gives him a gentle nudge as she inches closer to Klaudius’ side. What Klaudius lacked in diplomacy skills, he made up for in protectiveness, which she was glad for. But since the stranger hasn’t done them harm, she figured hostility is better saved for one of those times. ”I’m Krone, the Keeper of Ischia. This is my champion, and this is my Watcher.” She gestures to each as she states their titles. A stone cold glare on her face as she looks to each.
”But I’m sure they already told you that. Now that we’re all acquainted, can I please ask of your name, stranger?” Her tone is gentle, with the slightest urging undertone. It isn’t like her to turn one away, but if he couldn’t find the words to tell her, she would have to send him on his way.
Knowing ones name was the best way to find the ill-hearted after-all.
It is in these moments she finds the most peace. The silence of night was comforting to her as she watched the glowing plankton roll in and out with the tide. A cool breeze blows through her mane, and she spreads her feathered appendages, imagining herself flying in the night sky. Her eyes close.
The moment of bliss is fleeting as the sound of voices grab her attention. Two she knows, the other unfamiliar. They are down the beach a ways, and she contemplates whether she should investigate or let the men handle it.
She sighs, moving her feet in the direction of her champion, her watcher, and the stranger. Klaudius looks to have the ever growing anger in his eye. Brennen looks annoyed at best. And the stranger seems calm but stubborn nonetheless. The Keeper grows closer, the glow of the plankton illuminating the jewel upon her skull.
”Stop it you two,” She says, voice stern. ”It seems as though our guest only wanted to see the beauty of our krill. Allow him an opportunity to speak his name when he’s more comfortable.” She gives him a gentle nudge as she inches closer to Klaudius’ side. What Klaudius lacked in diplomacy skills, he made up for in protectiveness, which she was glad for. But since the stranger hasn’t done them harm, she figured hostility is better saved for one of those times. ”I’m Krone, the Keeper of Ischia. This is my champion, and this is my Watcher.” She gestures to each as she states their titles. A stone cold glare on her face as she looks to each.
”But I’m sure they already told you that. Now that we’re all acquainted, can I please ask of your name, stranger?” Her tone is gentle, with the slightest urging undertone. It isn’t like her to turn one away, but if he couldn’t find the words to tell her, she would have to send him on his way.
Knowing ones name was the best way to find the ill-hearted after-all.