05-20-2019, 07:26 PM
SO GIVE ME HOPE IN THE DARKNESS THAT I WILL SEE THE LIGHT
'CAUSE OH THAT GAVE ME SUCH A FRIGHT
'CAUSE OH THAT GAVE ME SUCH A FRIGHT
She sleeps and dreams underground, cocooned in his magic to keep the hardening magic from hurting her. Not so far away somewhere near Tephra’s shores, he floats and dreams. His mind brushes against hers, remnants of how close they’d been when they shared power, and his dreams are intermittently invaded by the players in hers. So he knows when she begins to stir, can feel when her replenished magic mixes with his and she rises to the surface, his bubble gently breaking open and dissolving back into the aether.
He’s a little slower to rouse, reluctant to leave the powerful embrace of the ocean. As a winged creature he had never been one to particularly enjoy swimming (wet feathers being something for which he had a complete disdain) but after water became the element through which Brennen channeled magic, his feelings had changed. Now, he is intimately familiar with all of the waters of Beqanna. But in the end he is more interested in his great-something-granddaughter and so he lifts off from the water, gliding over the ash and ruin until he spots them below, Leliana with the trail of flowers and the boy he vaguely recognizes from the fighting.
Ash lifts from the ground in pale puffs where his hooves touch down and he swings his dark head around to survey the damage as he walks over to them, and there is sadness in his bright eyes, but it’s not an overwhelming feeling. Magma is natural, in other cases, and clears away old growth to make room for new. It could have been much worse, had the volcano erupted by itself at a time when the land didn’t have two active magic users there to shuttle everyone to safety. He glances at the young stallion briefly, but not dismissively – he’s committed him to memory, evaluated him, and turned to Tephra’s Queen.
“I don’t believe we were actually introduced,” he drawls, a quick little half-smile forming and then just as quickly going, though the warmth in his eyes does not fade. “I’m Brennen.” He does have questions – an insatiable curiosity – but for now, he keeps them to himself. He’s much more interested in becoming personally acquainted with this member of his family.
He’s a little slower to rouse, reluctant to leave the powerful embrace of the ocean. As a winged creature he had never been one to particularly enjoy swimming (wet feathers being something for which he had a complete disdain) but after water became the element through which Brennen channeled magic, his feelings had changed. Now, he is intimately familiar with all of the waters of Beqanna. But in the end he is more interested in his great-something-granddaughter and so he lifts off from the water, gliding over the ash and ruin until he spots them below, Leliana with the trail of flowers and the boy he vaguely recognizes from the fighting.
Ash lifts from the ground in pale puffs where his hooves touch down and he swings his dark head around to survey the damage as he walks over to them, and there is sadness in his bright eyes, but it’s not an overwhelming feeling. Magma is natural, in other cases, and clears away old growth to make room for new. It could have been much worse, had the volcano erupted by itself at a time when the land didn’t have two active magic users there to shuttle everyone to safety. He glances at the young stallion briefly, but not dismissively – he’s committed him to memory, evaluated him, and turned to Tephra’s Queen.
“I don’t believe we were actually introduced,” he drawls, a quick little half-smile forming and then just as quickly going, though the warmth in his eyes does not fade. “I’m Brennen.” He does have questions – an insatiable curiosity – but for now, he keeps them to himself. He’s much more interested in becoming personally acquainted with this member of his family.
BUT I WILL HOLD AS LONG AS YOU LIKE
JUST PROMISE ME WE'LL BE ALRIGHT
JUST PROMISE ME WE'LL BE ALRIGHT
Brennen
@[leliana] @[Jakub]