04-18-2021, 07:38 AM
Chem waits for night to arrive in the frozen world of his friend Leilan. A place he’s very familiar with, and has always appreciated the free pass to flow in and out like a tide. He’s never been reliable like Nashua, and still the dragon-lord has never made him feel unwelcome. He moves through the cold night, Irsaen spiraled around his scarred left ear, his glowing smoke curling and dancing in his wake. Where his stride disturbs the air, the illuminated smoke rises and freely flows before disappearing, brightly lit like moonlight.
He finds a hill off to the side of the open Meadow, the aurora borealis at his back. He can see the burnt forest, alive and coming back, the maze, the tracks – it is a proper festival grounds. Even at night it is lit with silver light, torchlight too, a few bonfires. Well done, Leilan. he thinks to himself, a smile spreading across his black lips. His eyes scan the landscape for anyone standing alone, or for anyone who might approach. He was in the mood for a party, certainly.
chemdog
astra inclinant, sed non obligant.
open to anyone, he's just arriving, he waited until night time!
