Leilan
In hindsight he has gone about this conversation terribly wrong. His short answers lead to questions, and answering those leads to expectations.
The dragon blinks as both the younglings get comfortable around him - a strange sensation, echo of what once was, tries to settle in his chest but opts for his brain instead, when it finds the icy thing that barely passes for a heart. He shakes his head lightly in attempt to rid himself of the feeling, then eyes them, one to the other. Sighs.
”Fine. Only because I’m bored and you won’t leave otherwise.” He mumbles, groans more than speaks.
He makes a show of rising, turning, then alters his breath with the magic of the cold nearby. Ice crystals reflect light to create and become a blue flame, cold to the touch if they’d try. There is no heat to be found from the ice mage, but light and illusion all the more. The cave wall comes to life with blue light and misty shadows as he weaves his tale. He doesn’t bother speaking though; this information comes right into their heads as soon as the images appear. If all else it is more practical and faster, and perhaps more permanent (he didn’t really think this through). He weaves two stories at once; one is the one he wishes to tell them, and one is his own point of view: it comes with the mind-connection, a thing that can’t really be helped.
Before Hyaline, before any of the current kingdoms, there was Beqanna, and her lands were magical. Kingdoms granted boons as much as any of the Entities now, and people would be either greedily at war to confiscate more land, thus magic, or to make pacts ensuring much of the same.
In this time, there was a Jungle, where Amazons would gather. Men were not allowed, or only as slaves as they were called. Here to do the dirty work or to be loved by queens in secret. It was there that amidst five sisters, a son was born and raised. He didn’t stay long, for his Princely title was an empty promise of nothing.
All of this continued until one day, the fairies didn’t put up with it any longer. A line was crossed one too many times, and the kingdoms were destroyed and combined into the Mountain, where the magic remains stored until now. This was called the Reckoning. The boy wasn’t around for this, but he’s heard the tales. All started in Taiga, which at the time was wrecked with every element. The shadows on the wall show the devastation of Taiga: earth, wind, water and fire laying waste to the giant trees.
After the Reckoning, new land was created on the condition of harmony. Mares of stature would now group together without allowing a stallion in their ranks, and they were strong. Strength they had in many ways, perhaps more so than the stallions of the old Tundra Brotherhood, their opposites and likes.
It was this group, called Amazons, who banded together quickly after the Reckoning, in a land vastly different than they knew before the Reckoning: Nerine was the new Jungle, made of sturdy rocky that stood against the wind and sea. He recalls boldly entering the moors, defiant in his youth, sure that his mother’s name would protect him. His heartjump at being attacked by his hairless mother when she didn’t recognise him with her dragon sight, allowing only the heat signatures to spot him; their emotionless emotional reunion, for neither would admit how much they cared.
For some, Nerine alone was not enough. Even Amazons have children now or then, proof of which being right in front of you, and they confiscated a mountain vale named Hyaline directly to their south, to raise and train aspiring novices. For a time, the Amazonian would-be empire worked. But the people in Hyaline grew up and would have their freedom, and Hyaline grew independent. A Sanctuary was created in it’s state, a place for all, but especially for the young, or the weak, to be a safe haven and training ground. A place of growth if you will. There were close ties to Tephra, and after a time, to Nerine again as well. Those three kingdoms became tied by blood (this was my own mother’s scheming, I’ll have you know). Kagerus comes to mind, as well as his mother, and then Wishbone, the Tephran Amazon.
Then there was a Plague, (another band of terrorsome images follows) and the lands shifted again to what they look like today. The Isle is a safe haven, but others come to claim it. Is no place safe for his wife to have their child? There’s shouting, fighting, demons and magicians, and Heartfire splitting rock. Brennen trying to shield them in the chaos. Death for the immortal defender. This is mine. Prince of the Isle. A hoof comes down. King in the North. Hyaline was separated from the north, with Taiga appearing in between, and became as free as they always would. This is where things shifted, for Pangea and the Silver Cove were both new lands and new neighbors. Someone decided to make the Cove the Kingdom’s seat as it was Plague-free; this was the time in which I settled here in the mountains. A woman named Kensa ruled Hyaline then, well-tied with Pangea, and prone to a little mischief now or then. The sanctuary did not function as it had, and the Pangeans became leader instead. I didn’t really pay attention to it, as it didn’t concern me. No wife and child now: he’s hiding from the world. She left, she left, she left: distraction, distraction, let’s kill it. Fish slushy made by dragon teeth, a pearlescent winged woman wishes to drown and he complies. A Taigan child visits. Perhaps she could be kept. Understanding between a leader and her lieutenant.
I believe when Kensa disappeared, it was Breach who followed in her footsteps, out of Pangea. Her mother Sochi had won the favor of an entity, and so Sochi’s dream to create a pack became reality over time. Hyaline became a kingdom for shifters, which Breach handed to Mazikeen at some point in time. She’s been queen of Hyaline for some time now.
The images stop abruptly when Mazikeen the dragon bares her teeth against a still unknown threat, one that takes no shape as of yet. This is not done on purpose, for Leilan truly has no idea of what Gale is other than a shapeshifter, but the vagueness serves it’s purpose.
”Off you go now.” His voices croaks a little as if from disuse; with the last remnant of magic, he creates a careful teleport below them, which drops them a few inches above the lakeshore. The mage is done talking, and if they were to try and find him again, they’ll find a long-abandoned cave.
The dragon blinks as both the younglings get comfortable around him - a strange sensation, echo of what once was, tries to settle in his chest but opts for his brain instead, when it finds the icy thing that barely passes for a heart. He shakes his head lightly in attempt to rid himself of the feeling, then eyes them, one to the other. Sighs.
”Fine. Only because I’m bored and you won’t leave otherwise.” He mumbles, groans more than speaks.
He makes a show of rising, turning, then alters his breath with the magic of the cold nearby. Ice crystals reflect light to create and become a blue flame, cold to the touch if they’d try. There is no heat to be found from the ice mage, but light and illusion all the more. The cave wall comes to life with blue light and misty shadows as he weaves his tale. He doesn’t bother speaking though; this information comes right into their heads as soon as the images appear. If all else it is more practical and faster, and perhaps more permanent (he didn’t really think this through). He weaves two stories at once; one is the one he wishes to tell them, and one is his own point of view: it comes with the mind-connection, a thing that can’t really be helped.
Before Hyaline, before any of the current kingdoms, there was Beqanna, and her lands were magical. Kingdoms granted boons as much as any of the Entities now, and people would be either greedily at war to confiscate more land, thus magic, or to make pacts ensuring much of the same.
In this time, there was a Jungle, where Amazons would gather. Men were not allowed, or only as slaves as they were called. Here to do the dirty work or to be loved by queens in secret. It was there that amidst five sisters, a son was born and raised. He didn’t stay long, for his Princely title was an empty promise of nothing.
All of this continued until one day, the fairies didn’t put up with it any longer. A line was crossed one too many times, and the kingdoms were destroyed and combined into the Mountain, where the magic remains stored until now. This was called the Reckoning. The boy wasn’t around for this, but he’s heard the tales. All started in Taiga, which at the time was wrecked with every element. The shadows on the wall show the devastation of Taiga: earth, wind, water and fire laying waste to the giant trees.
After the Reckoning, new land was created on the condition of harmony. Mares of stature would now group together without allowing a stallion in their ranks, and they were strong. Strength they had in many ways, perhaps more so than the stallions of the old Tundra Brotherhood, their opposites and likes.
It was this group, called Amazons, who banded together quickly after the Reckoning, in a land vastly different than they knew before the Reckoning: Nerine was the new Jungle, made of sturdy rocky that stood against the wind and sea. He recalls boldly entering the moors, defiant in his youth, sure that his mother’s name would protect him. His heartjump at being attacked by his hairless mother when she didn’t recognise him with her dragon sight, allowing only the heat signatures to spot him; their emotionless emotional reunion, for neither would admit how much they cared.
For some, Nerine alone was not enough. Even Amazons have children now or then, proof of which being right in front of you, and they confiscated a mountain vale named Hyaline directly to their south, to raise and train aspiring novices. For a time, the Amazonian would-be empire worked. But the people in Hyaline grew up and would have their freedom, and Hyaline grew independent. A Sanctuary was created in it’s state, a place for all, but especially for the young, or the weak, to be a safe haven and training ground. A place of growth if you will. There were close ties to Tephra, and after a time, to Nerine again as well. Those three kingdoms became tied by blood (this was my own mother’s scheming, I’ll have you know). Kagerus comes to mind, as well as his mother, and then Wishbone, the Tephran Amazon.
Then there was a Plague, (another band of terrorsome images follows) and the lands shifted again to what they look like today. The Isle is a safe haven, but others come to claim it. Is no place safe for his wife to have their child? There’s shouting, fighting, demons and magicians, and Heartfire splitting rock. Brennen trying to shield them in the chaos. Death for the immortal defender. This is mine. Prince of the Isle. A hoof comes down. King in the North. Hyaline was separated from the north, with Taiga appearing in between, and became as free as they always would. This is where things shifted, for Pangea and the Silver Cove were both new lands and new neighbors. Someone decided to make the Cove the Kingdom’s seat as it was Plague-free; this was the time in which I settled here in the mountains. A woman named Kensa ruled Hyaline then, well-tied with Pangea, and prone to a little mischief now or then. The sanctuary did not function as it had, and the Pangeans became leader instead. I didn’t really pay attention to it, as it didn’t concern me. No wife and child now: he’s hiding from the world. She left, she left, she left: distraction, distraction, let’s kill it. Fish slushy made by dragon teeth, a pearlescent winged woman wishes to drown and he complies. A Taigan child visits. Perhaps she could be kept. Understanding between a leader and her lieutenant.
I believe when Kensa disappeared, it was Breach who followed in her footsteps, out of Pangea. Her mother Sochi had won the favor of an entity, and so Sochi’s dream to create a pack became reality over time. Hyaline became a kingdom for shifters, which Breach handed to Mazikeen at some point in time. She’s been queen of Hyaline for some time now.
The images stop abruptly when Mazikeen the dragon bares her teeth against a still unknown threat, one that takes no shape as of yet. This is not done on purpose, for Leilan truly has no idea of what Gale is other than a shapeshifter, but the vagueness serves it’s purpose.
”Off you go now.” His voices croaks a little as if from disuse; with the last remnant of magic, he creates a careful teleport below them, which drops them a few inches above the lakeshore. The mage is done talking, and if they were to try and find him again, they’ll find a long-abandoned cave.
while we froze
down below
down below
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Viszla @bolderSomething happened in which he became that shaman of Brother Bear or something. Hope you like the show.
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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