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Airmail [mirage] - Hector - 11-03-2012
RE: Airmail [mirage] - Mirage - 11-07-2012 It was unusual, the summons that echoed across the DragonHeart's lands this afternoon. Frostfall made the air frigid, but the breath breathed by this creature was warmed by a fire that burned within, hotter than a furnace. The majority of this winter was spent not in the form of a fragile equine body, but rather the impenetrable, indestructible body of a dragon. Golden scales glittered brightly against the pale snow that was littered across the ground, though it was sparse thanks to the many camp fires that had been lit to preserve warmth amongst those who were less fortunate. The dragon was not amongst the trees today, however, but she instead lingered over the cliff's edge, clinging to the sides with her powerful, dextrous claws. Akaith, the miniature golden companion, chittered amusedly from a spinal spike that grew from Mirage's nape, thrilled that she could share these adventures properly now with her bonded. But both beings diverted their attentions upwards as the call went out, asking for the DragonHeart directly. With a smile curving the scaled lips of the larger dragon, she requested her small queen to fly on ahead of her, and so Akaith did. The little dragon easily scaled the edge of the cliffside that gave their homeland its name, soon coming across a strange winged steed, of whom she immediately sent a picture to her bonded. The little dragon called out to the curious tribrid, but almost as soon as she had, a deep, yet strangely welcoming, melodic tune seemed to shake the very earth beneath them. It was a smooth harmony, if one listened closely enough, sung by a dragon much larger than the little Akaith, a true queen of dragons who rose into the skies with graceful strokes of her leathery wings. It was the song of the DragonHeart, who landed with delicate ease on the edge of the world, tail hanging over the side while sparking claws clutched her bodice to the terrain of the Edge. "The DragonHeart shall listen to your message." The great golden beast informed the stallion with quiet, kind tones. She was grateful that in her transformation, the ability to articulate speech had not been lost, the scales about her lips were malleable enough to still shape words. Though her voice had a definite 'dragon-ness' about them, they still held that exotic accent, and smooth, soothing melody that simply was, Mirage. Dipping her cranium, the dragon greeted the steed as if she were still in equine form, hoping that the message of her magic had been spread amongst their allies - for her predator's senses allowed her to know what herd he hailed from. It was curious, though, she could detect the definite sandy scent of the Throat upon him, and yet the musk of the mountains by the Foothills seemed to linger about him also. And another scent, one she recognised as a mare who called herself a friend and sister - Daenerys. Mirage was curious about this creature, and hoped that he might linger long enough for her to hear his message, and then perhaps learn even more about him. Settling down so that all her limbs were folded beneath her, but her wings were ready to unfurl and leap her body off the edge at a second's notice, the DragonHeart waited. RE: Airmail [mirage] - Hector - 11-08-2012
RE: Airmail [mirage] - Mirage - 11-11-2012 The dragon listened patiently as the steed gathered his thoughts and prepared himself for speech. She was impressed by the speed of his recovery, for being faced by a dragon, even a relatively small dragon on the grander scale of things, was a true test of one's resolve. Her eyes, which were invariably sharper in their focus than that of her equine body's, keenly observed him, scrutinising him - even admiring his strong build of body. She heard the message with a moment of confusion, wondering what it was Paladin was referring to - what had she agreed to? She remembered him speaking of being an unbiased third party to disputes and issues - had he some ill respect between himself and Kri? A sigh left her nostrils, unintentional smoke rising away with it. Mirage further wondered at the method Paladin had chosen to have this message delivered. Akaith made fairly regular trips to the Foothills to visit Mirage's brothers, surely he could have given it to them? Or did he not trust them? But he trusted a stallion not even of his own herd? It was a puzzling situation. The dragon-mare would stay true to her word however, despite the odd circumstances. "I will do as he asks, though I know not what effect my word will have." She spoke quietly, mostly to herself, confirming that she heard and understood the message the tribrid brought. "Thank you, ...messenger?" The words were offered by way of inquiring after his true identity. "Forgive me if I am wrong, but you do not seem like the type who spends most of their time delivering messages. Might I know more about you?" Her tones were spoken with a polite, lighter air, silently conveying that the stallion was welcome to find shelter and linger within the borders of the Edge for as long as he allowed - being a member of an allied herd, this was the promise gifted to him by the World's Edge. RE: Airmail [mirage] - Hector - 11-16-2012
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