In the dark of the night [open]

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In the dark of the night [open]

Lace the Silverthorn Posts: 459

Deceased atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5

Stallion :: Equine :: 15.3 hh :: 14 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE

Fajira :: Plain White Dragon :: Fire Breath Chan

#10

10-06-2012, 08:11 AM

LACE

Who, in his mind,
has not probed the dark water?

Still mulling over the past encounters with the immortals of the realm, Lace listened with half an ear as the ladies spoke to one another. Their soft voices enveloped him much like the darkness and the rain, almost tangible but of little concern. Like pleasantries on a party, nothing important was said and he found himself almost forgetting what they had said as soon as the lulling tones had reached his ears. With the mouth still smiling and eyes moving between them however, his distraction didn't show and Fajira listened enough that he would be able to jump into the conversation again when necessary.

Perhaps it was because of his detachment from the situation that he noticed a slight change in the night surrounding them. It wasn't so much a relenting of the rain and wind as it was a disruption in the patterns of patter and rustle, branch creaks and silence that rested between the other noises. He more sensed than saw how Tor reacted to it as well, her ears swiveling upon the crown and eyes moving to try and pierce through the shadows of the night.

A sense of calm settled over the stallion. His senses suddenly alert, the feet shifted slightly and moved to center the weight beneath him, muscles readying for movement at a seconds notice. Instincts honed from years on the road on his own began to work and strained to pick up the source of the disturbance. Lace breathed in slowly, lips quivering as he tasted the scents upon the wind. Nothing yet, nothing that posed a threat... assuming that there was anything at all out there. He'd rather be safe than sorry.

"What is it?" he asked gently as the painted mares silence became prolonged, his voice retaining the same even tone as before. Nothing in his mannerism suggested that anything was out of order. Nothing, except that the dragon on his back suddenly came to life again, alert and wings unfolding slightly in preparation. Should anything happen she would take to the air, disappear among the leaves and act as lookout - and if need be, backup.

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