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11-20-2012, 01:00 PM
 Once upon a time there was a manWith his eyes towards the moon And he wonder to himself: "Will love come soon?" The world was beautiful when covered in snow. From above it looked like it had been wrapped into a soft, woolen blanket, decorated with a lovely white drape that had her heard singing in joy. There was no color so delightful as white. It was pure, it was clean. It was all colors and none, an unwritten page, a clean slate. White was the beginning and the end, white was everything in between. White was the reason, the answer, the very question. She loved white. She loved it as much as she loved the gold-draped-silver-white-Lace horse that strolled through the forest somewhere beneath her, occupied with thoughts of intruding horses, disappeared horses and lack of number horses. All he ever thought about was horses, with wings and without wings, with horns, horses with horse and wings, and horses with neither horns nor wings, and without homes too. It didn't interest her, but she accompanied him anyway on his trips to the border of the area called Helovia, because it was boring when he was not around and she liked to remember the time when she had met Akaith here the first time. Curiously enough, it was she who found the little horse that lay in the snow, sleeping and slowly covered in a blanket of cold, falling snow. The dragon felt curious, wondered. Why was it sleeping there, the brown-and-black? A flick of the tail and a slight alteration of the wings angle made her spiral down towards the figure, claws grasping for hold as she elegantly landed on a tree branch above the horse. White shingled down as paws brushed the snow away from the bark, tail coiling as she studied the sleeper, a loud warbled from the throat urging her to wake up. The sleeper had wings. She approved - any winged being was noble in its own right. She would test the sleeper first though, before alerting her bonded to the find. Fajira sensed his curiosity through the bond, wondering what she was up to; a misty blue-gray eye blinked and shut him out, preventing her thoughts from being read. It'd be a surprise, if the sleeper proved worthy enough. |
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