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10-18-2013, 12:35 AM
Mirage the DragonHeart It had all happened so fast. The murders, the war, the challenges from her own friends, the treaty that had been agreed upon, albeit temporary. The DragonHeart suddenly found herself without a single Glazier, for Aaron had found himself with the added responsibility of being a father as well as a brother to all of his sisters, and Lace.. Well, he had declared his hatred for her clear as anything else. She wondered whether she had lost him permanently, whether he would make himself scarce from her forevermore.. No. She would not allow that to be. She would seek him out in the near future, she would face him and hear his final judgement of her once the wounds of everything he went through have healed over. As the mare wandered across the borders of her home, with her magical cloak spread across her dark bodice, she wondered what to do regarding the unfinished wall.
The Edge held some acolytes and apprentices, and she tried to recall each of them in turn. Many were still youngsters, yearlings or younger still, and certainly not capable of holding the rank and the responsibility that went along with it. In her wanderings, Akaith helped her, borrowing images she had seen in her communications with fellow companions. It was as the mare came across Kahlua that she reflected upon the hazy, rough image of a paint damsel in her mind, connecting the name with some passing comments from Lace of an apprentice who was not only willing to learn, but capable of doing so swiftly and with enthusiasm. The DragonHeart dropped her illusionary cloak, standing before the mare who was inspecting the wall, a curious smile upon her maw as Akaith flitted in the trees above them. "Kahlua?" Her silky smooth voice asked, the troubled thoughts that would normally plague her shoved aside as she hoped to address this very issue of an unfinished wall as soon as was possible. "I am Mirage." Warm tones added as she offered an inclination of her tiara, awaiting the mare's response, and perhaps a confirmation that this young girl would be willing to take up the place that had been forfeited recently. @[Kahlua] |
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