cut through the rock [crafters]

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[OPEN] cut through the rock [crafters]

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Mare :: Equine :: 14.1hh :: six (ages in Tallsun) HP: 62 | Buff: NOVICE

Ettore :: Red-Tailed Hawk :: None Abba

#14

06-27-2014, 09:18 PM

RASTA

hey sister, do you still believe in love, i wonder?

Nods. Nurturing nods of approval were given from Midas. A wide grin stretching across his face as she allowed her frame to rock slightly back and forth. No one could knock her over, but nothing would slip from her mind as she commanded the earth to numb down to a dull rhythmical motion. Nods of approval were all she needed.

Stronger. Sweet symphonies fell from the maws of her superiors. Strength, spiraling through and shaking the earth more. She could do that - hopefully. So, she spread her limbs a little more to balance before swishing her tail in a swift movement. In fact, that movement was even faster than the one before. Stronger was possible.

Audible. The groan was audible as the earth moved, astounding cracks ascending through the wall and allowing the rocks to begin to tumble down. A few more shakes to aggravate the cliff and she allowed her limbs to back up and eyes to watch as the sand began to carry them away. The movements were audible no more.

Gentle. Gentle movements caused her form to gravitate towards the great leader who had grasped far more than a gilded tongue in diplomacy. A small grin graced her maw as she delicately glided it over his shoulder and then looked towards the Masons to see what else it was they would like from her. After all, what else could she do? What else was there to do when she didn't possess the gift of crafting. Gentle was not only her soul, but her body.