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The day was bright and warm. The Sun glinted off the sands in streaks of gold, casting a yellow hue upon those who walked the dunes. A gentle breeze flowed in from the East, from somewhere across the sea; one day, perhaps, the Sultana would find out what lay behind the azure waters. For now, though, the Dragon's Throat was enough: it was her home, and really, who needed more than that?
The dove was resting in the shade of her favorite tree. It was a rather large date palm near the lake, its leaves stretching wide to provide cover from the Sun's brilliance, and somehow the grass always seemed greener beneath its branches. The water was particularly blue today, reflecting a cloudless sky, and she gazed dreamily across the waves, lost in some errant thought or other.
Her lightning-bird interrupted her wandering thoughts with a gentle call before landing upon her withers. His talons pressed small indentations into her shoulders, though he was careful not to break the skin. Sparks and currents ran over his shimmering feathers, cascading down her sides and onto the grass below. Oddly, it had no effect on the plant life, for it was harmless unless he meant to maim or kill his target. He had grown larger, her darling zephyr, and had surprised her not long ago with his first bit of mind-speech. She had grown so attuned to him that she had first assumed that his were her own thoughts; but then she had realized that it was his voice inside her head. She had been overjoyed and gleeful, squealing aloud with her excitement. No doubt whoever was around had thought her quite mad, but she hadn't cared a whit.
Spy-stallion find something, he informed her now, preening himself as he did so. He sent her an image - a location, to be exact - and she set out immediately at an easy trot, navigating to her Sleuth with little difficulty. Dragon, came his voice again, and the Sultana immediately looked to the skies; sure enough, a white dragon soared above, though she quickly disappeared in a sudden dive. What in the world...?
"Talk talk talk."
Astraeus.
[OOC | She will officially arrive next round, to give y'all time for dragon play-attacks. ;D]
you give up your soul till you break down;
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