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09-25-2014, 03:44 PM
Feeling no tension from his bonded, Astraeus allowed himself to fall from the sky in a slow, steady arc. Small flickers of lightning raced along his sleek form, dancing over each feather. He left a trail behind him, a faint sparkling in the sky, barely visible in the Sun's light. The zephyr was intrigued, for he had never seen a dragon before. He hovered above the sands, head cocked to one side as he observed the reptilian creature's antics. A small, curious chirp left his beak before he pulled himself away to land easily on his bonded's shoulders, lamenting the fact that he could only stay still in the air for so long. An image of a hummingbird entered the dove's mind, and then a sense of longing; she wanted to laugh at his desire to be able to fly backward, as the small, jeweled birds of the forest could do. Instead, all he could do was give off sparks. Outwardly, though, all she did was grin at the pale unicorn's companion. "Well, he is welcome to roll in our sands whenever he likes," she responded pleasantly. If the dragon had been born in the sands, then who did that make his bonded? And why didn't the Sultana know her? The dove had been a part of the Dragon's Throat for some time - longer than most who inhabited the desert land now - and yet she could not recall ever having met the red-tinged beauty before her. Of course, she did not have to wait for long, for the newcomer readily offered her own titles. The number of residences surprised the fae, as did the fact that her name sounded somewhat familiar. She masked a frown by craning her neck as though to nip at a fly on her side, concealing her confusion under a lifted wing. The moment passed quickly, and she regarded the mare with a gentle warmth. "Any follower of the Sun is welcome on these sands," she told Ophelia. "Please, come with me to the oasis, Ophe-" Suddenly, Gaucho's voice played in her mind: Oh-feel-ya. Ophelia! "Oh!" she exclaimed gleefully. "I know you!" Realizing that she probably sounded quite mad, she went on hurriedly: "Gaucho spoke of you. You helped to get his memory back, didn't you?" "Talk talk talk." @[Ophelia] Translations :: |
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