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12-27-2014, 07:32 PM
Fig
The wind bustled by and it was cold, hinting of the fresh snow falling in dense curtains across the rolling landscape beneath their Sky Island. Cherry blossoms melted from rippling canopies around the two mares, petals waltzing adrift, playing to the hum of Frostfall’s song. Cool gaze traced their scarlet silhouettes thoughtfully, but the sudden caress of the dragon’s claws, the gentle tug and pull of her mane like never she had felt before, startled that focus. At first her skin seemed to stiffen as though stone, hard and wary – she had not been touched by any other, perhaps ever. Certainly it was not common culture among the Lignea to seek physical contact. There seemed to be no reason for it. But her bristling hide softened after a small time when neither pain nor discomfort seared her mind. Resplendence was already part way through her explanation of Companions, a curious concept that didn’t particularly impress the heavy tree-girl. In Prim’sylva, eggs were the product of married birds or lusting ‘cold-bloodeds’, the yolk slick creatures within were raised by those parents alone or left to perish. That was the cycle of life after all, the perfect harmony of the world, and there was no reason to interfere. Though the thought of such a bond troubled her deeply... What of the other when it’s bonded passed? Memory of her mourning mother threatened her positive expression; and what of the wars of this corrupt land? Perhaps dragons were a bloodthirsty race, but how could any other creature live through such violence. Fig’s perspective was biased, based solely off her tranquil birthplace. “Oh,” she responded softly, glancing back to the busy town nestled between rolling distant hills. The obsidian girl tried earnestly to hide her discontent. “Breathe fire? I suppose that would be useful in battle...” The winged reptile had by then braided enough of Fig’s thick, unkempt tresses for her to view his art, and her eye softened considerably as it passed over it. Pretty, she thought quietly and smiled. “I suppose a protector would be necessary here, in Helovia. In Prim’Sylva, there are no threats, no reason for defence.” She rolled her shoulders a little, as Valiance moved with remarkable skill to a new position upon her – perhaps to better his access. “Resplendence?” she asked when only the soft whisper of wind graced her wavering ears again. “What is this island? Surely I would have seen it’s looming shadow if it were here when we met last in the Edge.” |
