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02-08-2015, 11:47 PM
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The earth itself was groaning beneath the weight of a great undertaking, and the demon-horned stallion was far too curious in nature to let such an event go unobserved. He sent Irelyn ahead to scout out what might be amiss, if it was dangerous, if the world was caving in on itself, but what he received in return was not what he expected at all. 'Uh...ship.' At first, the Bloodskald thought Irelyn had cursed and he was about to admonish her, but a blink of a mental picture accompanied her words and she had, indeed, meant a seafaring vessel. What. What was a massive ship doing in the middle of a meadow? Great amber waves and seas of flowing grass were lovely metaphors, but a ship did not sail on soil. 'God. Big god.' The Earth God's doing, this ship, it seemed. The Basin General picked up his pace and crested a hill, coming to a surprised halt when Ophelia was suddenly before him looking...well. Leaner. Stronger. Beautiful. She seemed just as taken aback by his sudden presence and her words reached him where the Earth God's had missed: something was happening and they were to pair up. Would he be her partner? The simple, honest pleasure this inquiry gave him was deep and abiding in his soul, and a handsome, easy smile cracked his scarred features. "Of course." That there was even trepidation in her question made the back of his mind wonder how little she trusted him - did she really need to worry he would not come to her aid, be her other half? Be her partner? [[LET THE GREAT FLAGSHIP TORPHELIA EMBARK UPON ITS MAIDEN VOYAGE]] "talk talk talk" You know I'm trying to believe that you're never gonna leave... |
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