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04-06-2015, 12:37 AM
He didn't look at her, but he knew she was there. It wasn't because she was loud or obvious, and it wasn't because he had noticed her yet, but because she was supposed to be there, and so it was.
As in in response to her words the skies growled, the air charged with the tension of the poorly understood battle that raged between heaven and sky, lightning and owl. Another roll of thunder, a sound which set the bird's feathers on edge, fluffed out to twice their normal size. Rain screamed down, relentless and hard.
"Prepare yourself," he warned Amaris, or perhaps himself. Not a moment later another crack of lightning stabbed down, striking the very tree the owl had been sitting on. His wings flapped in the air, a vigorous, "Aha!" parted from his beak as he narrowly evaded the hit he saw coming. Slightly water-logged he didn't fly far, and in fact settled rather comfortably atop Amaris' rump.
It was the first time he actually looked at her, his wide eyes dark and deep as they flashed beneath blinking lids that fought off the incessant moisture. His feathers ruffled again, and he shook them quickly, expelling as much water as he could. Then, he smiled, in the way only birds can. "Can you fly still?" he asked, appraising her leather bound wings, ones which let the water roll away unlike his soggy feathered ones - his poor grooming and age surely to blame for that.
We must rise up to them, or else they will continue to hit us here. His head pivoted, spinning so that one eye watched her, while the other stared at the storm. It seemed as if there were two monumental eyes glaring back from the clouds, electricity lightning them up from behind at times.
"It is your destiny, as it is mine. The world brought us together for this cause, friend of the dragons, rider of the storm."
@[Amaris]
As in in response to her words the skies growled, the air charged with the tension of the poorly understood battle that raged between heaven and sky, lightning and owl. Another roll of thunder, a sound which set the bird's feathers on edge, fluffed out to twice their normal size. Rain screamed down, relentless and hard.
"Prepare yourself," he warned Amaris, or perhaps himself. Not a moment later another crack of lightning stabbed down, striking the very tree the owl had been sitting on. His wings flapped in the air, a vigorous, "Aha!" parted from his beak as he narrowly evaded the hit he saw coming. Slightly water-logged he didn't fly far, and in fact settled rather comfortably atop Amaris' rump.
It was the first time he actually looked at her, his wide eyes dark and deep as they flashed beneath blinking lids that fought off the incessant moisture. His feathers ruffled again, and he shook them quickly, expelling as much water as he could. Then, he smiled, in the way only birds can. "Can you fly still?" he asked, appraising her leather bound wings, ones which let the water roll away unlike his soggy feathered ones - his poor grooming and age surely to blame for that.
We must rise up to them, or else they will continue to hit us here. His head pivoted, spinning so that one eye watched her, while the other stared at the storm. It seemed as if there were two monumental eyes glaring back from the clouds, electricity lightning them up from behind at times.
"It is your destiny, as it is mine. The world brought us together for this cause, friend of the dragons, rider of the storm."
@[Amaris]
