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03-17-2015, 06:08 AM
Keera
we'll be celebrating - dancing until dawn
we'll be celebrating - dancing until dawn
Without another word she had followed the brazen gold one and his companion, walking in silence with him – not at his side though, she walked respectfully back at his flank, not wishing to infringe upon his space but ensuring she did not fall behind. Her eyes followed the companion that walked with him though, loving the way it seemed to bounce and move in such a contrast to the manner of the golden one. Silence is what falls between them however, and in silence she walked with him along the path untraveled by her. She was glad for the company, and more so for the one who knew the way without hesitation.
As the landscape shifted, she believed she was coming closer. The lands grew colder, and even here where he lead her the cold became so much more, it latched on to her and sunk into her bones. Keera had never experienced cold; there was no snow but the frost was terrible enough for her, and she shivered, shaking herself in an attempt to rid the cold, and bring warmth. She picked up her pace a little as well, knowing it would assist to help her feel warmer.
Yet they seemed to go down, the way open as the golden one drew her through the mountain pass and before her, the sight was unlike anything she had seen. A frozen archway, gleaming and brilliant and guarded by what looked like metal monster; such an intimidating sight was the sentinel that she was gone. The gold one now looked to her and told her to pass beneath the arch, and make herself known to those named Ophelia and Deimos; those who led those who called the Basin home.
Keera looked to Thranduil with fear behind her eyes, yet it was gone as she swallowed the sensation and took nervous steps. Walking beneath the arch Keera looked up and around, marveling at the sight opening to her eyes, forgetting about the sentinel that was there. She slowed to a halt with no desire to intrude further; no need to wake the monster if it decided she were a foe, and so Keera stood there, lost in thought with eyes shining as she drank in everything around her.
She then lifted her head and called to those she could see before her, those who perhaps called the Basin home, and she whistled lightly, “Greetings to you... I was told by the golden one, Thranduil, to come here and present myself to Ophelia and Deimos... He said he had to return South. I am Keera...” she trails off – unsure of what else to say.
So she falls quiet, feeling awkward and perhaps look a tad more so as she looked about, still not wanting to push her luck until she was a little more sure.
@[Deimos]
@[Ophelia]
As the landscape shifted, she believed she was coming closer. The lands grew colder, and even here where he lead her the cold became so much more, it latched on to her and sunk into her bones. Keera had never experienced cold; there was no snow but the frost was terrible enough for her, and she shivered, shaking herself in an attempt to rid the cold, and bring warmth. She picked up her pace a little as well, knowing it would assist to help her feel warmer.
Yet they seemed to go down, the way open as the golden one drew her through the mountain pass and before her, the sight was unlike anything she had seen. A frozen archway, gleaming and brilliant and guarded by what looked like metal monster; such an intimidating sight was the sentinel that she was gone. The gold one now looked to her and told her to pass beneath the arch, and make herself known to those named Ophelia and Deimos; those who led those who called the Basin home.
Keera looked to Thranduil with fear behind her eyes, yet it was gone as she swallowed the sensation and took nervous steps. Walking beneath the arch Keera looked up and around, marveling at the sight opening to her eyes, forgetting about the sentinel that was there. She slowed to a halt with no desire to intrude further; no need to wake the monster if it decided she were a foe, and so Keera stood there, lost in thought with eyes shining as she drank in everything around her.
She then lifted her head and called to those she could see before her, those who perhaps called the Basin home, and she whistled lightly, “Greetings to you... I was told by the golden one, Thranduil, to come here and present myself to Ophelia and Deimos... He said he had to return South. I am Keera...” she trails off – unsure of what else to say.
So she falls quiet, feeling awkward and perhaps look a tad more so as she looked about, still not wanting to push her luck until she was a little more sure.
@[Deimos]
@[Ophelia]
