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10-12-2012, 02:21 PM
 He waited quietly by the border, a gray shape standing beneath the branches of a barren tree. It was cold, a morning wrapped in mist where everything appeared to have frozen in place. Ice crust wrapped around strands of grass, turning the ground into something delicate and precious. Soon the sun would rise higher and melt the lingering frost of night, soon the wind would scatter the damp mist and dance through the forest by the sea. But for now everything was still and quiet, soft as the breaths of the dragon that slept peacefully upon a gilded back. It was hard to tell whether minutes had passed or decades in this cathedral of nature, and it didn't matter. He would wait as long as was necessary, in order to answer for his actions. A call had gone out across the lands, a wish to meet again that was a bit more forceful than he had intended. By nature Lace disliked to be left without a choice and as such he also generally disliked to force others into situations they had no mean of controlling. This time he had forgotten that he wasn't responsible only for himself and his own actions; not only was he involving someone who might be a friend, but he had also dragged in the entire herd. It was hard to predict what the consequences of his forgetfulness would be, but he sincerely hoped that it wouldn't end in a loss of trust. |
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