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04-19-2016, 10:55 PM
Aelin Dreams paint the sky in the brightest colours. They are the dreams of crimson, gold, ivory and violets. Mixing together and creating the most beautiful colour show known to none but the Dreamwalker.
Somewhere around here Zenobia was supposedly lurking. Despite being (supposedly) related to the older girl, Aelin wasn't partially fond of the other. The girl had come across as overbearing and quickly had become a little too much for the sandy princess. Aelin's lanky body weaved through the trees, her steps careful. She'd flown here with only a few breaks, she was actually quite proud of her effort. Ruffling her wings she winced as a cramp in her left wing caused a sharp pain to shoot through her wing joint. Frowning she rested the wing gently against her side, perhaps she'd pushed herself a little too much. Deciding that continuing to move on foot was the best idea she picked up the pace and weaved through the trees. It was a beautiful part of Helovia, although what her purpose was here seemed to be up for debated. Zenobia had told her it was time to 'patrol' and Aelin always wanted to please her father. Surely by doing this she was helping out? The girl wasn't sure what she was supposed to be looking for. She was on patrol for...what? Looking for something out of place? She didn't know this land well enough to know if something was out of place. Although if gods were going on a rampage or blue lightening was shooting out of a raven's beak she'd surely notice that. It was then she noticed a dark figure, someone who seemed agitated and confused? Her fist instinct was to avoid him, but she was curious. Perhaps one day this curiosity would result in some dire consequences, she hoped today was not that day. "Hello?" This one seemed familiar, she'd seen this brute in the Throat before. Wasn't he the one who'd been sticking his head in a tree? With a roll of her eyes she moved closer and studied his dark coat, menacing body and red bloody eyes. A shiver worked it's way down her spine, something about this male unnerved her. For only she can see the beauty of true desires.
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@Abaddon
I guess jealousy's the curse that the struggle inspires.
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