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11-09-2012, 09:42 PM
Not much went by unseen in the forests of the World's Edge. This occasion was no different. The golden dragon, Akaith, sat in the treetops above, watching the exchange with keen interest. She was confused, for it was her understanding that Gods do not venture often to lands that were not their own; these lands were blessed by the Moon Goddess, and yet she had not wandered here since their take over.. The dragon suspected that the Earth God knew of her presence even if he did not acknowledge her, he was all-knowing after all, but she did not mind being ignored, not when she was merely spying on the goings on at the borders of her homeland. The great God was taking his leave then, and so the little dragon summoned her bonded, silently, informing her of all that had gone on.
Akaith glided with ease to lower branches then, greeting Solstice warmly, with a colourful trill. With much happiness evident in her nature, the little dragon proceeded to coo and caw at the young foals, glad to have them call the World's Edge their home. Soon, the shadows nearby seemed to bend and shift, and the magical cloak that encased the body of the WeyrLeader dropped. Kind, golden eyes fell upon the gathered, a warm greeting wuffling forth from the mare's subtle, gentle smile.
"It seems our family is ever-growing. Good thing Aaron is within, and well on his way to being WingLeader to protect us." Exotic accents curled her words, but the heartfelt honesty was there; they were of course, all encouraged to enter the borders and make the Edge their home. "Come, bring them to one of the camp fires, let the flames warm them against this FrostFall." With that, Mirage nodded her tiara gracefully, and led the way through the thick trees, towards light, warmth, and family.
Akaith glided with ease to lower branches then, greeting Solstice warmly, with a colourful trill. With much happiness evident in her nature, the little dragon proceeded to coo and caw at the young foals, glad to have them call the World's Edge their home. Soon, the shadows nearby seemed to bend and shift, and the magical cloak that encased the body of the WeyrLeader dropped. Kind, golden eyes fell upon the gathered, a warm greeting wuffling forth from the mare's subtle, gentle smile.
"It seems our family is ever-growing. Good thing Aaron is within, and well on his way to being WingLeader to protect us." Exotic accents curled her words, but the heartfelt honesty was there; they were of course, all encouraged to enter the borders and make the Edge their home. "Come, bring them to one of the camp fires, let the flames warm them against this FrostFall." With that, Mirage nodded her tiara gracefully, and led the way through the thick trees, towards light, warmth, and family.
