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05-07-2016, 10:17 PM
i want to make the best of what is left, hold tight and hear my beating heart one last time before daylight The Sun Sultana's emotions were something akin to Russian roulette these days; she'd always been subject to the ebb and flow of her own temper but now with the raging hormones of her pregnancy she had higher highs and lower lows and moved between them as often enough to give Gwaihir Emotional whiplash. With his bonded entering the later stages of her term, the eagle liked to keep close but he had little enough patience at the best of times and so had left her for his morning hunt and stayed away longer then he might usually have. Meg was in a one of her better moods, contentment with her home and her family and disposed to approve of everyone and everything in her sun-drenched realm. She took herself toward the northern stretch of beach, enjoying the warmth that the onset of spring brought with it. To call it a “patrol” might have been a stretch, but even with her mobility somewhat limited, Megaera liked to remain active and informed of the goings on in the Dragons’s Throat. Her side were rounded, and flight had already become bore than a little ungainly so she kept to the sound, leaving a trail of hoof prints along the beach. The call across the water caught her attention, quiet as it was, and she made a beeline for the bridges’ invisible base which was conveniently not far ahead. She rose, carried by wings of flame rather than her own, the Sun God’s magic activated by the golden key kept hidden in the feathers at the base of her left wing. She saw the unicorn mare below, and because she was alone, waiting politely (unlike some people) Meg felt no rise on suspicion or aggression. She touched down upon the shore of the Heart side and moved toward the mare. “Hail, I am Megaera, Sultana of Dragon’s Throat. Do you have business on our sands?” She greeted the mare pleasantly coming to a stop and taking a moment to adjust her footing(one can never find a comfortable way to stand when tiny hooves are kicking your insides). |
@Tiva
FAC FORTIA ET PATERE
be brave and endure
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