AITHNIEL
Aithniel draped the Dragon's Throat banner over her back while she smiled at what everyone else received. They were all good and mildly humorous gifts, but hers was the best. She'd attach it to the highest point of the tree in her homeland so that all may gather beneath it and know that they belong. Erebos was there as well, and she cast him a patient glance, smiling. He was a good memory, but she wasn't sure what more he was... not now. They had all changed and grown up. They were different now. She stayed near the tree with the turtle rhymed, surprised that there was more. Patiently, she waited and gathered with the others, summoning a fire to keep everyone warm. Zera sat regally by the fire, feathers neatly folded at his sides while observing everyone with disdain. The holiday spirit skipped this companion. |
But burn down our home
I won't leave alive
Please tag me in everything!