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07-03-2017, 06:51 PM
Just watch, she said. So he watched, motionless and wound on a tight cord of curiousity, as she began to sing. It was not a song, but a few quick notes that seemed to serve as a key, a code, to unlocking a secret hidden and tucked away discreetly at the curve of her companion's throat. The collar that had escaped Roland's notice at first suddenly sprang to life, animated, and leapt forth from its place around the kitsune's neck. It grew and morphed, a metallic disk crackling with a shower of electricity, and its energy hummed through the air as it took shape and spread outwards, changing from a small and inconspicuous trinket into a hammered sheet of smooth metal, shimmering with energy. Its curved edge caught the glint of sunlight, which bounced off the surface with a blinding gleam as it sparked and hissed. Before it could fall to the ground it was swept up by the Songbird, into a firm and capable hold. Roland looked on in surprise as she held it aloft, carried as if it were weightless, a safeguard against all harm. She swept towards him in an elegant gesture, looking every bit the electrified warrior he knew her to be, and placed the shield at her feet with a wild grin as she explained its origins. The Sentinels were only a rusted shell of their former selves, worn away by seasons of wind, rain and frost, yet while they served their duty no longer, a piece of them persisted, forged into new life to guard beyond the statues' years. Roland could not help but feel a surge of pride, his gaze settling on the feather in her mane. The God of Time himself had blessed her with this gift, and he could think of no one more deserving of such commendation, always striving to succeed, to serve her people and protect their lives and their interests. In his eyes she had risen above the rest of them, caught up in effortless benevolence, compassion sewn along every inch of her form, and Roland was proud to look up to her, to aspire to be worthy of her, and honored to see her excel and push beyond the boundaries of what was requested of her. She always had a story to share with him, a new success, and he could not be happier to see her flourish in the face of so much adversity. "I think it's wonderful," he admitted, watching sparks of electricity crackle along the metal's face. It was beautiful, immaculate, crafted into a seamless defense, and Roland knew she would wield it with triumph. He eyed the pair that stood before him, Imogen its trusted protector and Lena its adept handler, and grinned, unable to hold back his delight. "You two will be a force to be reckoned with. I'm glad it's in your hands." He had forgotten their bargain in the wake of such a reveal, but the Songbird wasted not a moment in reminding him, turning her expectations to him without skipping a beat. Roland huffed out a laugh, shaking his head. "I'm afraid it won't match up to this," he warned with a smirk. "Rikyn has been holding patrols in search of Kaos, or any evidence we can find that might give us more information about him. We went to the Endless Blue to scour the beach for any traces of his presence..." The smile faded from his lips as he recalled the sudden, blinding flash of light, the sharp edge of fins as predators circled through the shallow waters. "There was strange magic at play, though we never found the source of it." He was still attempting to wrap his head around the new developments, but could not ignore the concern that lingered in the back of his mind. As much as he admired the new shield Lena carried, he would prefer it if she did not find herself in need of it so soon. He had no idea what this self proclaimed God was capable of, and the last thing he wanted was for those he cared about to find themselves within his swinging range. The thoughts would have to wait for another day. He was determined not to have darkness and fear of the unknown descend upon their quiet moment, and so he delved away from the thought with a soft smile, reaching out to brush his muzzle across Lena's cheek. There was a glint of mischief in his eyes as he withdrew to look at her. "Now, the story of how I obtained that flower is far more interesting, but I think it will have to wait for another time." @Lena |
