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06-22-2012, 03:32 PM
They had traveled from the firey heights of the Veins of the Gods, only to have their path directed back to one of the places that had been necessary to visit on this round about path toward the acquisition of magic. It still weighed on the stallion's mind, how the simple words of a god did not directly translate into the tasks that were given. Dig up gems indeed! It wouldn't be easy to dig up lava stones from the sea floor unless low tide and those stones coincided. Doubtful. That would be too easy, a matter of waiting and finding the right location.
Yet there had been a name dropped, that of a dragon who dwelt in the oceans. Somehow, thought Vikram as he paced over soft sands and toward the lapping waves, he doubted this would be another small dragon of the sort that bonded with equines. No, he suspected this individual to be something more similar to his mother or her mate, great and terrible in size.
Golden eyes gazed past the white-topped breakers that rolled in to wash over dune and stone, foaming over scoured shores to wash up the small treasure of the sea for some little while before greedily sucking them back into the depths again. Without hesitation he waded out, knee and hock deep, allowing the salty water to roil around his legs and dampen chest and barrel and wings. His long tail was lifted above the grasping waves, but its tasseled tip was quickly growing lank with moisture.
"I ask to speak with Jörmungandr, dragon of the sea, should it so suit his fancy to speak with such as I." His deep voice rang out, louder than the rushing rumble of the waves.
Yet there had been a name dropped, that of a dragon who dwelt in the oceans. Somehow, thought Vikram as he paced over soft sands and toward the lapping waves, he doubted this would be another small dragon of the sort that bonded with equines. No, he suspected this individual to be something more similar to his mother or her mate, great and terrible in size.
Golden eyes gazed past the white-topped breakers that rolled in to wash over dune and stone, foaming over scoured shores to wash up the small treasure of the sea for some little while before greedily sucking them back into the depths again. Without hesitation he waded out, knee and hock deep, allowing the salty water to roil around his legs and dampen chest and barrel and wings. His long tail was lifted above the grasping waves, but its tasseled tip was quickly growing lank with moisture.
"I ask to speak with Jörmungandr, dragon of the sea, should it so suit his fancy to speak with such as I." His deep voice rang out, louder than the rushing rumble of the waves.
