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Spring was finally coming to the land and with it a looming darkness. Heart tightened when a black sun arose from the hills, his eyes glanced at it with fearful wondering. Wings had closed over Cera protectively, but he couldn’t shield the child permanently. Gaze turned to the unhatched ivory that lay close by in the makeshift cradle he had fashioned from day one. Something…felt wrong. Rising with quick shakes Midas turned toward the Vein, and the hovel of his lord. The promised day had come, today was his day to return and see the weight of collar lifted. Joy should have filled his chest, but—half dread came instead. Something was amiss. Land fell beneath him; powerful beats led the beast on. Each thrust more earnest than the next, soon the familiar territory of his childhood and adult comfort came into sight. Its darkened colors and haunting beauty usually a blanket of safety and knowledge, today that blanket felt thin and unwashed. His love and faith was as strong as wind and sky—it was only the fear of unknown that caused trembling in a mortal heart. Gliding to a halt, hooves stirred up dust in landings wake. Honeyed orbs finding the threshold of his lord’s mantle as limbs closed distance between. He hadn’t come to this place during Frostfall all that much, instead choosing Heavenly field or Thistle meadow to commence in prayer and meditation. Now that he was here, brow touched the cool stonework of his lord like child rubbing against beloved parent. OOC: Midas is just returning to get his armor lightened and easier to remove. |
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