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01-22-2013, 04:31 AM
larfsalot.deviantart.com Swiftly they move, scouring the lands with a sure efficiency, three sets of eyes searching everywhere for signs of young life roaming the realm that was assumed to be a safe haven. It concerned Mirage, for a moment, that harm could potentially come upon their young ones of the herd within these lands, lands that she had secured to protect them. But then the familiar scents tingled her nostrils, and as Akaith picked up on an inky trail left behind by only one possible creature, and darted into the cave Solstice found, warbling warm welcomes and greetings as she did so. The elegant, dark form of Mirage smoothly entered soon after, bowing her crown and offering a small smile that spoke a thousand more words than she could possible think of. Happiness swallowed her, as the small, winged form of Azale became apparent, healthy and alive. The absence of Kamien, then young colt who had been dropped to their doorstep by the very God of the Earth, did cause a small frown to furrow her brows. Seer might see. The suggestion came from the little dragon, who had noticed the absence of Kamien, but also a hint of something else, something extra - and not something that was sinister or dark. "I will ask Hellena if she has seen Kamien." The WeyrLeader said softly, kindly, a smile curling her lips as she lowered her tiara to greet the young mistress they had just scoured the land searching for. A light sheen of sweat coated Mirage's hide, and her sides moved with a bit more rapidity to make up for the accelerated breathing rate. She offered her plush muzzle to the filly, before turning her gaze to view the reformed body of Ink, crown nodding deeply in thanks to her new Spectre. He had proven himself again and again worthy of her trust, and she did long to communicate with him better, to understand how he worked. She was fascinated by him, by the ways which he had adapted to present his point, and as always, she was thirsty for more knowledge. A small sigh, and the mare turned to give the little family some privacy, standing with a relaxed air at the cave entrance, keeping guard.  |
