Life in the light

[PRIVATE] Life in the light

Lace the Silverthorn Posts: 459

Deceased atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5

Stallion :: Equine :: 15.3 hh :: 14 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE

Fajira :: Plain White Dragon :: Fire Breath Chan

10-05-2013, 04:40 PM

A voice called out to them, and with a laughing trill of mock fright the little white dragon turned on a dime and swooped up into the air, just as Lace tried to clamp his teeth around the elusive tail. His ivories clapped shut around the air with a faint click, and as he slid to a halt in the tall grass he turned the head in the direction of the speaker. Mud-caked ears turned forward in interest the yellow eyes came to rest upon the painted dove, alert gaze quickly taking in the wings that lay folded along her sides, the colorful coat and the little bird that flitted around her, filling the air with a song that outdid "..does not!" Fajira's by far.

A smile broke out across the maw of the stallion as recognition slowly sparked his memories, and with neck arched and high knees he danced forth towards her with an elegance and poise that contrasted humorously against his indecent appearance - like a swamp monster doing the tango.

"Hello indeed" he nickered and came to a halt not far from the femme, head bobbing up and down in an energetic greeting more suited for a yearling colt than for a stallion of his age. Lace didn't feel like being dignified or honorable today though, and he quite enjoyed the silly picture he painted - although he had to admit, for a lady of such beauty as she possessed, he wouldn't have minded being presented at his best.

"Now this is a face I haven't seen in a long time. I don't know if you remember, but we've met before. You healed my leg after the Qian took up residence at the World's Edge..." He smiled kindly at the young mare, glad that his memory of her hadn't faded. While he had never been told her name, the vision of those blue eyes through the haze of pain he had been in would never disappear from his mind.

"I am Lace, of the World's Edge... and this" he said as the White came swooping down to flit around them, much too picky to land on his back when he was caked in mud like this, "is Fajira. It's a pleasure to meet you again, lady..?" He gave her a mildly questioning look, hoping against hope that he finally would receive a name to save along with the face of his saving angel.

Dim vales- and shadowy floods-
And cloudy-looking woods,
Whose forms we can't discover
For the tears that drip all over!
Huge moons there wax and wane-
Again- again- again-

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