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08-23-2012, 02:34 PM
She follows her sister through the growing dark, chasing the sunset to the outermost edges of the world. Through meadow they wandered, and across field, gryphon and dragon keeping company even as they murmured low, enjoying the conversation as much as the journey. There was no resentment in the air, no exhaustion or talk of giving up; both knew that this venture would last until they reached their destination, discovered the true source of dark, that which the Lady spoke of. Dark legs moved in unison, the moonbeam's longer strides held close to keep pace with her smaller sister, her gaze ever moving, curiously picking out rock and hill, grass and tree.
The smell of the beach was their first indicator, and Kali chittered in excitement from her perch atop Rishima's back. She had slept for much of the journey, but now sat wide awake, eagerly straining to see the sea. This day had been more of an adventure than she had encountered before; and as Akaith flew above them she called out in response, leaping awkwardly into the air and attempting to pursue the golden dragon through the vibrant skies. The setting sun cast bright colors against her pale form, crimson and vermillion glows radiating from her as she ran through the sand, leaping into the air before falling back down, mastery of flight still hesitant in her young mind.
Rishima smiled at the young gryphon, encouraging her silently and taking delight in the struggling wingbeats, the brief snippets of true flight. With Mirage's words, though, she drew her attention away from the pair, following her sister's gaze to the falling sun. She tilts her head, pondering the idea. "Perhaps," she concurs, the words murmured into cooling air. "This is certainly the dawn of true dark, where light ends and night begins. Perhaps the source of dark is what lies beyond the horizon, where the sun does not kiss the earth and where the moon rises from her sleep."
The smell of the beach was their first indicator, and Kali chittered in excitement from her perch atop Rishima's back. She had slept for much of the journey, but now sat wide awake, eagerly straining to see the sea. This day had been more of an adventure than she had encountered before; and as Akaith flew above them she called out in response, leaping awkwardly into the air and attempting to pursue the golden dragon through the vibrant skies. The setting sun cast bright colors against her pale form, crimson and vermillion glows radiating from her as she ran through the sand, leaping into the air before falling back down, mastery of flight still hesitant in her young mind.
Rishima smiled at the young gryphon, encouraging her silently and taking delight in the struggling wingbeats, the brief snippets of true flight. With Mirage's words, though, she drew her attention away from the pair, following her sister's gaze to the falling sun. She tilts her head, pondering the idea. "Perhaps," she concurs, the words murmured into cooling air. "This is certainly the dawn of true dark, where light ends and night begins. Perhaps the source of dark is what lies beyond the horizon, where the sun does not kiss the earth and where the moon rises from her sleep."
