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08-04-2014, 01:03 PM
L a c e Här kommer kung av sand Silverthorn The smile widens when she introduce herself, and once again he bows courteously - like the true knight he was raised to be. "A true pleasure, Dröm - I'm happy to tell that I've been in the Hidden Falls once, and it is truly a remarkable place. Suitable as dwelling for one of your beauty, do doubt." There was a twinkle of laughter in the depths of his eyes as he said it, a soft bite of self-irony that made the phrases slightly less pompous than they might sound. As he straighten up to stand tall and regal before her once more he shake the head reassuringly; her worry is appreciated, but unnecessary. "Not at all, miss. I am a fast runner, and with Fajira to watch my back I have little to fear. And even if it had managed to get to me, I heal quickly." He shrug and leave it at that, leaving slender muscles to ripple and swell beneath the smooth silver of his skin. The branches of the black tree that had once been branded into the left shoulder almost seem to sway in an invisible breeze; the gold, however, seem somewhat dull and faded in the gray light of the day. "Still, it's nice to finally have some rain, don't you think?" he chatter on conversationally, stepping aside somewhat so that he won't splatter her in water as he shake it out of his coat. "I've been staying at the Throat lately; I have to say that the heat does get tedious after a while. I look forward to Orangemoon and some cooler weather." The dragon chattered in agreement, having made a perch on the thin balustrade that separated the rotunda from the rest of the glen. Balancing deftly with the tail hanging in over the rail she looks much like a scaly cat, the thin membraned wings tucked tightly against the sides. Fajira never much liked the rain; being a creature of light and fire she preferred the blazing heat at the peak of summer or the dazzling white of the world as it became covered in snow. Even though the rain cleaned her scaled and made them shimmer and gleam like opals in the soft light, she would be happier when the skies cleared. Här kommer kungen av ingenting alls  |
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