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08-15-2014, 06:11 PM
A whole new world had opened up before them, with dazzling heights, magnificent grandeur, and divine opulence scattered across the horizon, as if they’d been invited and coaxed into the heavens, enticed and allured into the luminescent fronds and inquisitive islands – and though the nymph would have loved to chase after the mysteries, the beguiling, the spellbinding schemes and scenes coveting the arena, she’d be left in the dust instead of blazing a trail. She took a few moments to glance, to stare, to witness the wide kingdom spread; ensnared by the mountains (like home), the turtle leading them further, onward, to some odd, sunken pedestal, and rings, far up the peaks, gazing into ghostly, spectral denizens, reaching for Mt. Olympus and all of its wondrous castles. Others took their places, marched to the steady beat, the stream of the proposal, and quickly morphed, altered into a familiar animal (after all – didn’t they have some intertwined and lined across their own tundra, rimed paths?). A smile lifted and curled along Lena’s lips, followed by a light, singsong giggle, and though she didn’t need any encouragement, Imogen still provided a heartfelt chirp, and she proceeded to join the line of racers, altering into her new physique. Likely not recognizable (beyond the length of her infinite smile), merely marked by her usual sienna, though quite a bit thicker, and the snapping, crackling Time God feather woven into her goat pelt, she sprinted forward, hoping to avoid the layers and lacquer of magic flowing through the wind, through the atmosphere, aiming for the first set of rings. Imogen, to her credit, settled along Lena’s furry haunches, an ivory sentinel, gaze narrowing to eye the fellow opponents, biding time, hastening hours, to unleash her own intrigue and strategies; pursuing success for her bonded and beloved. Lena |
