once upon a time we burned bright

[OPEN] once upon a time we burned bright

Roland Posts: 230

Aurora Basin Phantom atk: 7.5 | def: 10 | dam: 2.5

Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16 hh :: 8 yrs HP: 60.0 | Buff: NOVICE

Glo

11-20-2014, 01:37 AM

Ever since the Aurora Basin had held their festival, the Thief had made a temporary home out of the island in the clouds. Leaving its dubious promise of sanctuary was unnerving, and once they had descended Roland could feel the increased pressure digging talons into his skull.

Their search had taken them to a familiar shoreline, thin shards of light rippling off the edge of every white-foamed wave, the glassy crunch of sea shells beneath his hooves punctuating the rhythmic beat of water upon sand. The silence should have been disconcerting; it crowded and clamored around them in every shadow, in the space between every muffled footfall and the crash of waves as they leapt towards the shore, as if stretching for something that was always out of reach; the Time Mender was tense and reticent at his side, a fragmented shell of her usual self. There was no laughter or song to break the monotonous quiet, but for once it seemed oddly peaceful. Roland wondered if Lena had brought them to the ocean by fault, or if it had been chosen because of its abundance of fire repellent. He knew that there was a chance it would be required, but hoped things would not escalate to the point where it was needed.

The ocean had never been a popular haunt of his. Standing upon the shore with salty waves lapping at his feet only brought an uneasiness upon him. He had known his concerns to be well founded when he had last stood upon that very shore, interrupted by a strange creature that had, thankfully, done him no harm besides subjecting him to the sharpness of its tongue. But he had always suspected the sea could hold unconventional things. There was no telling what it might harbor now, with a sickly darkness sweeping over the lands once more.

The Thief should have been afraid. He usually was of these things, boasting little courage in the face of the unknown or uncontrolled. But for once- for now- he was not. With his attention so deftly focused upon the labyrinthine path before them, he had forgotten to be afraid. And it was liberating, to feel instead the smallest spark of courage; though, there was no doubt that the mare at his side was far braver than he. Roland spared another glance in her direction, reluctant to press at a matter that was perhaps better left unmentioned. But he could not help but break the silence for at least a moment, to breach the disconnect between them. "Are you alright?" He murmured, always reluctant to raise his voice when unquestionable dangers lurked around every bend. He was not eager to find what they sought, but with Lena's tenacity he was certain they would be upon a solution soon enough.

@[Lena] @[Gaucho]

Push your luck if it makes you a promise
that turns con men honest.

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