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12-24-2015, 08:15 PM
Depression and misery lived within the dragonmare, though it was not strong enough to blind her from the festivities. With hard, unblinking eyes she watched as the realm transformed, as magic and joy and beauty touched the realm. Even in her numb existence, she could allow a smile to touch her lips, a sparkle to soften her gaze, a spring to enter her step.
Never far from her cousin, the dragonmare follows her lead; Amaris had never met this turtle god before, though she had heard of his generosity and kindness from years past. But no, she had been absent those years, first stolen away from the land when the wraiths invaded, then swallowed up by disease and misfortune - this year she would be here.
This year, her gift would be her presence, everlasting, by her cousin's side.
There was a crowd, a huge swelling of others, a gathering. Everyone seemed to hold the same goal - to look to the Turtle, to give him their respect, and then -what? Await him to shower everyone with gifts?
It felt wrong.. and yet, as Amaris leaned her shoulder against her cousin's in an act of silent solidarity and security, she found herself doing the same - bowing her draconic crown, humming a soft, friendly melody of greeting, and smiling as even her spirit-dragons, green and red in hue, burst into existence and echoed their song about.
Perhaps this was what they all needed; a reminder of how to smile, to enjoy, to live again.
@Tandavi because Amaris be right by you x
Never far from her cousin, the dragonmare follows her lead; Amaris had never met this turtle god before, though she had heard of his generosity and kindness from years past. But no, she had been absent those years, first stolen away from the land when the wraiths invaded, then swallowed up by disease and misfortune - this year she would be here.
This year, her gift would be her presence, everlasting, by her cousin's side.
There was a crowd, a huge swelling of others, a gathering. Everyone seemed to hold the same goal - to look to the Turtle, to give him their respect, and then -what? Await him to shower everyone with gifts?
It felt wrong.. and yet, as Amaris leaned her shoulder against her cousin's in an act of silent solidarity and security, she found herself doing the same - bowing her draconic crown, humming a soft, friendly melody of greeting, and smiling as even her spirit-dragons, green and red in hue, burst into existence and echoed their song about.
Perhaps this was what they all needed; a reminder of how to smile, to enjoy, to live again.
@Tandavi because Amaris be right by you x
Daniel Schiersner @ flickr & larfsalot @ deviantart
No need to mirror my post length - I have a horrible case of the rambly writer syndrome!
I like being tagged!
You are always welcome to 'try' and use force/magic on Amaris, but similar to spar posts, leave it to me to decide how the damage is taken please~
