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01-02-2017, 06:04 AM
can you hear the sabers rattling
Her children will be the death of her. Or at least give her more grey hairs than she'd like for her age. She'd been roused by the sound of his necklace as it patted against his chest, an ear half-turned toward him as he explained he'd heard Kisamoa and wanted to go investigate. That'd gotten her up sharpish, after she'd made sure a mare would be on hand to care for Jude, she'd followed her more adventurous son with an exasperated look on her face.
If he'd sit still for one night, she just might keel over in shock. Just for one night, her comment aimed toward Astreus, I'd never ask for anything again. The vulture uttered a shrill click, as close to a laugh he'd ever get.
Blue and gold eyes landed on the form of Kisamoa, and found herself caught between that usual sense of curiousity and unease. Her mind still lingered on the rift battles, the one she'd fought in and then the ones she'd heard cruel tales of. It seemed though that this Sea entity wished to do some good, and restore a part of Helovia long left to fester. Nephele found honor within that, but still, that small part of her whispered that to what end did he want to restore it. No one simply did things like this without a motive.
After she'd struggled and slipped through the crowds, she stood next to her son, a wing extended over him to keep him close to her side. Her antlered head tilted in order to keep an eye on him and an eye on everyone else. Her bonded swooped in to land, his talons audibly clicked against her crown, careful to not disturb the intricate decoration strung between them.
Talk Talk Talk
damned if i didn't
demand that they sing
demand that they sing
“She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful: something to be admired from a distance, not up close.”
― Terry Pratchett
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