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04-08-2017, 06:51 AM
'Goddess,' came the whisper, the murmur, the breezy intonation that hinted, that summoned, that requested the presence of those holding her rank, and divine beings otherwise. Golden ears pricked, hopeful, sensitive, keen to know where the sensation came from, (for it wasn't that she heard the summons so much as felt it reverberate through the mists that lingered about the lands, entwining with the forest, the trees and branches and her limbs alike). It's late, commented Dramyrth, ever the optimist as he yawned a toothy grin from his perch in the tree above his beloved.
The dragonmare moved as swiftly as her almost-completely-healed-burns allowed through the lands she was born in (but had been absent from for so long), eyes roaming over trees that were mere saplings the last time she walked these paths but now stood tall and domineering over her, their branches contributing to the canopy that allowed dapples of moonlight to fall upon the underbrush. Conversation drifted her, a conversation of academics, of philosophers; of her rankmates.
The Mountain that Knows, she had heard the name, the title, of the belle who now held the rank of Seer, and now she saw that is was the great tribrid she had met at the beach standing alongside the pegasus-who-was-a-dragon (whose name she still had not learned) who were conversing. Amaris felt a great wave of satisfaction, of joy and elation; these were creatures she respected greatly for the limited interactions she had had with them. Dramyrth offered a soft coo as greeting while his bonded uttered a low whicker that was part equine and part dragon in origin (a sound unique to herself).
"Good evening," her warm tones uttered as she made to stand on the tribrid's other side. "I'm Amaris by the way - a recently re-joined Philosopher."
The dragonmare moved as swiftly as her almost-completely-healed-burns allowed through the lands she was born in (but had been absent from for so long), eyes roaming over trees that were mere saplings the last time she walked these paths but now stood tall and domineering over her, their branches contributing to the canopy that allowed dapples of moonlight to fall upon the underbrush. Conversation drifted her, a conversation of academics, of philosophers; of her rankmates.
The Mountain that Knows, she had heard the name, the title, of the belle who now held the rank of Seer, and now she saw that is was the great tribrid she had met at the beach standing alongside the pegasus-who-was-a-dragon (whose name she still had not learned) who were conversing. Amaris felt a great wave of satisfaction, of joy and elation; these were creatures she respected greatly for the limited interactions she had had with them. Dramyrth offered a soft coo as greeting while his bonded uttered a low whicker that was part equine and part dragon in origin (a sound unique to herself).
"Good evening," her warm tones uttered as she made to stand on the tribrid's other side. "I'm Amaris by the way - a recently re-joined Philosopher."
Amaris
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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~
