| Dragon's Throat Soldier |
| Mare :: Pegasus :: 14.4 :: 4 |
| FennecFyre |
Aryel
I'm through accepting limits / 'cause someone says they're so.
Aryel waited until they were all in the air before speaking again. "Scout?" she mused, beating her wings. "Maybe. But to be honest, I think the front lines or protecting the herd citizens would be the best place for me." She didn't simply have a desire to fight others, but the idea of being somebody who stood up for those unable to defend themselves, who kept the cruel and the merciless and bay, gave her a thrill. She recalled something. "You've been promoted to soldier, haven't you?" she asked. "Heard it down the herd gossip chain they were taking on new warriors. Congrats." she said with a smile. Levi was a little bullheaded, but hey, he was a guy. And besides, he had a good heart, and that was what counted.
She noted what Lena had said, relieved to hear that there was no danger of fighting a pyromancer, then tilted her wings and soared in the direction of the river.
The river, which sometimes dwindled to a trickle during the dry season, was no swollen with icemelt, which was present even in their cold land. The Throat was a place of change, she was learning. You had to know how to bend and adapt here as food and water levels dropped and rose. She went in for a landing, flaring her wings at the last moment to drop to the ground. She trotted to the river's pebbled shore, and dipped her head to drink. A little sandy, but fresh and clean, tasting almost of snow.
"blah blah blah."
Some things I cannot change / but until I try I'll never know.
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Thanks for the good times, and no hard feelings for the bad times.
Vicer and Aryel's new threads never happened.
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