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01-14-2013, 12:13 PM
So frantic she had been, that Solstice did not even notice Mirage and Akaith arriving behind her. The voice of the Weyrleader almost startled the painted mare. She turned around quickly, ears flipped forward listening to what she had to say. The ebon mare's gaze caught Solstice's and held it as she spoke just what the young mother needed to hear. Someone that could help, that knew another place to look that she had not thought of before. Without any other words the tobanio painted mare followed Mirage, hearing the comforting sound of Akaith up above them. Surely the golden dragoness was looking for the young ones from above.
The closer they got to the caves, the strong the scent of her daughter grew... But not her adopted son. Where was Kamien? Had the God of the Earth taken him back? She would go to the God soon and seek him out for advice. Maybe Kamien had decided he could handle himself... No surely he was just out wondering. Each time they came near a cave, the painted mother entered in and looked for the little ones. Each time no sign of either of them. Hazel eyes looked to Mirage filled with worry. It was they entered the last camp Solstice relaxed. Curled up near one of the fires, was a small pale and double winged form with rose gold markings. With relief the mother moved forward crying happily "Azale! My baby girl! You're safe!" She nuzzled against the little one, tucking her legs down.
The closer they got to the caves, the strong the scent of her daughter grew... But not her adopted son. Where was Kamien? Had the God of the Earth taken him back? She would go to the God soon and seek him out for advice. Maybe Kamien had decided he could handle himself... No surely he was just out wondering. Each time they came near a cave, the painted mother entered in and looked for the little ones. Each time no sign of either of them. Hazel eyes looked to Mirage filled with worry. It was they entered the last camp Solstice relaxed. Curled up near one of the fires, was a small pale and double winged form with rose gold markings. With relief the mother moved forward crying happily "Azale! My baby girl! You're safe!" She nuzzled against the little one, tucking her legs down.
