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01-12-2013, 10:06 PM
larfsalot.deviantart.com The sands shifted, the pale form of forgotten resplendence rose, and with relief Mirage saw her friend find her feet once more. The little shadow, a dark smudge next to the pale, sculpted Spanish hide of Gossamer, stood with little emotion upon her dial, though there was a gentle softness, a kindness that showed her respect and happiness for seeing the former Leader of the Foothills standing again. Akaith trilled her greetings above and beyond, aerial acrobatics giving a good show of her prowess in the skies above the gathering. A greeting was sounded as Solstice was spotted entering the beach, though before she arrived Gossamer had begun speaking, questioning the thundering wingbeats she undoubtedly felt from her position on the sand. In response, a wry smile curled the lips of the DragonHeart, as her nape bent and arced, tendrils of mane being lifted by the beachy breeze to show the thin golden lines that traced a dragon's outline down her slender nape. "Vikram is not the only dragon to walk Helovia." She said with a gentle affection, a playfulness that had been long out of use. "Much has happened, my friend." She said more quietly now, greeting Solstice with a returning nod as the golden paint arrived. Solstice had followed Mirage and the Qian because of Gossamer's defeat and disappearance; the little shadow would be a fool to think that the pale former Leader had no connections left behind. A small frown creased her brow, but it smoothed out just as swiftly, as the dark mare hoped to address the issue that was pressing down on them all, as silent as if it weren't there at all, but about as obvious as an elephant sitting in someone's living room. "Gossamer please, tell us what has happened?"  |
