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07-09-2012, 07:07 PM
The queenly gold followed the dragon-horse with relative ease, the contraption carrying the stones was odd and a bit cumbersome, but she was also a strong dragon and managed well enough in completing her promise to the steed. Mirage remained at the entrance to the Vein, her golden eyes watching as the figures crept away from her, her mind within Akaith’s always – a touch of concern marred her otherwise clear façade.
The dragon unloaded her cargo, and watched as the Sun God made his usual abrupt appearance, and began working almost immediately. With some shock the dragon watched as Vikram’s jaws were forced open and the lava stones were shoved unceremoniously down his oesophagus, and she could see the effects the excruciating process would be having upon the bronze steed. Without even thinking the gold’s mind extended to him, grasping a hold of his consciousness, steering it towards her own; towards Mirage’s.
Focus on us. We are here. Think of nothing else.
The chant was repeated by the femme’s, as they struggled to hold onto Vikram’s attention. The power of the mind was an enormous entity, and only the fact that their friendship had grown quite close recently was this even possible to achieve by the capable golden one. The queen was ancient among her own kind, she knew the ways in which telepathy could be used, though she only exercised its capabilities with Mirage more often, and then outreached to those she cared about when she deemed it a necessary action. This certainly was one of those times that called for such necessities.
Vikram! Stay with us. Come down the Veins, Vikram. Come to me.
The mare was frantic at the base, but she dare not enter the sacred lands when she knew that the Sun God still walked at the ridge. Her melodic song rang out, hoping to appeal to the dragon-steed’s ears just as Akaith’s mental song constantly thrummed within his crown.
Come.
The dragon unloaded her cargo, and watched as the Sun God made his usual abrupt appearance, and began working almost immediately. With some shock the dragon watched as Vikram’s jaws were forced open and the lava stones were shoved unceremoniously down his oesophagus, and she could see the effects the excruciating process would be having upon the bronze steed. Without even thinking the gold’s mind extended to him, grasping a hold of his consciousness, steering it towards her own; towards Mirage’s.
Focus on us. We are here. Think of nothing else.
The chant was repeated by the femme’s, as they struggled to hold onto Vikram’s attention. The power of the mind was an enormous entity, and only the fact that their friendship had grown quite close recently was this even possible to achieve by the capable golden one. The queen was ancient among her own kind, she knew the ways in which telepathy could be used, though she only exercised its capabilities with Mirage more often, and then outreached to those she cared about when she deemed it a necessary action. This certainly was one of those times that called for such necessities.
Vikram! Stay with us. Come down the Veins, Vikram. Come to me.
The mare was frantic at the base, but she dare not enter the sacred lands when she knew that the Sun God still walked at the ridge. Her melodic song rang out, hoping to appeal to the dragon-steed’s ears just as Akaith’s mental song constantly thrummed within his crown.
Come.
