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07-20-2012, 06:11 PM
His eyes were cautious as he watched her, and she smiled ruefully. It made her wonder what could have happened to so many who crossed the borders of the Threshold that so many were wary of strangers. So many were hurt, inside or outside. It had been two seasons since she herself had crossed through here the first time. Two seasons since she too had walked these paths with a hurt lingering in her heart. Now? Now she was the one who stood in the position had Azzuen had been in then. Welcomer, helper.
It was Zaffre who noticed the odd look cast his way first, and chitters softly in amusement. That amusement was shared by his bonded, though she hid it. "This is Zaffre, my dragon. And you're in the Threshold of Helovia." Her ears twitched as she followed his glance. "One of the gods here is having... a temper tantrum. So we're in the midst of drought. But life will return here with the turning of the season and his fall from seasonal supremacy."
It was Zaffre who noticed the odd look cast his way first, and chitters softly in amusement. That amusement was shared by his bonded, though she hid it. "This is Zaffre, my dragon. And you're in the Threshold of Helovia." Her ears twitched as she followed his glance. "One of the gods here is having... a temper tantrum. So we're in the midst of drought. But life will return here with the turning of the season and his fall from seasonal supremacy."
