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05-11-2013, 02:42 PM
The approach of the sun's daughter to the moon's lands did not go unheeded. A merry warble of welcome broke the air, voiced by her childhood babysitter as he rose out of the trees on wings of blue that flashed between three vastly different hues. He whirled about her once, and the warble shifted into a worried croon as the dragon picked up on his bonded's youngest child's distress. That concern rang a clarion call down the bond, alerting the grulla mare who rested on the other end.
Without hesitation she broke from what she had been doing, picking up into a swift trot even as she turned to follow the wordless call. A faster pace would have been taken, but too many trees rose up in between, and not even a mortal wound on a patient desperate for care would have warranted risking her own neck or legs to the sometimes treacherous ground.
But she knew a few shortcuts and took them, so that she was within earshot when Israfel's voice trembled out that beckoning call. Slowing to a walk, she wove between the last few trees as Zaffre settled with an anxious chirp on a low-hanging limb above them. "Israfel, my daughter. What troubles you so?" Stepping close she brushed her muzzle against her pale daughter's cheek and along the crest of her neck. The movement disturbed Smoke's mane, briefly exposing the gleaming golden mark of the Sun, her reminder of that brief encounter. As though the child they had created together was not reminder enough, and brought more pleasant memories.
Without hesitation she broke from what she had been doing, picking up into a swift trot even as she turned to follow the wordless call. A faster pace would have been taken, but too many trees rose up in between, and not even a mortal wound on a patient desperate for care would have warranted risking her own neck or legs to the sometimes treacherous ground.
But she knew a few shortcuts and took them, so that she was within earshot when Israfel's voice trembled out that beckoning call. Slowing to a walk, she wove between the last few trees as Zaffre settled with an anxious chirp on a low-hanging limb above them. "Israfel, my daughter. What troubles you so?" Stepping close she brushed her muzzle against her pale daughter's cheek and along the crest of her neck. The movement disturbed Smoke's mane, briefly exposing the gleaming golden mark of the Sun, her reminder of that brief encounter. As though the child they had created together was not reminder enough, and brought more pleasant memories.
