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06-23-2013, 02:06 AM
Racing hooves and fleet wings faltered only briefly when the darkness was broken by strange firefly lights hanging in the mists that now hung from the trees instead of cloaking the ground. Well that's new. A brief, distracted thought as the phenomenom was filed away for later study, along with the lighted trees that glowed intermittently along paths and walkways. They were unimporant now, in the wake of the knowledge of... there!
A cry, voiced in a familiar tone, veered the Wild Rose's path. Her ears swept forward as she picked up the notes of uncertainty, fear. Her path was guided by the dark, flitting form of her dragon, dodging darkened trees. What did at last make them slow was the sudden blossoming of fire ahead, too great to be the campfires that dotted the herdland. "Israfel!" Relief and a tendril of jealousy warred within her. Relief that her child seemed well, jealousy that her fires functioned while her mother's magic was stripped away. But petty emotions served her naught, and the Wild Rose flung it away as she hurried forward.
Zaffre was there first, dancing just out of reach of the fires on the filly's wings, crooning worriedly. Then Smoke, a few heartbeats later, breaking from the clinging shadows of the strange night. "Did he come to see you?" There was no need to say who he was, not now. Concern was writ clear upon her features as she stepped closer, reaching out a white-speckled muzzle, marked by old fires, to the illuminated pale muzzle of her youngest daughter.
A cry, voiced in a familiar tone, veered the Wild Rose's path. Her ears swept forward as she picked up the notes of uncertainty, fear. Her path was guided by the dark, flitting form of her dragon, dodging darkened trees. What did at last make them slow was the sudden blossoming of fire ahead, too great to be the campfires that dotted the herdland. "Israfel!" Relief and a tendril of jealousy warred within her. Relief that her child seemed well, jealousy that her fires functioned while her mother's magic was stripped away. But petty emotions served her naught, and the Wild Rose flung it away as she hurried forward.
Zaffre was there first, dancing just out of reach of the fires on the filly's wings, crooning worriedly. Then Smoke, a few heartbeats later, breaking from the clinging shadows of the strange night. "Did he come to see you?" There was no need to say who he was, not now. Concern was writ clear upon her features as she stepped closer, reaching out a white-speckled muzzle, marked by old fires, to the illuminated pale muzzle of her youngest daughter.
