Inkheart
JUST LIKE FIRE, BURNING OUT THE WAY
IF I CAN LIGHT THE WORLD UP FOR
JUST ONE DAY WATCH THIS MADNESS
COLORFUL CHARADE NO ONE CAN
BE JUST LIKE ME ANYWAY
IF I CAN LIGHT THE WORLD UP FOR
JUST ONE DAY WATCH THIS MADNESS
COLORFUL CHARADE NO ONE CAN
BE JUST LIKE ME ANYWAY
Dark wings take her through the night, only the rushing of the wind running over her to create any sound at all. She flies north from Terrastella, perhaps traveling back to Solterra, perhaps not. She hasn't quite made up her mind yet, and such is the beauty of wings that she can choose whatever she likes, whenever she likes. Her dark bodice descends, closing the distance between herself and the land below so that her gold eyes might observe the flora and fauna below.
Another life form catches her attention below, climbing the mountain peak that is a part of the land known as Ruris. She slowed her flight and circled above, watching him ascend from her position above. The dove thought perhaps she would join him, and so she landed somewhere behind him, her trail crossing with his. She lowered her delicate muzzles and nares widened to take in the male scent. Unfamiliar to her, but many were. She tucked her feathered appendages in toward her body and stepped forward, slowly following the trail the lad had left.
He stops, eventually. She follows in silence, taking in his coltish appearance.. his pale coat, green and blue tinted scales decorating various parts of his body. Her silent observation is disturbed when one of her own hooves steps upon a wayward branch, and the cracking alerts the colt to her presence. He doesn't seem frightened, and is not too shy to greet her. She steps out then to where he can better view her.
Her words are soft, silky, enrapturing. For she can be so gentle and kind when the moment calls for it. She tilted her crown as she spoke to him, and the marking upon her chest illuminated the scene. "This is Veneror Peak, dear Pan." She stepped around him, one glimmering wing gesturing the crags in their surroundings. "You have wandered quite a long way, to reach the peak. I am Inkheart." She dipped her crown politely, but as she lifted her head again her gaze was critical, analyzing. The colt may have unwittingly invited a predator into his midst.
@Pan
