she was powerful not because she wasn't scared,
but because she went on strongly despite her fear.
but because she went on strongly despite her fear.
When she imagined the shore, the powder was the most gentle hue of gold, almost earthen and muted, the humble star of the scene. The seaweed, the flowers of briny tides, was the profound viridity of any high summer foliage, freely floating in the chop. Adorning the softly rolling dunes was the outlandish weed that whispered so sweetly into the gusting breeze. This beach on this island fragmented all of these notions so effortlessly and speedily that it nearly gave Maerys whiplash when her eyes first witnessed it.
The sand she stood on now on this exotic archipelago was ice-white, so reflectively glistening in the sun on this heated mid-day. The water mere feet away was jewel green, too vibrant to be regarded as standard. Every aspect of the island hummed enchanting songs of danger and magic. The plants were intricate, each more probable than the next to be fatal. The heavens above her back were inconstant and irregular, scorching and clear one moment and hailing the next. Nothing felt sane about these lands, not the long bridge she took to get here, not the too-white beaches or too-green waters, not the strange horned statue, confusing notes or the evil-looking plants. Novus proved constantly to break all her perceptions of what it was; just as she began to understand the land, it threw her another curveball.
Today she and her dragon looked for something specific and special- a relic. Maerys hunted on the ground, looking beneath stones and under petals while Vradara, her pink-mottled dragon looked from the skies, her eyes trained on the tree-tops and higher places Maerys could not see. In this part of today, they found themselves on this strange beach, looking for the relic as the rest of Novus most likely did. Maerys was not certain it was a relic that needed to be found, but she had heard others whisper about it and decided that she could explore and learn about the land while looking for the relic; she could kill two birds with one stone.
The sand she stood on now on this exotic archipelago was ice-white, so reflectively glistening in the sun on this heated mid-day. The water mere feet away was jewel green, too vibrant to be regarded as standard. Every aspect of the island hummed enchanting songs of danger and magic. The plants were intricate, each more probable than the next to be fatal. The heavens above her back were inconstant and irregular, scorching and clear one moment and hailing the next. Nothing felt sane about these lands, not the long bridge she took to get here, not the too-white beaches or too-green waters, not the strange horned statue, confusing notes or the evil-looking plants. Novus proved constantly to break all her perceptions of what it was; just as she began to understand the land, it threw her another curveball.
Today she and her dragon looked for something specific and special- a relic. Maerys hunted on the ground, looking beneath stones and under petals while Vradara, her pink-mottled dragon looked from the skies, her eyes trained on the tree-tops and higher places Maerys could not see. In this part of today, they found themselves on this strange beach, looking for the relic as the rest of Novus most likely did. Maerys was not certain it was a relic that needed to be found, but she had heard others whisper about it and decided that she could explore and learn about the land while looking for the relic; she could kill two birds with one stone.
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