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.
The merciless sun hammered down, it's one wicked heart unblinking, and the sky only assisted it with not even a tuft of cloud to moderate the rigid rays. Heat thrashed at her sunburnt flesh and coiled around her flank and limbs like a hot-blooded viper. Each step immersed into the searing powder sent a spiral of dust into the stagnant air - the particles taking on the form of glitter as the sun's rays beat down on them too.
Maerys was used to it though. She'd spent years of her adolescence ripening in Ragnarysa, a desert region, and had long ago mastered suggestions and methods that aided in her survival. She knew well which course she had come from, and though she wasn't precisely convinced what desert this was (or rather, who's), she knew how to backtrack to Delumine which was necessary when navigating the endless rolling knolls of red clay sand.
Vradara had drifted away hours ago and Maerys had not stopped her, letting the creature to fly freely wherever she desired. The dragon could effortlessly take care of herself and Maerys fretted little for the beast whose ancestry and sorcery screamed excellence, particularly in the heat of a desert. Though this left Maerys expressly unprotected, she carried her sturdy ax with her and would not be hesitant to guard herself should a predator approach.
Ahead in the distance, Maerys caught sight of another. She didn't promptly identify him from such a far distance but didn't exclude the possibility as she commenced to move nearer.
When she eventually was able to grow close enough to distinguish his features, it was bittersweet. She wasn't sure who she wanted to find, not entirely, but felt excited to meet another soul with a unique story and experience.
"Good day," she announced, a beaming smile boasted on her delicate face. "I am called Maerys."
Maerys was used to it though. She'd spent years of her adolescence ripening in Ragnarysa, a desert region, and had long ago mastered suggestions and methods that aided in her survival. She knew well which course she had come from, and though she wasn't precisely convinced what desert this was (or rather, who's), she knew how to backtrack to Delumine which was necessary when navigating the endless rolling knolls of red clay sand.
Vradara had drifted away hours ago and Maerys had not stopped her, letting the creature to fly freely wherever she desired. The dragon could effortlessly take care of herself and Maerys fretted little for the beast whose ancestry and sorcery screamed excellence, particularly in the heat of a desert. Though this left Maerys expressly unprotected, she carried her sturdy ax with her and would not be hesitant to guard herself should a predator approach.
Ahead in the distance, Maerys caught sight of another. She didn't promptly identify him from such a far distance but didn't exclude the possibility as she commenced to move nearer.
When she eventually was able to grow close enough to distinguish his features, it was bittersweet. She wasn't sure who she wanted to find, not entirely, but felt excited to meet another soul with a unique story and experience.
"Good day," she announced, a beaming smile boasted on her delicate face. "I am called Maerys."
M A E R Y S
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