that gleam in your eyes
For now, she simply feels the need to take a walk and enjoy the night with her companion. The dark colored dragon is but a shadow in the night, flying high above her. She hides well and, if it weren't for the soft sound of flapping wings, Lu might think she's alone.
They head to the Colosseum of the Day Court, a finely crafted building the Court used for their battles and training. The ebony mare has no desire to do so, but decides to pay a visit for the sake of the vantage point. No one would likely be doing the same on this cold autumn night (or at least, so she thinks).
When she walks up the stairs, staff closely by her side, she can hear the sound of hooves clicking on stone ahead. Her ears perk as she finds the scent of woods clinging to her nose. It seems so out of place in the land of sun and sand.
After finally reaching the top, the form of another stands a few feet away. Abraxia lands beside her, her muscles tensing. She caresses the dragon's cheekbone with the tip of her wing to relax her. There is no need for battle just yet.
The stone nestled inside the top of her staff glows, showing the brilliant colors of labradorite. Spiraling around the carved wood are tendrils that glow green, clearly from some type of magic. Lucinda smiles as she approaches the stranger, her pace slow and imposing. There is a hint of a glow in her eyes as well, matching the magic of her staff.
"Well, you are certainly quite far from your forest," she says, her tone seeming judgmental. Lucinda can't tell where the man is from, but the scent of the woods is all over him. Surely he can't be from Solterra. She raises a brow as Abraxia keeps close, her long tail moving back and forth slowly like a cat ready to pounce. Perhaps the pair are both hunting and are just waiting for the right kind of prey.
@Atlaas <3"Speaking."
is so familiar a gleam
The crisp night and the moonlight welcomes Lucinda as she leaves her home in the canyon to venture out for some air. Her heart feels full and alive again now that her dragon, Abraxia, has returned to her. She can tell her creature is feeling the same way now that she's free from the chains of her abusers. Oh, how Lu wishes she could jump back to The Moors and destroy them all. She is not that powerful yet, and neither is Abraxia as she regains her strength. Some day, she vows to get revenge.For now, she simply feels the need to take a walk and enjoy the night with her companion. The dark colored dragon is but a shadow in the night, flying high above her. She hides well and, if it weren't for the soft sound of flapping wings, Lu might think she's alone.
They head to the Colosseum of the Day Court, a finely crafted building the Court used for their battles and training. The ebony mare has no desire to do so, but decides to pay a visit for the sake of the vantage point. No one would likely be doing the same on this cold autumn night (or at least, so she thinks).
When she walks up the stairs, staff closely by her side, she can hear the sound of hooves clicking on stone ahead. Her ears perk as she finds the scent of woods clinging to her nose. It seems so out of place in the land of sun and sand.
After finally reaching the top, the form of another stands a few feet away. Abraxia lands beside her, her muscles tensing. She caresses the dragon's cheekbone with the tip of her wing to relax her. There is no need for battle just yet.
The stone nestled inside the top of her staff glows, showing the brilliant colors of labradorite. Spiraling around the carved wood are tendrils that glow green, clearly from some type of magic. Lucinda smiles as she approaches the stranger, her pace slow and imposing. There is a hint of a glow in her eyes as well, matching the magic of her staff.
"Well, you are certainly quite far from your forest," she says, her tone seeming judgmental. Lucinda can't tell where the man is from, but the scent of the woods is all over him. Surely he can't be from Solterra. She raises a brow as Abraxia keeps close, her long tail moving back and forth slowly like a cat ready to pounce. Perhaps the pair are both hunting and are just waiting for the right kind of prey.
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