azrael
The tree looked different in darkness. In the moonlight, a thousand stars glowed against the dark panes of glass. What would be color in the daylight was muted now, but no less beautiful. The glass was cold to the touch, and Azrael’s lips traveled over each piece, as if he could feel the soul of the magic within them. He wondered if he’d seen this place before in a dream – but couldn’t be sure… for the magic was far too grand to be something he’d imagined. Believing it to be a sign from the gods, the Magician has to wonder what it means.
In the daylight, crowds had been gathered around the gemstone monument, but now it stands abandoned with no one but the stallion and his owl to look upon it. Noctua stands on a leather harness which Azrael fashioned for her, blinking slowly at the sight, taking it in with eyes which were far more accustomed to the night than his. Though she was still injured, her wing was healing now, and she’d grown quite adept at standing atop her rescuer for protection. Where he led, she had followed – to lands as grand and vast as the night sky.
She shivers quietly in the moonlight, knowing that this was not a thing of nature, respecting the strange magic even as she failed to understand it. It could be dangerous… Her voice echoes in Azrael’s mind, as he sighs and pulls himself back a bit, harnessing his curiosity as he nods slowly to her words. She was right – after all, the stallion knew that magic could be both beautiful and dark… but it didn’t feel dark. Still, the stargazer takes caution as he stands beneath it’s metallic leaves, listening to the autumn wind caress them for a while, before deciding to return to his mountain home, left to wonder all the while what it meant.
@Random Events
***STAFF EDIT
@azrael has been awarded +1EXP!
