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what you've been missing
Arma Mountains are a surprisingly comfortable place to be sometimes, especially when one is lost to their own thoughts.
Cicatrix finds themselves lost more often than not lately, wanting to do the best they can for Denocte. Azrael had given them his position, had entrusted them, and what had they done with it but flounder? It was time to change that, and speaking to Caligo every night doesn't seem to help as much as they want. She does not answer from her perch, but perhaps she watches them, tests them.
There's a shiver down their spine, and Cicatrix draws in a breath, wings stretching with one great sweep of them. They mean to take flight, but they hear something. There's a flick of their ears underneath of the cloak, and they turn their head, wings closing and the halo casting more light over the rocky crevices of the mountain terrain around them.
It isn't a surprise that there are others around here, but they still always find themselves surprised at times that others are willing to even come near them. It isn't as if they're the most friendly .. er .. face.
Shaking their body slightly, Cicatrix instead approaches the sounds, hooves carefully kicking rocks away and finding firm purchase, scanning the area around them. It surprises them to come someone that nearly matches the night sky, and their head lifts up a little. It would have been harder to see them, if not for the golden light cast from the ever present source circling their head.
That surprise turns to something of relief however, and they breathe out, wings even loosening at their sides, revealing glimpses of the stars charted on the very membranes.
This is someone they've been seeking.
"You are Sebastien, are you not? The scholar?" Hope colors their tone, and they even seem to ruffle up from it. Feathers stand on end on the joints of their wings, content and excited, and if they had a face, they would be smiling. As it is, there is at least very little blue dripping from between sharp gilded teeth, giving a less imposing visage than usual. "I have meant to look for you. How strange, to meet you all the way out here." But they're not complaining.
Perhaps this is Caligo's way of guiding them in a direction they needed to go.
Cicatrix finds themselves lost more often than not lately, wanting to do the best they can for Denocte. Azrael had given them his position, had entrusted them, and what had they done with it but flounder? It was time to change that, and speaking to Caligo every night doesn't seem to help as much as they want. She does not answer from her perch, but perhaps she watches them, tests them.
There's a shiver down their spine, and Cicatrix draws in a breath, wings stretching with one great sweep of them. They mean to take flight, but they hear something. There's a flick of their ears underneath of the cloak, and they turn their head, wings closing and the halo casting more light over the rocky crevices of the mountain terrain around them.
It isn't a surprise that there are others around here, but they still always find themselves surprised at times that others are willing to even come near them. It isn't as if they're the most friendly .. er .. face.
Shaking their body slightly, Cicatrix instead approaches the sounds, hooves carefully kicking rocks away and finding firm purchase, scanning the area around them. It surprises them to come someone that nearly matches the night sky, and their head lifts up a little. It would have been harder to see them, if not for the golden light cast from the ever present source circling their head.
That surprise turns to something of relief however, and they breathe out, wings even loosening at their sides, revealing glimpses of the stars charted on the very membranes.
This is someone they've been seeking.
"You are Sebastien, are you not? The scholar?" Hope colors their tone, and they even seem to ruffle up from it. Feathers stand on end on the joints of their wings, content and excited, and if they had a face, they would be smiling. As it is, there is at least very little blue dripping from between sharp gilded teeth, giving a less imposing visage than usual. "I have meant to look for you. How strange, to meet you all the way out here." But they're not complaining.
Perhaps this is Caligo's way of guiding them in a direction they needed to go.
@Sebastien
