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thebastion2015-05-02 10:48 pm
dracoleoresin) wrote in thebastion2015-05-02 10:48 pm
Entry tags:
day 304 » open » one
Who: Myrrh & anyone else!
Open: Open!
When: Day 304, late afternoon
Where: In front of the Skyway bridge and wandering about the Bastion.
What: Myrrh
Format: Action tags preferred but I'll match!
Warnings: N/A
[Dragons flying back in from the Skyway shouldn't be a new sight to anyone who's been on the Bastion for more than a day—but the silhouette this time isn't the same; smaller, more lithe than the familiar grandpadragon, and as the form comes closer it's easier to see the lack of tatters in the golden scales and wings.
Light engulfs the dragon as it descends, and the form shifts and shrinks. By the time it touches ground and the light fades, there stands instead a girl, certainly no older than twelve or so—with familiar dragon wings on her back, extended to catch her balance as she staggers forward a couple of steps.
Myrrh clutches her dragonstone tight to her chest and glances about, wild-eyed. She can't find familiarity in anyone or anything, and she doesn't know what to make of this place.
They had been so close to Renais—just another day's march and they'd be at the castle, Ephraim had told her, but she had woken up and no one was there. She followed the presence of magic here, and taken on her dragon form when the beasts chased after her—but no, this does not seem right; as little as she knows about the world outside her woods, this place looks nothing like the rest of the paths they've traveled. She knows something is wrong.
When she starts to wander, she keeps her wings pressed against her sides and her dragonstone in her white-knuckled hands. She meets no one's stares, but halts at voices, even if she isn't being spoken to. Being on her own has only brought her trouble; she can't let her guard down.]
Open: Open!
When: Day 304, late afternoon
Where: In front of the Skyway bridge and wandering about the Bastion.
What: Myrrh
Format: Action tags preferred but I'll match!
Warnings: N/A
[Dragons flying back in from the Skyway shouldn't be a new sight to anyone who's been on the Bastion for more than a day—but the silhouette this time isn't the same; smaller, more lithe than the familiar grandpadragon, and as the form comes closer it's easier to see the lack of tatters in the golden scales and wings.
Light engulfs the dragon as it descends, and the form shifts and shrinks. By the time it touches ground and the light fades, there stands instead a girl, certainly no older than twelve or so—with familiar dragon wings on her back, extended to catch her balance as she staggers forward a couple of steps.
Myrrh clutches her dragonstone tight to her chest and glances about, wild-eyed. She can't find familiarity in anyone or anything, and she doesn't know what to make of this place.
They had been so close to Renais—just another day's march and they'd be at the castle, Ephraim had told her, but she had woken up and no one was there. She followed the presence of magic here, and taken on her dragon form when the beasts chased after her—but no, this does not seem right; as little as she knows about the world outside her woods, this place looks nothing like the rest of the paths they've traveled. She knows something is wrong.
When she starts to wander, she keeps her wings pressed against her sides and her dragonstone in her white-knuckled hands. She meets no one's stares, but halts at voices, even if she isn't being spoken to. Being on her own has only brought her trouble; she can't let her guard down.]
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