Posted by mírë on September 12, 2008, 2:39 pm, in reply to "i'm dying to feel this; thread"
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There is a call which drives her from the glade, one that she has not heard in a certain duration of time, and so she smiles. It is when my storm mare comes the earth becomes quiet, her mismatches eyes glimpsing over him as he stands before an apprentice like herself. She chuckles, however she cannot stay long; for it is the presence of relics which frenzies her shard. Even a distance away she can sense Wyvern and Hypatia; her hip burning and her mind rattled by the screams of her new found power. She clears her throat, idly moving to him and standing just in front of him and nest to a large flowering bush. She smiles weakly before growing sober, her body shifting. “Yes, Marshall?” she asks him dutifully and respectfully, her pale eyes watching. She can feel the sordid power of the elements upon him, and yet it intrigued her, the scent of Andarin and Solira, and she chuckles. “Ah, you finished.” She nods her head, taking a gentle approach to her position. “Tell me, are the wolves much different from your ocean?” she is simple, and yet so far from it.
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