The Pinnacle
07-22-2018, 05:50 PM
If you'll be my star, I'll be your sky
You can hide underneath me and come out at night
You can hide underneath me and come out at night
She was late, though for what, the shaman had no idea.
Arriving in the blue glow of the Pinnacle, it warms her heart to see so many gathered around the Protector. Upon her first visit to the elder, he seemed lonely and reserved. The painted girl was certain that few bothered to visit the old guardian, for he acted delighted to throw riddles at her small cluster of companions, and laughed heartily as he did so.
Now, her eyes twinkle as they gather in all the faces - familiar and unfamiliar - which flocked to his small haven of dry, warm land amid the freezing tapestry of the Rift. She remembers the curious work of the Matriarch to create a winter wonderland in the middle of summer. Many of the natives here held unbelievable power, and the Protector was no exception.
She lands upon the dry and temperate patch of the world, remaining on the outskirts of the large crowd. She makes no attempt at conversation or small talk. The shy girl had also kept away from large crowds, so today would be no exception. She makes her way carefully toward the blue glow of the Protector, sidling up next to the old guardian.
A wane smile forms on her lips.
"Sorry I am late," she says quietly, barely audible over the chatter all around them.
""
Arriving in the blue glow of the Pinnacle, it warms her heart to see so many gathered around the Protector. Upon her first visit to the elder, he seemed lonely and reserved. The painted girl was certain that few bothered to visit the old guardian, for he acted delighted to throw riddles at her small cluster of companions, and laughed heartily as he did so.
Now, her eyes twinkle as they gather in all the faces - familiar and unfamiliar - which flocked to his small haven of dry, warm land amid the freezing tapestry of the Rift. She remembers the curious work of the Matriarch to create a winter wonderland in the middle of summer. Many of the natives here held unbelievable power, and the Protector was no exception.
She lands upon the dry and temperate patch of the world, remaining on the outskirts of the large crowd. She makes no attempt at conversation or small talk. The shy girl had also kept away from large crowds, so today would be no exception. She makes her way carefully toward the blue glow of the Protector, sidling up next to the old guardian.
A wane smile forms on her lips.
"Sorry I am late," she says quietly, barely audible over the chatter all around them.
""
When I turn jet black, and you show off your light
I live to let you shine
I live to let you shine
Taivas
[ ooc - random enchanted item please. <3
Mutations are fine. ]
