Riptide Isles
07-30-2017, 02:32 AM
even after the darkest of nights, dawn comes again
Explore, and learn.
The dragonmare didn't feel like obeying a 'god' as wicked and cruel as Kaos, but at the same time, she was as trapped here as everyone else, and she intended on living (even if she was only coping with this transition through blatantly ignoring the swell of grief and despair that kept trying to rise up within her).
The season was apparently a damp one. Amaris and Dramyrth lingered on the ground as the rains and winds picked up. They didn't know exactly where they were - how could they, the Rift seemed to be an amalgamation of normal and abnormal, of faux safety and certain uncertainty.
There was an ocean nearby, that much the dragonmare knew. At first she thought it to be the sound of the waves in the storm pounding against the rocky bases of the Isles, but as the storm went on, she learned it was something else entirely.
Forced to the skies, dodging the spouts of water that rose with her, she struggled with her dragonic wings against the winds and water that pulled her in many different directions.
But as swiftly as the wild weather forced she and her dragon into the air, it ceased, and she was left pounding her wings to hover above the scene that was unfolding below.
She was ignorant to the hippocamp who dwelled beneath the seas, and the somewhat familiar pale fae who flew nearby, her attention pulled instead to the scene that reminded her most of home than anything else had since arriving in this strange land.
It looks like a dawn, she commented, though her bonded did not respond, did not indicate whether he heard - evidently their bond was still mostly silent.
The brightness hurt her eyes, but she stared at it anyway, unable to stifle the hope that rose within her - could this be a portal like the one that had carried them here, a portal back to the realm of Helovia, to the familiar world, to home?
Even though she knew it could never be true, she knew it wasn't impossible, she could not honestly deny that she hoped anyway.
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