The Portal
this is fact not fiction, should have held them in your lungs.
the words I said are spinning, reeling; your wide-eyed dreams weigh a ton.
the words I said are spinning, reeling; your wide-eyed dreams weigh a ton.
They call me Roscorro.
Because of how he said it, Taivas nearly asked if he had some other name he preferred, instead of what other chose to call him. Grandfather had been called Mooneater more often than his real name back home. Her musings remain silent, and she simply nods in return to his pleasantries. Despite knowing the so-called "proper" responses, the silver girl had never cared much for talking. Many used their words to lie or flatter others, but sincerity could be felt in the silence of your company regardless of what came out of their mouths.
The dip of his figure catches her attention, but her ears flicker uncertainly. This sort of custom was not familiar to her, so she had no idea how to react. She settled on simply nodding her head low in return before idling forward.
Her dark set eyes watched him carefully from her peripherals, not quite feeling secure enough in this strange place to take her attention fully off of his movements. The care he took to keep in stride with her much smaller steps was endearing, changing her perception of his monstrous figure quickly. A gentle spirit began to shine through his strange appearance, resonating with her own soul and upbringing. The comfortable warmth of his body and easygoing personality started to lull her into a serene state. The dancing lights among the dark shadows became almost beautiful, if not for the unrelenting feeling of being watched by some other force.
Roscorro was proving to be a good distraction to the gloom and virulent atmosphere.
At first, the compliment about her glow embarrassed her. Taivas had never been called beautiful before, either implied or directly. She was always avoided by those her age due to being slightly odd; a quiet girl who preferred the company of the elders, the twinkling night sky, or the lonesome winds in the high grass. Her face betrayed nothing, though her steps did pause after his statement for a moment. "No," she said after continuing forward. The syllable cut sharply through the air, her voice growing more strength as she grew less and less afraid with the passing moments. "I am daughter to the Illuminant," she explains, though he likely would not understand who she referred to. Her mother's title aptly described her appearance, and in the context of his question should make sense regardless of withheld explanation.
"None of my kin have horns, as you do," she states rather simply, glancing sidelong at him. Taivas speaks not of his billowing smoke, scales, or claws. The girl knew of dragons, though she had never encountered one. She decided not to directly ask about his lineage, somewhat uncertain if she wanted to know the answer. "Is it common?"
""
Because of how he said it, Taivas nearly asked if he had some other name he preferred, instead of what other chose to call him. Grandfather had been called Mooneater more often than his real name back home. Her musings remain silent, and she simply nods in return to his pleasantries. Despite knowing the so-called "proper" responses, the silver girl had never cared much for talking. Many used their words to lie or flatter others, but sincerity could be felt in the silence of your company regardless of what came out of their mouths.
The dip of his figure catches her attention, but her ears flicker uncertainly. This sort of custom was not familiar to her, so she had no idea how to react. She settled on simply nodding her head low in return before idling forward.
Her dark set eyes watched him carefully from her peripherals, not quite feeling secure enough in this strange place to take her attention fully off of his movements. The care he took to keep in stride with her much smaller steps was endearing, changing her perception of his monstrous figure quickly. A gentle spirit began to shine through his strange appearance, resonating with her own soul and upbringing. The comfortable warmth of his body and easygoing personality started to lull her into a serene state. The dancing lights among the dark shadows became almost beautiful, if not for the unrelenting feeling of being watched by some other force.
Roscorro was proving to be a good distraction to the gloom and virulent atmosphere.
At first, the compliment about her glow embarrassed her. Taivas had never been called beautiful before, either implied or directly. She was always avoided by those her age due to being slightly odd; a quiet girl who preferred the company of the elders, the twinkling night sky, or the lonesome winds in the high grass. Her face betrayed nothing, though her steps did pause after his statement for a moment. "No," she said after continuing forward. The syllable cut sharply through the air, her voice growing more strength as she grew less and less afraid with the passing moments. "I am daughter to the Illuminant," she explains, though he likely would not understand who she referred to. Her mother's title aptly described her appearance, and in the context of his question should make sense regardless of withheld explanation.
"None of my kin have horns, as you do," she states rather simply, glancing sidelong at him. Taivas speaks not of his billowing smoke, scales, or claws. The girl knew of dragons, though she had never encountered one. She decided not to directly ask about his lineage, somewhat uncertain if she wanted to know the answer. "Is it common?"
""
taivas.
@Roscorro
