Uwaritace
Ruwin
Was he entirely trusting of the situation that unfolded before him? No. He had never know the Matrons to be so welcoming and warm. Let alone offering gifts to those within this world. Then again, he had never been addressed by a makeshift god and given a light that filled him with hope before. Perhaps for once he could trust that ill would not come from this experience? With mechanical wings folded uselessly at his side, the lone stallion entered the bubble and stood before the ancient tree. It had been sometime since he had ventured into these parts. Some time indeed. Eyes resting on the tree, so tenderly decorated for the festivities, Watcher hung back. He allowed K'yarie and the dragon-horse to step forward and offer their own gifts. Waiting to see if the Matron would suddenly lash out. But peace reigned within the bubble of winter.
He had to admit that it was nice to escape the infernal heat. The cool air was refreshing as it kissed his skin. Crystal blue eyes watched the world around him, reflecting the sparkling light of the snow. Gifts had been promised as a sign of gratitude, yet they were still required to present their own item to these guardians. Somehow that did not add up in his mind and he gave an incredulous smirk. Still he stood on the outskirt of the merry scene, still unwilling to approach. He remained even after the others stepped back, alive and unharmed. Did he really want to play along? Ah, what the heck. He thought with a shrug. Might as well give it a go. He knew exactly what he treasured, and that it was required for this exchange. Snow crunching underfoot, the stallion approached the eldest Matron. Reaching down he unhooked one of his precious machine from his harness. The little spider-like machine made no complaint as he presented it to the elder. He already had in mind what he wanted in return as he muttered an awkward prayer.
talk talk talk talk
He had to admit that it was nice to escape the infernal heat. The cool air was refreshing as it kissed his skin. Crystal blue eyes watched the world around him, reflecting the sparkling light of the snow. Gifts had been promised as a sign of gratitude, yet they were still required to present their own item to these guardians. Somehow that did not add up in his mind and he gave an incredulous smirk. Still he stood on the outskirt of the merry scene, still unwilling to approach. He remained even after the others stepped back, alive and unharmed. Did he really want to play along? Ah, what the heck. He thought with a shrug. Might as well give it a go. He knew exactly what he treasured, and that it was required for this exchange. Snow crunching underfoot, the stallion approached the eldest Matron. Reaching down he unhooked one of his precious machine from his harness. The little spider-like machine made no complaint as he presented it to the elder. He already had in mind what he wanted in return as he muttered an awkward prayer.
talk talk talk talk
Hiding below my shadow yet dancing above my fears
I grip sorrow's edge as you crumble to fall at my soul's tears
I have not forgotten you,
but sometimes I cannot help feeling numb
I grip sorrow's edge as you crumble to fall at my soul's tears
I have not forgotten you,
but sometimes I cannot help feeling numb
OOC:
Magic restored, no more being knocked out when he connects to his machines.
His wings restored to working order.
And a bottomless satchel.
Wind magic that, when combined with his wings, can give him flight for x amount of time/distance.
