Rainforest Cliffs
02-18-2018, 02:06 PM
Awkward timeline. Assume x amount of hours has passed since Waker and the others departed for Halyven. xD
Slowly, the sea claims the horizon. Waves roll in, gentle, peaceful, but you don't trust them. You've seen enough storms to know what a killer she is, the ocean—wild and ferocious, never spiteful, never merciful. She's just... wild and violent, but it's nothing personal.
You're not sure what you're going to find. The Matron, yes, she's waiting for you, but the others? You look around. That... giant, sort of glowing monstrous sea-creature is still lying in the shallows. It seems very patient, but under any other circumstances, you're sure it'd have eaten you long ago. You drag your tired prey's eyes from the predator. Some colorful creatures are still running around, playing or napping. You look around for the colt you snarled at earlier. You're dog tired, but you've remembered your manners, and you want to apologize.
"Halyven's happy again," you mumble at the matron once you're closer, sighing as you drift to a halt. The waves lap against your hooves and fetlocks, soothing the ache in your legs. You tip a hind hoof up on its tip. Saving the world be damned—you need a nap, and you need it bad.
WAKER
You're tired. That's like, the only thing your world is composed of right now: tired tired tired tired. Excitement, blood loss, travels, outbursts, being washed repeatedly in the soothing waves of exploding hope—it's a surprise you haven't tripped and fallen asleep where you, hypothetically, fell. Instead, you sigh, putting one foot in front of the other. Even your wings ache, despite their lack of recent use. They just hurt from gravity, you suppose.Slowly, the sea claims the horizon. Waves roll in, gentle, peaceful, but you don't trust them. You've seen enough storms to know what a killer she is, the ocean—wild and ferocious, never spiteful, never merciful. She's just... wild and violent, but it's nothing personal.
You're not sure what you're going to find. The Matron, yes, she's waiting for you, but the others? You look around. That... giant, sort of glowing monstrous sea-creature is still lying in the shallows. It seems very patient, but under any other circumstances, you're sure it'd have eaten you long ago. You drag your tired prey's eyes from the predator. Some colorful creatures are still running around, playing or napping. You look around for the colt you snarled at earlier. You're dog tired, but you've remembered your manners, and you want to apologize.
"Halyven's happy again," you mumble at the matron once you're closer, sighing as you drift to a halt. The waves lap against your hooves and fetlocks, soothing the ache in your legs. You tip a hind hoof up on its tip. Saving the world be damned—you need a nap, and you need it bad.
