Jul 26, 2018
@danceofthewind from here
{ ༄ } “Really. I bear you no ill-intentions, Itsumade.” He said with a smile. A gentle breeze swirled around them, softly stirring her feathers with a familiar comfort to any bird. After all, over the years the former wind god had often sheltered many a wayward wing in his protective winds, so he hoped she would not feel ill-at-ease with him nearby. Even his dragon exuded an air of calm, contentedly resting its head upon it’s master’s shoulder.
“Beings such as I hold no feelings of greed toward your folk’s golden feathers. You need not fear.”
