May 23, 2018
@thestarcaller
There is a gentle pull of fabric, a tug on Shadow’s sleeve and a pair of green eyes gaze up at the greater spirit. He looks as though he wants to ask something, but he doesn’t utter a word.
tug. tug.
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@thestarcaller
There is a gentle pull of fabric, a tug on Shadow’s sleeve and a pair of green eyes gaze up at the greater spirit. He looks as though he wants to ask something, but he doesn’t utter a word.
tug. tug.
@thestarcaller liked for a lil dragon girl!
“Pretty...” Eyes glimmering as she spotted a butterfly flying around, and she abandoned her exploration of the town so that she could follow it around. It’s fine as long as she stayed in the town, right? Right. Papa won’t mind her playing around for a bit.
At least, that was until she ended up following the butterfly outside of town, so fixated on the little insect that she didn’t pay any attention to where she was going. And bumped into someone.
Whoops.
(closed starter for @thestarcaller / @valliteborne)
The stone tiles beneath Legault’s feet were an unusual shade of pink blush, tinted further with the waning sun and interspersed with low, pale green moss between them. The camp that sprawled out ahead of him was tidy and lightly populated. He could hear the sound of metal ringing on metal somewhere in the distance. If there was anyone on watch, they had not noticed him, although he could likely thank his cloak for that. It melded him into the lowering dusk like a shadow.
All in all, it was a far cry from the dark corner of the sawdust-coated tavern Legault had been sitting in a few minutes before. Had he fallen asleep at his dinner? After slipping more deeply into the camp to investigate, this proposition seemed unlikely, but he pinched the inside of his arm anyway, and winced. No, if this was a dream, it was one he wouldn’t wake from so easily.
A pale young woman strode into his field of view. In frost-white armor and a sea-blue cloak, she seemed to glide along the path like the first snowflake of winter. He had only seconds to choose between greeting her or vanishing back into the shadows before she would espy him.
“Evening, milady,” he called, pitched at a volume that would reach only her ears. “Pleasant night for a stroll?”