Maea
Beware the darkness of dragons,
Beware the stalker of dreams,
Beware the stalker of dreams,
Her world was beautiful from above. What amounted to an overbaked cupcake with a charcoal crust from below turned spectacular when seen from high above. The winding rivers and lakes of lava glowed against the dark rock, and from the many active volcanoes, fireworks in the form of eruptions could be seen flaring and disappating through the haze.
Coasting lazily on the updraft provided by superheated thermals, a dragon circled one rising plume of ash. Drawn in by the colorful flashes of lightning it created, she played tag with the discharges and dreamed of commanding them one day. What pleasure it would bring her to carry lightning in the palm of her hand again. What interest it could add to her experiments with glass - to let go entirely the element of control that she craved yet needed to step away from.
Inspired, she abandoned her flight and lowered down through the smoke and ash towards the Crust. Finding sand specifically would be difficult in this part of the island, but there was no shortage of rocks to test her breath upon. Swooping down low over a cooling trickle of magma, she didn't notice the girl seated by its banks, and plunged unceremoniously into it when she landed; with the result that a verita le flash flood of the dense materia came surging downstream.
Coasting lazily on the updraft provided by superheated thermals, a dragon circled one rising plume of ash. Drawn in by the colorful flashes of lightning it created, she played tag with the discharges and dreamed of commanding them one day. What pleasure it would bring her to carry lightning in the palm of her hand again. What interest it could add to her experiments with glass - to let go entirely the element of control that she craved yet needed to step away from.
Inspired, she abandoned her flight and lowered down through the smoke and ash towards the Crust. Finding sand specifically would be difficult in this part of the island, but there was no shortage of rocks to test her breath upon. Swooping down low over a cooling trickle of magma, she didn't notice the girl seated by its banks, and plunged unceremoniously into it when she landed; with the result that a verita le flash flood of the dense materia came surging downstream.
Beware the talons of power and fire,
Beware one who is not what she seems.
Beware one who is not what she seems.
