Silver on white.
That was the color of the sky above the path to the portal, white snow falling from grey clouds onto silver wings as the dragon glided low through the flurries, tired wingbeats speeding his travel home. More supplies had been left for the Grounders, laboriously hauled to the Citadel, checked by the guards, and placed in the rooms that would house the refugees. One last attempt to see his people through the winter before the snows closed the pass to most travel. Raven wings would have been more subtle, but not nearly as warm as the silver scales that covered him from slender nose to feathered tail, warding off the unnatural chill of Halo's late autumn.
It was because he was tired that he didn't see the shape below, folding feather-scaled wings in a lazy dive to walk the rest of the way on foot. He landed on three limbs, the fourth curled around a pale blue stone that he clutched with care, his thoughts on the masked god and the task set before him. Only as the snow flurried up around him did he recognize the distinctly human bundle of coats and layers nearby and he froze, uncertain whether the poor man would attempt to fight or flee. Terribly sorry, I don't suppose you can hear me? he sent through the Attuned bond in an attempt to reassure the stranger, however belatedly.
That was the color of the sky above the path to the portal, white snow falling from grey clouds onto silver wings as the dragon glided low through the flurries, tired wingbeats speeding his travel home. More supplies had been left for the Grounders, laboriously hauled to the Citadel, checked by the guards, and placed in the rooms that would house the refugees. One last attempt to see his people through the winter before the snows closed the pass to most travel. Raven wings would have been more subtle, but not nearly as warm as the silver scales that covered him from slender nose to feathered tail, warding off the unnatural chill of Halo's late autumn.
It was because he was tired that he didn't see the shape below, folding feather-scaled wings in a lazy dive to walk the rest of the way on foot. He landed on three limbs, the fourth curled around a pale blue stone that he clutched with care, his thoughts on the masked god and the task set before him. Only as the snow flurried up around him did he recognize the distinctly human bundle of coats and layers nearby and he froze, uncertain whether the poor man would attempt to fight or flee. Terribly sorry, I don't suppose you can hear me? he sent through the Attuned bond in an attempt to reassure the stranger, however belatedly.
