Amaris
The brightest colours fill my head
A million dreams are keeping me awake
A million dreams are keeping me awake
The Blade's reasons for coming to these parts were similar to the "Fixer's", though her end goal was decidedly different to his. She had been entranced by the Sea of Glass on arrival, walking around its rim, watching her bondmate (and his reflection) fly across its surface. A soft, almost peaceful smile was touching her lips, as in that moment, she simply just existed, a girl and her dragon, exploring the expanse of snow and ice in a region about as far away from home as they could get.
She thumbed the compass in her pocket.
Amaris wasn't concerned with packing a survival kit; She was a capable hunter herself, and had a dragon bondmate besides. As for warmth, she had plenty of layers on, and a dragon who breathed fire. She also had a compass that with a simple twist could bring her home. She felt secure in her ability to stay out of trouble.
A nudge from Dramyrth brought her out of her introspection, her thoughts refocusing on him. Commotion ahead, and a familiar face - she began to run along the shoreline, soon seeing for herself what was unfolding. It was her dragon, however, who truly gave her insight into what was going on, his vantage point in the skies granting him a sense of watching ants fight and argue over anthills.
"What's going on?" The Blade asked of the "Fixer", a nod in greeting given to her fellow Order compatriot as she breathily came to a stop by his side on the shoreline. Overhead, Dramyrth flew out towards the men and woman who were walking on the ice (a shiver, not from the cold, went down Amaris' back as she recognised magic being used), and a grumble given to the eagle who made an attempt at diving towards the--
--nest?
--
Amaris stands at the shore with Falke while Dramyrth flies closer to the nest and growls at Chulane.
She thumbed the compass in her pocket.
Amaris wasn't concerned with packing a survival kit; She was a capable hunter herself, and had a dragon bondmate besides. As for warmth, she had plenty of layers on, and a dragon who breathed fire. She also had a compass that with a simple twist could bring her home. She felt secure in her ability to stay out of trouble.
A nudge from Dramyrth brought her out of her introspection, her thoughts refocusing on him. Commotion ahead, and a familiar face - she began to run along the shoreline, soon seeing for herself what was unfolding. It was her dragon, however, who truly gave her insight into what was going on, his vantage point in the skies granting him a sense of watching ants fight and argue over anthills.
"What's going on?" The Blade asked of the "Fixer", a nod in greeting given to her fellow Order compatriot as she breathily came to a stop by his side on the shoreline. Overhead, Dramyrth flew out towards the men and woman who were walking on the ice (a shiver, not from the cold, went down Amaris' back as she recognised magic being used), and a grumble given to the eagle who made an attempt at diving towards the--
--nest?
--
Amaris stands at the shore with Falke while Dramyrth flies closer to the nest and growls at Chulane.
A million dreams is all it's gonna take
A million dreams for the world we're gonna make
A million dreams for the world we're gonna make
