From being an Abandoned who had rarely left the Hollowed Grounds, to embracing the call of adventure, to dying and being reborn first as an Ascended and then as an Ancient, Maea has gone through quite the amount of changes in her life. One thing remains common, though, in her attempts to find out just where she belongs; she’s always had a craving for knowledge which has brought her to so many places and to meet so many people here in Caido. We can’t wait to see what else is in store for her!
Congratulations, Maea!
Credits
Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
Skinning and hosting by the epically talented Kaons, and functionality fanciness by the coding magic of Neowulf. If you ever see either of them around, make sure to show them some love!
Eryx stood near the city gates, on the inside of course, and looked up at the tall walls that surrounded the equally tall gates. He had only been in Stormbreak, in Caido, for about six months and he had never left the borders of Stormbreak, had never once moved past these gates.
Lyra, his dragon, was bouncing around his feet, impatient from standing still for so long as he wondered what it was like out there. He wasn't paying attention to anyone around him and Lyra knew it too. To catch his attention she opened her mouth and a spark of electricity zapped at his fingertips.
"Ow! Lyra!" he said in surprise before laughing at the impatient creature.
hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul
The young Celestine caretaker strolled alongside the gates, pausing only here and there to inspect some multitude of plants springing up between cracks and cobblestones, pondering at their healing possibilities and potentials. Once in a while she’d crouch, snag at a portion, and place them in her customary basket on her arm, then continue meandering, distracted, and then glancing towards the sun to see how much longer she had until she was required back amongst the gardens and enclosures.
The sound of another caused her head to whip upwards, quickly, swiftly, much like that of a bird, swiveling her head back and forth, until her gaze rested on an unfamiliar soul – and a dragon.
Of course, she was much more intrigued by the latter. Standing and walking calmly, a smile emerged upon her features as she wandered closer and closer, all confidence and radiance, announcing her presence. “Hello!” Sparks of electricity shuffled their way along wide-open jaws, and she maintained her smile, even if her eyes rounded. “How strong and powerful you are,” she cooed to the beast, forgetting the poor man who was being subjected to the torment.
and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all
Eryx and Lyra's gaze turned towards the newcomer in the same instant. Her attention was on the dragon and Lyra soaked up the attention. She wasn't remotely shy and bounced towards the young woman with a playful attitude and lifted her sleek black snout towards her, breathing in her scent and curious about the basket in her arm.
Eryx smiled as he watched. The dragon was still pretty new to him but their attachment was strong and he felt more affectionately for her than he thought he would, even if she zapped him on occasion. "Her name is Lyra," he told the woman with a soft smile and otherwise not interrupting the interaction between the beautiful woman and the small dragon.
hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul
Most dragons Lena had met had been of similar ilk; yearning to impress, confident in their abilities, and wondrous to behold once they were coaxed and enticed. To the Caretaker, they had every reason to be amongst and amidst the former; emboldened, brave, fierce warriors, only minimized to become companions for those who required their abilities. Their counterparts in size were much more potent and dangerous, but it never erased their beauty, grace, and prowess.
That Lena was lost in this moment of awe wasn’t surprising, barely blinking away from the obsidian snout, digging into her basket to a ready supply of treats. She layered them along her open palm, lifting her hand in extension, waiting for a semblance of reaction amidst her calm.
When the man spoke, she vaguely tilted her head, but never took her eyes off the dragon. “Lyra, I’m very pleased to meet you. I’m Lena.” An arch of a brow, and still her focus remained upon leathery wings and sleek, Stygian forms. “And who are you, good sir?”
and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all
Lyra moved forward with confidence and eagerness to accepted the offered treats from the woman's hand, her muzzle brushing against Lena's palm and her tongue dipping out to eat from it. A soft, almost purring noise rumbled in her chest.
Eryx watched with a smile and rested his hand on his cocked hip. He was impressed with how the woman so easily befriended the dragon. It had taken Eryx longer than many other dragoons to becoming bonded with a dragon but this woman, Lena he learned, was no natural with Lyra.
"I'm Eryx," he replied with a smile. "You're really good with her," he commented.
hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul
The broad smile remained intact, in place, as Lyra accepted her offerings. Not daring enough to reach out and scratch the dragon’s head yet, the woman simply stood still and listened to the purrs of contentment, the ease in which it all came to pass.
She only turned her head lightly in the man’s, now Eryx’s, direction. The compliment extended caused the grin to dimple, and she eased a little hum to match Lyra’s. “I’m the Caretaker of the Celestine. I’ve met many like her – all awe-inspiring to be sure.” The resurgence in the Dragoons she’d met lately probably should’ve alarmed her – because it likely meant war was coming – but instead the notion of more and more of the companions seemed to fill her with excitement and ease. “Have you had her long?”
and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all
