Who am I, that the morning star would light the way for my wandering heart?
A little while was plenty of time, and Seren was determined to make the most of it. Obediently waiting until Lena was ready, she watched how the cloud wyrms came dancing closer. They were delightful creatures, some strange mixture between dragons, weasels and some mythological serpent she had seen in passing in a book, yet completely their own beings. There was quite the number of them, and as she was asked to elaborate on the rules, Seren had to think for a bit. Most games she had played as a child were done by herself, alone and without others. This time though...
"Hm, have you played chain-tag before?" she asked, as an idea popped up. "One person begins as 'it'. When they catch someone, they link together, and both continue to pursue. The chain grows longer as more links are added, and the person who remains the longest without being captured wins." Looking around, she noticed Lena's concern about the bridges, and gagued the area between the bridge-heads. It was a flat terrace-like section, carved from the rock and fairly big. "If we keep to the area over there, no one will fall off any cliffs," she suggested with an airy laugh.
With dragons to add another dimension, this could turn into quite the interesting chase. Umbra whistled enthusiastically at the prospect of chasing both the humans and the shiny little wind-dancers; he did not much care about the rules as long as he got to fly. "Perhaps one of your friends might start as 'it'?" the raven-haired girl mused, with a dubious side-eye on her dragon.
"Hm, have you played chain-tag before?" she asked, as an idea popped up. "One person begins as 'it'. When they catch someone, they link together, and both continue to pursue. The chain grows longer as more links are added, and the person who remains the longest without being captured wins." Looking around, she noticed Lena's concern about the bridges, and gagued the area between the bridge-heads. It was a flat terrace-like section, carved from the rock and fairly big. "If we keep to the area over there, no one will fall off any cliffs," she suggested with an airy laugh.
With dragons to add another dimension, this could turn into quite the interesting chase. Umbra whistled enthusiastically at the prospect of chasing both the humans and the shiny little wind-dancers; he did not much care about the rules as long as he got to fly. "Perhaps one of your friends might start as 'it'?" the raven-haired girl mused, with a dubious side-eye on her dragon.
Seren
