3 hours ago
It was hot.
Like, stupidly hot.
It was fall for fuck sakes! Why is it hot!
Sparrow knew why of course, the desert was always warm, it was the same in every world. Sandy area = Hot. When they were a desert wyvern it was nice! A feeling they had sought out!
But they were a wolf now, had been for...how long? Time is a flux, time is made up, time is lost to the horrors of the mind and the watching of children grow. Fiadh's kids should be full grown now, or close to it, that means it's been two years (or close to it) of living with her shattered soul.
Was time moving at the same pace, on Mythris and Srreesh?
The clutch Honcho had laid, they would be starting to learn magic soon if they didn't inherit his lack of it, they were certain at least a few of the eggs had been as blessed as she was...
A life she had been ripped from, moving on without her. Sure, her body was being piloted and technically she was still in the seat but...it wasn't her anymore, it was the Many. Maybe one day Requiem would fish her soul back and piece it together, but that wasn't going to be today, or any time soon. No, that would have to wait until this body was dead and buried....
Fun thought!
Death and gloom were all the rage these days, don't you know?
The Oasis was down to only four adults, with a band of growing children that still needed training, so why the fuck was she out here?
Recruiting? Maybe! At the back of her mind, if another could be talked into staying for a spell until the children are grown..maybe!
But that wasn't the main reason why Sparrow was out and about, away from the borders, they wanted....some quiet. Quiet that wouldn't be interrupted by squeaky voiced children, at least. Never further than a day's trot, the noble pressed outwards, poking into the other territories. North was claimed, east had tunnels that one could easily be lost in (no Thank You) and south was a mess of sand that stretched for miles.
When its cooler, she'll go that way.
West was a wasteland in itself, dotted with shrubbery, patches of grass, it was the barrier between the sands and the forests beyond.
But it's where Sparrow went, ears perked, exploring.
What does this area hold?
Like, stupidly hot.
It was fall for fuck sakes! Why is it hot!
Sparrow knew why of course, the desert was always warm, it was the same in every world. Sandy area = Hot. When they were a desert wyvern it was nice! A feeling they had sought out!
But they were a wolf now, had been for...how long? Time is a flux, time is made up, time is lost to the horrors of the mind and the watching of children grow. Fiadh's kids should be full grown now, or close to it, that means it's been two years (or close to it) of living with her shattered soul.
Was time moving at the same pace, on Mythris and Srreesh?
The clutch Honcho had laid, they would be starting to learn magic soon if they didn't inherit his lack of it, they were certain at least a few of the eggs had been as blessed as she was...
A life she had been ripped from, moving on without her. Sure, her body was being piloted and technically she was still in the seat but...it wasn't her anymore, it was the Many. Maybe one day Requiem would fish her soul back and piece it together, but that wasn't going to be today, or any time soon. No, that would have to wait until this body was dead and buried....
Fun thought!
Death and gloom were all the rage these days, don't you know?
The Oasis was down to only four adults, with a band of growing children that still needed training, so why the fuck was she out here?
Recruiting? Maybe! At the back of her mind, if another could be talked into staying for a spell until the children are grown..maybe!
But that wasn't the main reason why Sparrow was out and about, away from the borders, they wanted....some quiet. Quiet that wouldn't be interrupted by squeaky voiced children, at least. Never further than a day's trot, the noble pressed outwards, poking into the other territories. North was claimed, east had tunnels that one could easily be lost in (no Thank You) and south was a mess of sand that stretched for miles.
When its cooler, she'll go that way.
West was a wasteland in itself, dotted with shrubbery, patches of grass, it was the barrier between the sands and the forests beyond.
But it's where Sparrow went, ears perked, exploring.
What does this area hold?
