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AmendelwyrStory
This was a deep magic. A magic that even she still struggled to comprehend. But no matter the bluster of wind, the blizzard's howling, nor the screams of shrill and frigid cold could touch a dragon here. Nay, here, she felt warm, comforted, and a bit weightless. Merely one touch and she could be off the ground, swimming in the air without actually flying.
It was the founding magic. The way the universe had been written to organize itself and be beholden to. The bonds that could not be broken. The equations of all reality. Everything. Its time. Its place. Its purpose. The order to all creation. And yet, this small piece of it from her Goddess' very own claws humbled her entire frame.
Every year at The Heart of Winter she contemplated what she'd learned.
My deepest gratitude for Enid.
Category All / Fantasy
Species Western Dragon
Size 1567 x 2351px
File Size 642.8 kB
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