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~Angel~
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“Interesting...”
The section of the lair dedicated to Malandra's section of the Word was tall and long, having carved out the cave walls and lined them with stone and spells to keep anything and everything from destroying the texts and pages. There were scrape marks along the walls between sections from Malandra's climbing, liking to keep the more delicate works high above her mate's head. Although the shelving was water proof and fire proof, the works themselves were not.
Malandra had been translating old magick text and spell work, having found something involving ancient dragons and mortals working together for a time. They used mortals as servants and care-takers of animals, helped them build elaborate projects and buildings like little worker ants. With that deal, the mortals took oaths to their dragon and were given protection and select ones were given the gift of a longer life. Not quite slaves...but not quite free roaming servants. They became something the text referred to as “magic vessels” or—something. Vessels was the closest word Malandra could find for it. The dragon's magick was housed inside the oathed forms of the mortals, letting the dragon have the ability to alert the masses of dangers and also giving the dragon the ability to feel one of his servant's deaths and communicate great distances even. This was the beginning of the oaths, where the original magick stemmed from. But as time seemed to go on the dragons and mortals separated, leaders in mortals taking control of their own and war began. Dragons and mortals were never the same since, keeping to their own lives it seemed.
But she had come to a passage about the “vessels” and found a part of dragon magicks was permanently housed inside the body of the oath taker until death. The magicks were tied to the dragon, but they held their own powers, wild almost when held in the mortal's essence. The vessel could not use the magicks without having a proper magicks teacher, most weren't even aware it was there but in some instances would give oath takers abnormal strength or enhance intellect, things the mortal had skills in already but adding to it. She began to wonder if that was how Rayne had defeated Xipil, the added magicks to her skills would make sense.
Malandra looked to the book on transfiguration magicks, chaotic magick. Transfiguration was tricky, as it was a fluid magick and could bond to any and all forms of life and magicks, tied to the water elements. Magnus had been lucky his band had been made by a skilled mortal, otherwise there could have been dire circumstances where instead of shifting back and forth so easily. He could have ended up a half-and-half monster, or accidentally turned into a toad or tree if the fluidity were disturbed or the spell placed in it wrong. Her vastly intelligent hatchling seemed to lack something his father had in spades, common sense.
“Oi, female.”
Arjun's body pressed hard against her, snout still covered in his afternoon snacks as he slumped down next to her and nibbled on her horns.
“You're going to get blood on my books,” she complained, although the smile probably shouldn't have been on her muzzle when she said it.
“Yeh'r goin' to get blood on meh books,” he mocked in a higher voice, something very scary about the highness coming from his throat. She turned her head and gave him her best bored expression, huffing smoke out her nostrils in his face. He growled at her with a large grin, still pieces of whatever he just ate in his rows of fangs.
“Yeh should put all that away,” he rumbled at her, “We'll just make another lil' buggar for yeh to spoil...”
“I really think the lot we have is enough,” she shoved her head against his, “And I don't spoil anything, I enhance it. But I think we have a lead on...wait...”
Arjun rumbled in annoyance, flopping over onto his side and growling,
“Yeh goin' to kill me, female.”
“This—can't be right...” Malandra ignored his pouting completely, scrambling from his side and climbing up the wall to the tall stacks of her collection with ease. She nudged a book free with her tail and opened it as she tucked it in the muscular tail, flipping through a few pages. She slammed the book and twisted her tail around it before scaling another wall and grabbing another book with her claw. She splayed the new books with the texts she already had out and tapped her chin in thought, going from text to text and flipping away. Her eyes grew wide as what little lips she had pursed.
“Hmmm...” she said in a calm tone. Arjun rolled up from his side, eyes confused and attentive.
“Hmmm...what's the HMMMM for?” he demanded in a growl. “Yeh HMMMMing's never good female...”
“How attracted to Rayne did Magnus seem?” Malandra asked as she peered over her wing at her mate. In response he snorted smoke out his nose with a hearty chuckle in his chest.
“Yeh blind all-of-a sudden?”
“That's what I thought,” Malandra nodded a bit, beginning to close and pile the books together, before scooting them aside carefully and turning her head around to Arjun. “Now what was that about another hatchling?”
Arjun growled deeply as he moved himself close to her, nibbling on her neck and ear as she snapped her jaw playfully at him.
“MAH!”
Arjun's head fell as a hearty groan radiated from his throat, Malandra grinning at him as she tried to keep from laughing.
“I keep forgettin' there's still one-a them here,” Arjun growled before rolling onto his side and closing his eyes.
“Don't let her know that,” Malandra shook her head mockingly at him, “We're in here, hatchling!”
A youngling blue dragoness appeared in the passage, black as midnight hair with white horns and claws and glorious red guard scales on her muzzle and chest, her white tail blade smashing needlessly into the stone floor.
“DAH!” she suddenly yelled rather forcefully, before bounding on young limbs as her wings flared out and attacking her father's face. “YOU ATE IT! YOU ATE IT BEFORE I COULD TRY TO KILL IT!”
Arjun rumbled and snorted smoke at his dragoness hatchling, his pondering face on as he tried to remember if he had promised something like that. With that the little dragoness' eyes narrowed and her tail smacked him heavily on the head.
“YOU PROMISED!” she roared in his face. Malandra tried to keep her chuckling to a minimum.
“OI!” He yelled loudly, but the little dragoness didn't even flinch, still clinging to his face. “Lets go and fetch yeh somethin' to kill then, bratling.”
“SINI~!” she yelled at him. “I don't call you OLD DUFFER DO I?!”
“Yeh'll be a bratling til the day yeh die,” Arjun rumbled in annoyance, but his smirk was peeling across his muzzle. He slowly rose up, Sini still on his face and stalked out of the long cavern.
“You really want another one of those?!” Malandra called back before beginning to re-open all her books to confirm her interesting findings.
“OI! THIS ONE'S YOUR FAULT!”
“DON'T YELL LIKE I'M NOT HERE DAH!”
Malandra snorted, at least Sini would keep her sire busy for a time.
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Lord Bywren scowled down at the knight before him, looking over the letter twice in his main hall. He was dressed in the velvet cape, soft leather leggings and the finest cotton shirt and vest money could buy. He wore his crest in gold around his neck and on his ring, the roaring tiger, the sign of his lineage. His son was expecting him, but this could not wait. The orange tiger cleared his throat and Astor stood, raising his head as the servants moved the tables in for evening meal. He was expecting his knights to come back with horns or teeth, not one knight with a message saying the bloody thing was still alive. After finishing the message he understood Ridder's hesitance, he should've put Baedden in charge, Baedden would have killed the girl and the dragon. Now Baedden was dead.
“Ridder is certain of this?” Lord Bywren growled, motioning to the letter.
“Aye, m'lord,” Astor answered, nodding his beaked head.
“Dah!” a young voice called, a grey tiger looking about ten ran in, green eyes and silver haired. “Aren't we going soon? The coach is waiting outside...Astor!”
“Hello Arian,” Astor smiled as the cub came in and hugged the hawk eagerly.
“What're you doing back? Dah said you were with the other knights on a special charge?” Arian questioned, tilting his head a little.
“I'll be here a moment, son,” Lord Bywren stated in a firm manner to his son, “Go and tell the coach master to wait.”
“Aye, dah,” Arian shrunk a little before running back out the large double doors. Lord Bywren's eyes looked back to Astor before looking at the letter again.
“Stay the night, Astor. I'll write my response and orders and give it to you in the morning.”
“Aye, m'lord. Thank you,” Astor bowed again, before Lord Bywren dismissed him with his black clawed paw.
Lord Bywren would have to word it right, Ridder was always the honorable one and if he didn't word the letter right, Ridder might try to keep the girl alive.
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“...Do I look chubbier to you?” Rayne asked as she frowned at the pants she thought fit her from storage, for some reason they were beginning to feel tight. He didn't even glance from the book in his claws and responded,
“No.”
“You didn't even look,” Rayne snapped as she pulled the cotton shirt over her head.
“I don't have to look, I know what you look like,” Magnus answered calmly, flipping the next page in his book and pointing his claw in her direction. “Not chubby.”
“Maybe its these pants,” she grumbled, stripping them down and going to see if one of the other pairs she'd found would feel more comfortable. She had packed up a few things for food on the road, although with being able to fly over the forest it wouldn't take nearly as long to get to Sagewynd. The rain finally stopped after three days, glorious sunlight beaming into the lair the morning prior. Rayne hadn't moved so fast in her life to go outside, but found that she couldn't go very far in the mush and flooding waters. It was probably for the best they were leaving since the forest was still drenched and needed time to dry out.
She slipped on another pair and they seemed to fit better, wiggling her tail through the tail hole and smoothing out the fabric a bit. She grabbed her pack and her bow and quiver before re-braiding her hair and looking rather accomplished.
“Alright I'm ready,” she informed Magnus, looking up at him as he flipped another page of his book.
“You were supposed to be ready this morning,” Magnus teased as he stayed where he was, twisted around the cart. “Now that I've become engrossed in this book, you want to leave.”
“Most of the time you're engrossed in something,” Rayne declared as she crawled up his forearm and used his wing to help her behind his neck, straddling as much as she could. “Now heeeyaa dragon!”
To emphasize how very much she wanted to annoy him, she kicked her heels into his neck a few times like she were ushering a horse to a gallop and pointed towards the exit. He sighed heavily before slamming his book shut with far more force than needed, poking her back with his tail blade.
“You can't make it to the exit on your own now?” He questioned as she pushed on the side of his tail blade with a small snort.
“Do you want me to take all that time walking through the corridors and then climbing up on you or would you like to feel me straddle you the whole way?” She asked, patting his neck a bit and running her paw through the black strands of his mane. He rumble-purred a bit, still thinking on it before she tightened her legs. He grunted out smoke through his nostrils but stood on all fours.
“Evil female,” he crooned at her, before putting the book safely on the cart bed and beginning to stalk out of the lair. “You are awfully perky.”
Rayne had to admit it, she definitely felt more energetic lately, but she thought that being crammed in the lair for half a week was the cause. She wanted some real fresh air and some sunlight, she wanted to be able to breathe in the cool breeze, see green and brown and...
She closed her eyes and leaned hard into Magnus' neck to keep her body from swaying too much, a wave of nausea going through her stomach. She muttered his name and he stopped as the outside wind passed over them from the cave opening.
“Are you alright, Rayne?” he asked quietly. Rayne's stomach tumbled a bit but when they stopped moving, her paws grasping tightly into his mane.
“Yes...just take it easy flying,” she responded, the wave passing slowly but waning.
“We're not even in the air yet and you're queasy?” he questioned, edging towards the lair's drop and wiggling his wings a bit to stretch them out. “Are you sure you want to make this trip?”
“Yes,” she affirmed in a slightly annoyed tone, “I want my things, and the sooner we get them the sooner we'll be back, right?”
“Stop sounding so condescending,” he answered her with a little growl, “I just want to make sure you're not going to vomit all over my back half way there.”
“I'll hold it in,” she answered as she leaned herself back a bit, “I promise.”
“Eh...” Magnus retorted but jumped down into the flooded prairie and stretched his wings as wide as they could go. “Ready?”
“Ready,” she answered as she clung to him tighter, closing her eyes. His body crouched before jumping off the ground, one strong stroke of his wings downwards and they were up over the treeline. He flapped again and they were on their way, Rayne still cowering in Magnus' mane. She listened to the flapping of his wings, felt the cold wind brushing along her fur even in the sunlight, but it began to become easier for her to relax. As long as she didn't look down it had anyway.
“Rayne,” Magnus called in a gentle but loud rumble. “You should look out.”
“Why?” Rayne grumbled into his mane as she held onto it tighter.
“Just look.”
It took much of Rayne's courage, but they were high and gliding evenly, Magnus keeping level as not to tip her too much any direction. She peeled herself back a bit, before peering over the edge of his massive muscled shoulder and took a quick intake of air.
The gutted area of forest once plagued by ashen waste was green, or glittering with water. Grasses and flowers seemed to have exploded as did rivers in former streams. Where the logs of burned trees were covered in greenery, perhaps vines or moss but one thing was sure, there was no longer any sign of the black scars of the fighting besides the lack of trees.
“By the gods!” Rayne exclaimed as they banked slightly to catch another easy wind. “Its—its so green now! I would've never thought it would be so green again so quickly...”
“Nature will always heal itself,” Magnus responded in a serene manner, “Now it has the chance to start a new again here. Fire brings destruction, water brings life.”
Rayne smiled a bit, his teacher-tone coming through ten fold and rested her paw on his heated white scales, watching his neck for a moment before looking back down to the forest below. She should have felt fear of the height as she usually did, but for the moment she knew she was safe where she was. Magnus wouldn't let anything happen to her, no matter where she was.
We'll see who knows what's going on in the comments HAHA.
~Angel~
MINE FYI PAWS AND CLAWS OFF.
<<< PREV | FIRST | NEXT >>>
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“Interesting...”
The section of the lair dedicated to Malandra's section of the Word was tall and long, having carved out the cave walls and lined them with stone and spells to keep anything and everything from destroying the texts and pages. There were scrape marks along the walls between sections from Malandra's climbing, liking to keep the more delicate works high above her mate's head. Although the shelving was water proof and fire proof, the works themselves were not.
Malandra had been translating old magick text and spell work, having found something involving ancient dragons and mortals working together for a time. They used mortals as servants and care-takers of animals, helped them build elaborate projects and buildings like little worker ants. With that deal, the mortals took oaths to their dragon and were given protection and select ones were given the gift of a longer life. Not quite slaves...but not quite free roaming servants. They became something the text referred to as “magic vessels” or—something. Vessels was the closest word Malandra could find for it. The dragon's magick was housed inside the oathed forms of the mortals, letting the dragon have the ability to alert the masses of dangers and also giving the dragon the ability to feel one of his servant's deaths and communicate great distances even. This was the beginning of the oaths, where the original magick stemmed from. But as time seemed to go on the dragons and mortals separated, leaders in mortals taking control of their own and war began. Dragons and mortals were never the same since, keeping to their own lives it seemed.
But she had come to a passage about the “vessels” and found a part of dragon magicks was permanently housed inside the body of the oath taker until death. The magicks were tied to the dragon, but they held their own powers, wild almost when held in the mortal's essence. The vessel could not use the magicks without having a proper magicks teacher, most weren't even aware it was there but in some instances would give oath takers abnormal strength or enhance intellect, things the mortal had skills in already but adding to it. She began to wonder if that was how Rayne had defeated Xipil, the added magicks to her skills would make sense.
Malandra looked to the book on transfiguration magicks, chaotic magick. Transfiguration was tricky, as it was a fluid magick and could bond to any and all forms of life and magicks, tied to the water elements. Magnus had been lucky his band had been made by a skilled mortal, otherwise there could have been dire circumstances where instead of shifting back and forth so easily. He could have ended up a half-and-half monster, or accidentally turned into a toad or tree if the fluidity were disturbed or the spell placed in it wrong. Her vastly intelligent hatchling seemed to lack something his father had in spades, common sense.
“Oi, female.”
Arjun's body pressed hard against her, snout still covered in his afternoon snacks as he slumped down next to her and nibbled on her horns.
“You're going to get blood on my books,” she complained, although the smile probably shouldn't have been on her muzzle when she said it.
“Yeh'r goin' to get blood on meh books,” he mocked in a higher voice, something very scary about the highness coming from his throat. She turned her head and gave him her best bored expression, huffing smoke out her nostrils in his face. He growled at her with a large grin, still pieces of whatever he just ate in his rows of fangs.
“Yeh should put all that away,” he rumbled at her, “We'll just make another lil' buggar for yeh to spoil...”
“I really think the lot we have is enough,” she shoved her head against his, “And I don't spoil anything, I enhance it. But I think we have a lead on...wait...”
Arjun rumbled in annoyance, flopping over onto his side and growling,
“Yeh goin' to kill me, female.”
“This—can't be right...” Malandra ignored his pouting completely, scrambling from his side and climbing up the wall to the tall stacks of her collection with ease. She nudged a book free with her tail and opened it as she tucked it in the muscular tail, flipping through a few pages. She slammed the book and twisted her tail around it before scaling another wall and grabbing another book with her claw. She splayed the new books with the texts she already had out and tapped her chin in thought, going from text to text and flipping away. Her eyes grew wide as what little lips she had pursed.
“Hmmm...” she said in a calm tone. Arjun rolled up from his side, eyes confused and attentive.
“Hmmm...what's the HMMMM for?” he demanded in a growl. “Yeh HMMMMing's never good female...”
“How attracted to Rayne did Magnus seem?” Malandra asked as she peered over her wing at her mate. In response he snorted smoke out his nose with a hearty chuckle in his chest.
“Yeh blind all-of-a sudden?”
“That's what I thought,” Malandra nodded a bit, beginning to close and pile the books together, before scooting them aside carefully and turning her head around to Arjun. “Now what was that about another hatchling?”
Arjun growled deeply as he moved himself close to her, nibbling on her neck and ear as she snapped her jaw playfully at him.
“MAH!”
Arjun's head fell as a hearty groan radiated from his throat, Malandra grinning at him as she tried to keep from laughing.
“I keep forgettin' there's still one-a them here,” Arjun growled before rolling onto his side and closing his eyes.
“Don't let her know that,” Malandra shook her head mockingly at him, “We're in here, hatchling!”
A youngling blue dragoness appeared in the passage, black as midnight hair with white horns and claws and glorious red guard scales on her muzzle and chest, her white tail blade smashing needlessly into the stone floor.
“DAH!” she suddenly yelled rather forcefully, before bounding on young limbs as her wings flared out and attacking her father's face. “YOU ATE IT! YOU ATE IT BEFORE I COULD TRY TO KILL IT!”
Arjun rumbled and snorted smoke at his dragoness hatchling, his pondering face on as he tried to remember if he had promised something like that. With that the little dragoness' eyes narrowed and her tail smacked him heavily on the head.
“YOU PROMISED!” she roared in his face. Malandra tried to keep her chuckling to a minimum.
“OI!” He yelled loudly, but the little dragoness didn't even flinch, still clinging to his face. “Lets go and fetch yeh somethin' to kill then, bratling.”
“SINI~!” she yelled at him. “I don't call you OLD DUFFER DO I?!”
“Yeh'll be a bratling til the day yeh die,” Arjun rumbled in annoyance, but his smirk was peeling across his muzzle. He slowly rose up, Sini still on his face and stalked out of the long cavern.
“You really want another one of those?!” Malandra called back before beginning to re-open all her books to confirm her interesting findings.
“OI! THIS ONE'S YOUR FAULT!”
“DON'T YELL LIKE I'M NOT HERE DAH!”
Malandra snorted, at least Sini would keep her sire busy for a time.
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Lord Bywren scowled down at the knight before him, looking over the letter twice in his main hall. He was dressed in the velvet cape, soft leather leggings and the finest cotton shirt and vest money could buy. He wore his crest in gold around his neck and on his ring, the roaring tiger, the sign of his lineage. His son was expecting him, but this could not wait. The orange tiger cleared his throat and Astor stood, raising his head as the servants moved the tables in for evening meal. He was expecting his knights to come back with horns or teeth, not one knight with a message saying the bloody thing was still alive. After finishing the message he understood Ridder's hesitance, he should've put Baedden in charge, Baedden would have killed the girl and the dragon. Now Baedden was dead.
“Ridder is certain of this?” Lord Bywren growled, motioning to the letter.
“Aye, m'lord,” Astor answered, nodding his beaked head.
“Dah!” a young voice called, a grey tiger looking about ten ran in, green eyes and silver haired. “Aren't we going soon? The coach is waiting outside...Astor!”
“Hello Arian,” Astor smiled as the cub came in and hugged the hawk eagerly.
“What're you doing back? Dah said you were with the other knights on a special charge?” Arian questioned, tilting his head a little.
“I'll be here a moment, son,” Lord Bywren stated in a firm manner to his son, “Go and tell the coach master to wait.”
“Aye, dah,” Arian shrunk a little before running back out the large double doors. Lord Bywren's eyes looked back to Astor before looking at the letter again.
“Stay the night, Astor. I'll write my response and orders and give it to you in the morning.”
“Aye, m'lord. Thank you,” Astor bowed again, before Lord Bywren dismissed him with his black clawed paw.
Lord Bywren would have to word it right, Ridder was always the honorable one and if he didn't word the letter right, Ridder might try to keep the girl alive.
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“...Do I look chubbier to you?” Rayne asked as she frowned at the pants she thought fit her from storage, for some reason they were beginning to feel tight. He didn't even glance from the book in his claws and responded,
“No.”
“You didn't even look,” Rayne snapped as she pulled the cotton shirt over her head.
“I don't have to look, I know what you look like,” Magnus answered calmly, flipping the next page in his book and pointing his claw in her direction. “Not chubby.”
“Maybe its these pants,” she grumbled, stripping them down and going to see if one of the other pairs she'd found would feel more comfortable. She had packed up a few things for food on the road, although with being able to fly over the forest it wouldn't take nearly as long to get to Sagewynd. The rain finally stopped after three days, glorious sunlight beaming into the lair the morning prior. Rayne hadn't moved so fast in her life to go outside, but found that she couldn't go very far in the mush and flooding waters. It was probably for the best they were leaving since the forest was still drenched and needed time to dry out.
She slipped on another pair and they seemed to fit better, wiggling her tail through the tail hole and smoothing out the fabric a bit. She grabbed her pack and her bow and quiver before re-braiding her hair and looking rather accomplished.
“Alright I'm ready,” she informed Magnus, looking up at him as he flipped another page of his book.
“You were supposed to be ready this morning,” Magnus teased as he stayed where he was, twisted around the cart. “Now that I've become engrossed in this book, you want to leave.”
“Most of the time you're engrossed in something,” Rayne declared as she crawled up his forearm and used his wing to help her behind his neck, straddling as much as she could. “Now heeeyaa dragon!”
To emphasize how very much she wanted to annoy him, she kicked her heels into his neck a few times like she were ushering a horse to a gallop and pointed towards the exit. He sighed heavily before slamming his book shut with far more force than needed, poking her back with his tail blade.
“You can't make it to the exit on your own now?” He questioned as she pushed on the side of his tail blade with a small snort.
“Do you want me to take all that time walking through the corridors and then climbing up on you or would you like to feel me straddle you the whole way?” She asked, patting his neck a bit and running her paw through the black strands of his mane. He rumble-purred a bit, still thinking on it before she tightened her legs. He grunted out smoke through his nostrils but stood on all fours.
“Evil female,” he crooned at her, before putting the book safely on the cart bed and beginning to stalk out of the lair. “You are awfully perky.”
Rayne had to admit it, she definitely felt more energetic lately, but she thought that being crammed in the lair for half a week was the cause. She wanted some real fresh air and some sunlight, she wanted to be able to breathe in the cool breeze, see green and brown and...
She closed her eyes and leaned hard into Magnus' neck to keep her body from swaying too much, a wave of nausea going through her stomach. She muttered his name and he stopped as the outside wind passed over them from the cave opening.
“Are you alright, Rayne?” he asked quietly. Rayne's stomach tumbled a bit but when they stopped moving, her paws grasping tightly into his mane.
“Yes...just take it easy flying,” she responded, the wave passing slowly but waning.
“We're not even in the air yet and you're queasy?” he questioned, edging towards the lair's drop and wiggling his wings a bit to stretch them out. “Are you sure you want to make this trip?”
“Yes,” she affirmed in a slightly annoyed tone, “I want my things, and the sooner we get them the sooner we'll be back, right?”
“Stop sounding so condescending,” he answered her with a little growl, “I just want to make sure you're not going to vomit all over my back half way there.”
“I'll hold it in,” she answered as she leaned herself back a bit, “I promise.”
“Eh...” Magnus retorted but jumped down into the flooded prairie and stretched his wings as wide as they could go. “Ready?”
“Ready,” she answered as she clung to him tighter, closing her eyes. His body crouched before jumping off the ground, one strong stroke of his wings downwards and they were up over the treeline. He flapped again and they were on their way, Rayne still cowering in Magnus' mane. She listened to the flapping of his wings, felt the cold wind brushing along her fur even in the sunlight, but it began to become easier for her to relax. As long as she didn't look down it had anyway.
“Rayne,” Magnus called in a gentle but loud rumble. “You should look out.”
“Why?” Rayne grumbled into his mane as she held onto it tighter.
“Just look.”
It took much of Rayne's courage, but they were high and gliding evenly, Magnus keeping level as not to tip her too much any direction. She peeled herself back a bit, before peering over the edge of his massive muscled shoulder and took a quick intake of air.
The gutted area of forest once plagued by ashen waste was green, or glittering with water. Grasses and flowers seemed to have exploded as did rivers in former streams. Where the logs of burned trees were covered in greenery, perhaps vines or moss but one thing was sure, there was no longer any sign of the black scars of the fighting besides the lack of trees.
“By the gods!” Rayne exclaimed as they banked slightly to catch another easy wind. “Its—its so green now! I would've never thought it would be so green again so quickly...”
“Nature will always heal itself,” Magnus responded in a serene manner, “Now it has the chance to start a new again here. Fire brings destruction, water brings life.”
Rayne smiled a bit, his teacher-tone coming through ten fold and rested her paw on his heated white scales, watching his neck for a moment before looking back down to the forest below. She should have felt fear of the height as she usually did, but for the moment she knew she was safe where she was. Magnus wouldn't let anything happen to her, no matter where she was.
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