A stray breeze, a coiling curl of presence in the wind.
Two of the dragon's overhead wheels to site the location of its genesis—the feeling of her known to, deep in their veins, since their ailing infancy so long ago now that few of the new Gods remember such little things. They return to their flight, shepherding the young among them, as Sabine slowly fades into something like, if not solidity, something with far less opacity.
He is not one of her three charges to Keep, but in an ironic turn of wheels, he could be said to be one of the first handful who chose to 'keep' her instead. She finds him often enough. They walk the same lines of this land, the physical and the not: the Nether, The Library, The Singularity.
She's not thinking much of that though, just smiling absently at the sky. "The new hatchlings are getting better. Maybe no one will fall today."
They were spiraling lazily, but still tucking close to the elders. She wondered which one would brave itself today first.
ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ ꜰʟɪᴇꜱ; ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʜᴏᴇɴɪx ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇꜱ
A stray breeze, a coiling curl of presence in the wind.
Two of the dragon's overhead wheels to site the location of its genesis—the feeling of her known to, deep in their veins, since their ailing infancy so long ago now that few of the new Gods remember such little things. They return to their flight, shepherding the young among them, as Sabine slowly fades into something like, if not solidity, something with far less opacity.
He is not one of her three charges to Keep, but in an ironic turn of wheels, he could be said to be one of the first handful who chose to 'keep' her instead. She finds him often enough. They walk the same lines of this land, the physical and the not: the Nether, The Library, The Singularity.
She's not thinking much of that though, just smiling absently at the sky.
"The new hatchlings are getting better. Maybe no one will fall today."
They were spiraling lazily, but still tucking close to the elders.
She wondered which one would brave itself today first.