Post by Andromedia on Nov 19, 2014 3:29:56 GMT
THE TWINS OF AIR AND TIME
Two dragons appeared above the lake, one calmly gliding along, while the other would nose dive to the lake below. Before hitting the water, he would pull up at the last second. Each time he got closer and closer to the water. Ludicro was his name. And he flew along with his twin brother, Picasso. The day was warm and humid, just like Picasso liked. The sky was dotted with clouds, and sometimes they went through the massive island that floated above the lake. Far, far off into the distance, Picasso could make out storm clouds gathering over the ocean. They would eventually reach them, but probably not for a couple hours. Storm clouds were not easily manipulated, and the colors they took in weren't vibrant. But the clouds nearby were white and fluffy. They were perfect.
Ludicro, on the other hand, wasn't interested in the clouds. There was nothing particular he was interested in out here, but he always found something to do. He wanted to try a new dare, but he had not decided what yet. Perhaps he would see how far he could dive into the water if he dropped straight down? How deep is this lake, Picasso? Picasso glanced down, then narrowed his eyes at his brother. Why does it matter...? Ludicro grinned at him. No particular reason. Picasso knew that wasn't the case, but he just hrumphed and continued to fly towards the great island in the middle. They both wondered if their father was there...
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