Post by Samantha on May 8, 2014 8:54:45 GMT
Siru lay curled up atop an earthmote, eyes partially closed, enjoying the warmth of sunshine against his back. He was vaguely aware that he had probably drifted into the Air territory by now; but he didn't particularly care. A short flight home would probably do him some good, and that Air Elemental was as harmless as could be. What had he to fear?
Well, aside from the less predictable Creations, of course. But he hadn't seen any yet.
The small Earth Creation stretched out on his side and yawned, showing gleaming white teeth and a flicker of bright red tongue. This was the life: a blissful haze of continual daydream. He wondered sleepily whether the grass was long enough to conceal him completely, before deciding that it probably was. Of course it was! The only issue was the brightness of his wings, like stained glass (as one Rider had said, and he supposed that he would have to take their word for it); but even that would only attract attention if some dragon happened to be on the same mote as he. So far, he had seen and heard no evidence to that effect, and he had spent a good deal of his day exploring the drifting island.
Exhaling loudly, the small dragon tucked in his paws, rested his head on a pillow of grass, and closed his eyes. The sunshine was so very warm, and he was tired. He would only rest for a few minutes, he decided; and then would be on his way.
(ooc: a hyper happy character would be fun right about now, and perhaps justify the title. xP).
Well, aside from the less predictable Creations, of course. But he hadn't seen any yet.
The small Earth Creation stretched out on his side and yawned, showing gleaming white teeth and a flicker of bright red tongue. This was the life: a blissful haze of continual daydream. He wondered sleepily whether the grass was long enough to conceal him completely, before deciding that it probably was. Of course it was! The only issue was the brightness of his wings, like stained glass (as one Rider had said, and he supposed that he would have to take their word for it); but even that would only attract attention if some dragon happened to be on the same mote as he. So far, he had seen and heard no evidence to that effect, and he had spent a good deal of his day exploring the drifting island.
Exhaling loudly, the small dragon tucked in his paws, rested his head on a pillow of grass, and closed his eyes. The sunshine was so very warm, and he was tired. He would only rest for a few minutes, he decided; and then would be on his way.
(ooc: a hyper happy character would be fun right about now, and perhaps justify the title. xP).