Post by Samantha on Nov 6, 2015 4:19:56 GMT
Haranling was not really of a contemplative nature. But the things his Creator said disturbed him, and thus he had retreated to the Silent Mountains, where other dragons were few and far between and he could be alone with his thoughts.
He pounced on a mound of soft snow, feeling it disperse beneath his paws and sink into his coat. Viamor's Rider, Tabae Frostquill, had been fun to talk to- if it had just been their discussion that had taken place, why, he wouldn't be worried at all!
Viamor, on the other hand, had made some very concerning comments regarding the Time and Life territories.
Haranling shook the snow from his fur and looked ahead, to where the ice and snow of the Silent Mountains gradually gave way to the more jagged, though less frosted, Fangs. He'd heard that the Fangs were nigh on impossible to cross- and until now, he'd never had reason to try. But Haranling was a dragon accustomed to the strong winds and violent storms of the ice. Surely, for one such as himself, crossing into the lands of Life would be a doddle?
Time was another matter. Resilient and agile though he was, Haranling lacked wings, and there was no way he would ever be able to reach Adutaine's lands. For the love of all that was good...why had Ivory even made that suggestion?!
Somebody's here.
Haranling's whiskers and ears twitched as he turned to identify the other dragon.
He pounced on a mound of soft snow, feeling it disperse beneath his paws and sink into his coat. Viamor's Rider, Tabae Frostquill, had been fun to talk to- if it had just been their discussion that had taken place, why, he wouldn't be worried at all!
Viamor, on the other hand, had made some very concerning comments regarding the Time and Life territories.
Haranling shook the snow from his fur and looked ahead, to where the ice and snow of the Silent Mountains gradually gave way to the more jagged, though less frosted, Fangs. He'd heard that the Fangs were nigh on impossible to cross- and until now, he'd never had reason to try. But Haranling was a dragon accustomed to the strong winds and violent storms of the ice. Surely, for one such as himself, crossing into the lands of Life would be a doddle?
Time was another matter. Resilient and agile though he was, Haranling lacked wings, and there was no way he would ever be able to reach Adutaine's lands. For the love of all that was good...why had Ivory even made that suggestion?!
Somebody's here.
Haranling's whiskers and ears twitched as he turned to identify the other dragon.
Notes: Rordrik
I had it so he noticed Shydra, but it's pretty vague beyond that, so you can situate her pretty much anywhere in the scene.
I had it so he noticed Shydra, but it's pretty vague beyond that, so you can situate her pretty much anywhere in the scene.