Post by Jay on Oct 18, 2012 1:09:51 GMT -5
Jaygon stood on the Northern most peak of the spine beside a huge compilation of trees which Turma had derooted. His silver hair, which was tied in a top knot, flew behind him as he looked out in all directions. He put his black and grey cloak about his shoulders but didn't pull the hood up like usual. Jaygon wanted to be seen as himself instead as a traveler.
Turma flew in with more trees and placed them on the huge pile. There was much creaking and groaning as the trees felt the weight of the ones being placed on the top. Turma landed beside Jaygon her white and silver scales shining like a star in the sunlight. That was the last one, we are ready to start, Turma said.
"Yes thank you Turma," Jaygon said turning to the pile. "Istalrí!" He exclaimed. Immediately the pile of trees succumbed to fire the wood cracked as the flames danced. Jaygon added a special last touch of his making the flames black with an outer edge of white and causing the smoke to glow radiantly. This was the way Jaygon had called for gatherings of riders or classes in the days before he left Alagaesia. "This should help guide any others home as well as gather them here so I can tell them what has happened," Jaygon said quietly. He turned to look Turma in one of her huge pale blue eyes, "Do you think that maybe They will answer the call?"
I find that unlikely Jaygon, Turma seemed to sigh smoke coming from her nostrils. One of them hates us and the other follows him loyally.
Jaygon looked to the sky, "Still there's always hope. Maybe if we will never be allies again, just maybe I can attempt to make things right even if it means he kills me."
Don't say such things! The new generation needs you!
"Still..."
Turma flew in with more trees and placed them on the huge pile. There was much creaking and groaning as the trees felt the weight of the ones being placed on the top. Turma landed beside Jaygon her white and silver scales shining like a star in the sunlight. That was the last one, we are ready to start, Turma said.
"Yes thank you Turma," Jaygon said turning to the pile. "Istalrí!" He exclaimed. Immediately the pile of trees succumbed to fire the wood cracked as the flames danced. Jaygon added a special last touch of his making the flames black with an outer edge of white and causing the smoke to glow radiantly. This was the way Jaygon had called for gatherings of riders or classes in the days before he left Alagaesia. "This should help guide any others home as well as gather them here so I can tell them what has happened," Jaygon said quietly. He turned to look Turma in one of her huge pale blue eyes, "Do you think that maybe They will answer the call?"
I find that unlikely Jaygon, Turma seemed to sigh smoke coming from her nostrils. One of them hates us and the other follows him loyally.
Jaygon looked to the sky, "Still there's always hope. Maybe if we will never be allies again, just maybe I can attempt to make things right even if it means he kills me."
Don't say such things! The new generation needs you!
"Still..."
