The small form of the woman was tucked snugly against Keovari. Her usually strong arms were draped almost limply about his neck as she clung to him with what little strength she could muster. In an almost child-like gesture she tucked her head in close against him, while her fiery locks obscured her now frosty face. She boggled at her own actions, half expecting a voice to chime in from the depths of her mind, but she only found silence and her own confused thoughts. Even though an explanation would have been welcomed at this point, it was nice to finally have her mind to herself for a change.
Trotting along in the snow behind the pair, was the small golden form of a dragon. Mystical’s companion kept close, the shoulder bag that had once housed her was now gripped firmly in the dragon’s snout and was being drug along behind the creature, picking up snow all along the way. Unexpectedly, the dragon hit a rather deep patch of snow, and with an audible ‘crunch’ of the snow beneath the small creature went sinking into the mush up over her head.. With a flutter and a huff the rather exasperated Scheherazade sprung from the chilly white and fluttered into the air, bag still in tow. Fearing another cave-in the dragon opted to fly the rest of the way, still keeping close to Keovari and the Lady.
His body, so warm against the frigid cold. Emotions... feeling... so hard to tell what was said and what was not, or if all of it was simply the delirium mixed with her intuition. She found herself adrift in an ocean of watery energy, the soft waves washing over her mind and spirit. In vain she tried to reach out with her mind, to find -her-, to find Faye. The vast watery energy surrounding her made it nearly impossible to pick out her friend’s aura. Again the world began to spin, and she groaned softly as her grip tightened about the spirit’s neck. “...Keovari...” A small voice came out softly, almost like the coo of a dove, and was then cut short as the darkness crept around her mind.
A throbbing ache to her heart jolted her back to her senses, and drug her back from clutches of the inviting darkness once more. Eyes sprung open as she began to look about wildly; a sharp raspy gasp emitted from her pale lips. “.. I feel her!” she cried out, in an almost horse voice. “Keep go..going this way.. not fare now.” By now her entire body was shuddering, trembling like a leaf as the winter’s cold cut through her like a knife. The only thing holding her, sustaining her was the warmth the Guardian and his borrowed coat.
Trotting along in the snow behind the pair, was the small golden form of a dragon. Mystical’s companion kept close, the shoulder bag that had once housed her was now gripped firmly in the dragon’s snout and was being drug along behind the creature, picking up snow all along the way. Unexpectedly, the dragon hit a rather deep patch of snow, and with an audible ‘crunch’ of the snow beneath the small creature went sinking into the mush up over her head.. With a flutter and a huff the rather exasperated Scheherazade sprung from the chilly white and fluttered into the air, bag still in tow. Fearing another cave-in the dragon opted to fly the rest of the way, still keeping close to Keovari and the Lady.
His body, so warm against the frigid cold. Emotions... feeling... so hard to tell what was said and what was not, or if all of it was simply the delirium mixed with her intuition. She found herself adrift in an ocean of watery energy, the soft waves washing over her mind and spirit. In vain she tried to reach out with her mind, to find -her-, to find Faye. The vast watery energy surrounding her made it nearly impossible to pick out her friend’s aura. Again the world began to spin, and she groaned softly as her grip tightened about the spirit’s neck. “...Keovari...” A small voice came out softly, almost like the coo of a dove, and was then cut short as the darkness crept around her mind.
A throbbing ache to her heart jolted her back to her senses, and drug her back from clutches of the inviting darkness once more. Eyes sprung open as she began to look about wildly; a sharp raspy gasp emitted from her pale lips. “.. I feel her!” she cried out, in an almost horse voice. “Keep go..going this way.. not fare now.” By now her entire body was shuddering, trembling like a leaf as the winter’s cold cut through her like a knife. The only thing holding her, sustaining her was the warmth the Guardian and his borrowed coat.
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