Post by Venus on Jun 6, 2008 18:07:22 GMT -5
There was a certain aura about this place, the young green dragon decided as she gazed at the ancient trees standing sentinel over the glade.
The air hummed - not an irritating hum, but a gentle, soothing sound that tickled the edges of her magical senses. Almost as if it transcended the normal plane of existence, and was something more.
Aisling nodding in satisfaction, snapping her wings out in a languid stretch, scales touched to emerald by the sun.
Yes. She was getting nearer. Closer to the thing that had given such a tug on her aura that she'd almost passed out.
It had to be someone with knowledge of magic, be it malicious or benign. So she'd decided to hedge her bets and hope for the better, veering away from her normal course to follow the call. There had been a little trouble along the way, but it was something she could deal with.
After all, who was she to ignore such a blatant cry for help? Whether it was consciously or unconsciously broadcast, it didn't make a difference.
She was a mystic, and she was sworn to use her talents in the aid of others. But first and foremost, she was a Doran - magic was thick in her blood, and her whole lifestyle was oriented around it. Who was she to deny the pull of another aura in need of help or guidance?
Soaking in the feeling of peaceful nature surrounding her, Aisling replenished her energy, murmuring a lyrical protection spell, before pushing away from the soft grass, leaving it billowing in her wake. The leaves rustled as she passed, light on the wind.
The buzz of kindred magic tingled, brushing against her skin like a caress.
Time she found out who was broadcasting, and why...
The air hummed - not an irritating hum, but a gentle, soothing sound that tickled the edges of her magical senses. Almost as if it transcended the normal plane of existence, and was something more.
Aisling nodding in satisfaction, snapping her wings out in a languid stretch, scales touched to emerald by the sun.
Yes. She was getting nearer. Closer to the thing that had given such a tug on her aura that she'd almost passed out.
It had to be someone with knowledge of magic, be it malicious or benign. So she'd decided to hedge her bets and hope for the better, veering away from her normal course to follow the call. There had been a little trouble along the way, but it was something she could deal with.
After all, who was she to ignore such a blatant cry for help? Whether it was consciously or unconsciously broadcast, it didn't make a difference.
She was a mystic, and she was sworn to use her talents in the aid of others. But first and foremost, she was a Doran - magic was thick in her blood, and her whole lifestyle was oriented around it. Who was she to deny the pull of another aura in need of help or guidance?
Soaking in the feeling of peaceful nature surrounding her, Aisling replenished her energy, murmuring a lyrical protection spell, before pushing away from the soft grass, leaving it billowing in her wake. The leaves rustled as she passed, light on the wind.
The buzz of kindred magic tingled, brushing against her skin like a caress.
Time she found out who was broadcasting, and why...