Daydreaming [Open]

[tigerlilly]

Alisseil leaned against a tree, on the out skirts of Ellesmera, watching the tree branches sway playfully in the gentle breeze. She twines the end of a blonde strand of hair around her finger absentmindedly as she is lost deep in her thoughts. Warm rays of sunshine that manage to break through the thick forest beam down on her face as she stares up at the canopy. She sighs and glances to her right where her dragon is sleeping, smiling to herself as she watched the sides of the golden scaled beast rise and lower. Alisseil would do anything for her dragon, she couldn’t imagine life without her.

The sudden thought reminded her of the problem with the Urgals. She couldn’t imagine putting her dragon in danger but she knew it was necessary; they fought as one and if it came to it they would die as one. Alisseil’s troubled thoughts seemed to be affecting her dragon’s sleep as she started to toss and turn. The elven rider quickly pushed away such thoughts and tried to relax as she watched the tree branches, enjoying a rare peaceful moment. “How long can it last?” She asks out loud to the trees, assuming that she is still alone.

(OOC: sorry its so short will be better next time. Just wanted to post while I had time.)

[Eridor Nightscales]

Eridor was in Ellesmera on one of his random visits to the Eleven capitol. The elder Dragon enjoyed these visits because he could talk to more people, without scaring them when he projected his words into their mind. The only thing he really didn’t like was the confinement that the trees offered, still he was enjoying himself.

He had had a good morning so far. No one had bothered him yet with their random questions. He always felt obligated to answer them though, because he loved sharing his knowledge with anyone who asked for it or whoever would listen. Now however, he just wanted to get out of the city and take a nap while basking in the warm sunlight. He was in fact walking to the clearing he had in mind to use for this purpose when he walked by a rider and her golden dragon.

Seeing as how he knew them as they had met before, he decided to stop and talk with them a few minutes. A little restless are we? He realized then that even though he was the dragon king, these two were nearly three hundred years older than he was. That’s when he remembered the riders’ name. Alisseil. We meet again Alisseil. It is good to see you again. Atra Esterni ono thelduin.