holiday from real
ronan
10-31-2024, 01:44 PM
The sea of sand spread out beneath the dune she was perched upon, glittering like velvet in the low light of the red sun. Makara was perturbed. She wasn't quite ready to say that she was afraid, as she generally considered herself quite brave, but the earthquakes that had shaken the land where those spires had emerged had finally cast her out of that place. They now had to be studied from a safe distance away. Her heart tugged north, settling her final resolve to call on the Armada after she had some time to gather her thoughts. She just needed more information. Something to chew on. Someone had to know something. The only wolf she'd encountered that had been wary and hedged his bets was that huge brute with the bat-like wings. He had the weariness of a man who had seen something they could not forget and his eyes were troubled when he looked upon the spires. Was he hiding something?
Makara sighed and flipped her goggles down over her eyes, settling slowly to the sand and tucking her legs beneath her. The blood red sun was beginning to set. From here she could see those spires, stretching threateningly into the sky, from what she presumed was a safe distance. Occasionally she could feel a deep, distant thrum beneath the land - but the ground held fast. Curiouser and curiouser.
"speech"
Makara sighed and flipped her goggles down over her eyes, settling slowly to the sand and tucking her legs beneath her. The blood red sun was beginning to set. From here she could see those spires, stretching threateningly into the sky, from what she presumed was a safe distance. Occasionally she could feel a deep, distant thrum beneath the land - but the ground held fast. Curiouser and curiouser.
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