All That Glitters...

The new land they had laid claim to was everything and more he could have hoped for; as he dropped away into the lowing valleys beyond Sparse Pines, the magnificent aura of marble would lift itself with colours and glows virtually unimaginable. Gold?s and creams would sway and flirt in a mystifying glow, magnificent beneath the weak beams of an overcast sky. The Wash was vast, huge, flawless, polished by the waters that may have once run here, but he was not alone; for dotted so delicately beneath the brewing skies, a familiar boy, tan and silver, would meander nearby. Isardis would smirk lightly, waltzing closer with seamless arrogance and pride, however his guard slightly lowered by the presence of his blood, ?An abode no less than suitable for a family the likes of ours,? the reference was cast to the boys curiosity in the marble, coming to sit upon his haunches behind Drashiel.