by The Kingpin » Fri Oct 20, 2017 11:27 pm
It was some time later that Ceridwen had settled enough from the early morning events to relax. Relaxation that she did not usually find in the company of humans. Not after the last time she had been on her own in their company.
Unfortunately, leaving was not an option she had the luxury of having. Even if she didn't care for the young elf in her charge, she had promised Septimus she would watch over her. So with that complicating things, she had to get creative.
It took her a little while of searching through the city to find an area that was at least somewhat isolated from the rest of the city's denizens. It came in the form of one of the spires overlooking the city. While she lacked the size or physique to coil around it like some fairytale drakes were prone to doing, she was able to perch herself atop it with some careful positioning. With her wings spread and stretched forward to maintain her balance, she began. The humans, elves, and other folk below waded through their dull, monotonous lives resigned to a repetitive misery the point of which she could not understand, much less appreciate. But she would not let that impose on her peace. Her singing, and the tranquillity it brought with it, she would most certainly impose upon them. Taking in a deep breath, she began, filling the ears of all who would listen with a musical chorus that seemed to melt away time itself.
The trilling of the dragoness's song on the wind in the upper district of the city was one that passers-by had grown to expect over the duration of her time here. They could not have known her reasons for wanting to sing, nor why she seemed especially invested in it this time, but no one seemed to be in any hurry to interrupt the peace that came with the song, and even the promise of dour weather seemed to do nothing to shake the pleasant mood that came with the Hueilin's performance.
It had the unintended effect of distracting everyone, Ceridwen included, from the rapid approach of one of Brodudika's more renowned guests, the Son of Storms closing in on the city at high altitude, only the momentary glint of dark scales against the grey backdrop giving any indication of his imminent arrival.
The dragoness's crooning song trailed off into silence as the larger dragon's shadow passed over her, the realisation only striking her when the darkness she perceived behind her closed eyelids passed too quickly to be a looming storm, though the gust that followed his passing did much to give credit to his moniker. And much as storms were wont to drive others to move to shelter, so too was Ceridwen driven to move, though for more benign reasons. Leaping off the roof of the tower she had chosen as her perch, the dragoness took flight in pursuit.
The buffeting of taut membranes was punctuated by a periodical thump as the Scholar's wings beat powerfully, passing like a phantom over the City of Friends and leaving only a gentle gust in his wake. The Hueilin Emissary banked steadily into a wide circle around the grounds on the outskirts of the city, noting the glowing light coming from the nearby woodland and guessing the cause. The dragon chose to bleed off some of his speed and altitude by continuing to circle the city before moving for a landing, and Ceridwen, now hot on his tail, saw fit to follow suit. She did so in silence however, the Thunderkin not quite ready to relinquish her solitude to the chatter of heroes and the matters that concerned them just yet.
"Ah yes, organised chaos. the sign of a clever but ever-busy mind. To the perpetrator, a carefully woven web of belongings and intrigue, but to the bystander? Madness!"
–William Beckett, Lore of Leyuna RPG