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“There is no greater recipient for faith and love than the Elfaheen, for it was their will that brought you into this realm, and it is they who may yet save you.”
(A.Mu., 2.5 - Book of Air, Tenets of Muriel, Chapter 2, Verse 5)
Daena looked over Tetra’s shoulder, her arms wrapped tightly around her friend’s waist as the two plummeted through the sky. A quiet exclamation of fear escaped her lips while Tetra laughed aloud. It was a beautiful day.
Tetra leaned down even further along the long neck of her friend, Rhastrashaa. Even above the roar of the fast-blowing wind, Tetra could hear the air whistling as it passed over the scales on his massive form. The faster they fell, the higher its pitch rose. The deep black color of his scales contrasted sharply with the bright, cloudless blue sky he dove through, ensuring that all who may have been looking upward would see him.
Neither Tetra nor Daena had dressed appropriately for such an excursion, their gossamer gowns and untied hair whipping about them wildly as the dragon continued diving toward the earth below. Rhastrashaa had offered to show them something they had never seen before. He seldom offered anything, much less the chance to ride upon him. They had leapt at the opportunity.
“Make him slow down!” Daena shouted over the noise of the wind.
“I can’t make him do anything!” Tetra laughed. “He’s doing what he loves!”
“He loves falling?” Daena screamed in fear.
“No! Terrifying others!” she yelled. Her response caused her to grin, knowing that it was a bit too true.
Tetra nudged Rhastrashaa’s neck with her knee. The ancient black dragon slowed and began arching his body to level out his flight. Never having seen their homeland from a bird’s-eye perspective, the view was nothing short of breathtaking for the women.
“What did you intend to show us, Rha? Or was this just a way for you to scare us?” Tetra asked lyrically.
“Only a few more moments and you’ll see it,” he answered with a sly, baritone voice.
The dragon turned toward Larimoor Falls and paused, floating stationary on the breeze. Both women gasped at the view of the falls’ deep blue waters as they crashed downward more than a league to the bottom of the valley gorge. The rising mists blocked most of the view into the deep ravine, looking like an eruption of water from within rather than the water’s landing spot.
The lush trees that lined the gorge also filled the adjacent forests and were filled with budding blossoms in various hues of blues, yellows, and greens. The higher peaks of the White Range were covered in snow and ice, towering more than three leagues up into the sky. Tetra watched as the waters rushed out of the narrow chute of stone at the north end of the gorge, creating the Rimoor River. From the base of the mountain, the Rimoor flowed down the mountains and into the sea.
“Pay attention. Here it comes.”
“This is boring. What are we looking at?” Daena asked.
“Hush. He wouldn’t have brought us here if he didn’t have a reason,” Tetra said.
Then it happened, and even Daena was filled with wonder and awe.
“It’s beautiful!” Tetra whispered unconsciously.
As the sun dropped over the peaks of the White Range, the icy white ridges became shaded in reds and oranges. The colors became more vibrant as the sun passed lower toward the falls, when they began turning golden. Waters that looked to be flowing molten gold soon replaced the blue ones. For a few brief moments, even the mists rising from the gorge became emblazoned with the colors of fire and gold.
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(A.Mu., 2.5 - Book of Air, Tenets of Muriel, Chapter 2, Verse 5)
Daena looked over Tetra’s shoulder, her arms wrapped tightly around her friend’s waist as the two plummeted through the sky. A quiet exclamation of fear escaped her lips while Tetra laughed aloud. It was a beautiful day.
Tetra leaned down even further along the long neck of her friend, Rhastrashaa. Even above the roar of the fast-blowing wind, Tetra could hear the air whistling as it passed over the scales on his massive form. The faster they fell, the higher its pitch rose. The deep black color of his scales contrasted sharply with the bright, cloudless blue sky he dove through, ensuring that all who may have been looking upward would see him.
Neither Tetra nor Daena had dressed appropriately for such an excursion, their gossamer gowns and untied hair whipping about them wildly as the dragon continued diving toward the earth below. Rhastrashaa had offered to show them something they had never seen before. He seldom offered anything, much less the chance to ride upon him. They had leapt at the opportunity.
“Make him slow down!” Daena shouted over the noise of the wind.
“I can’t make him do anything!” Tetra laughed. “He’s doing what he loves!”
“He loves falling?” Daena screamed in fear.
“No! Terrifying others!” she yelled. Her response caused her to grin, knowing that it was a bit too true.
Tetra nudged Rhastrashaa’s neck with her knee. The ancient black dragon slowed and began arching his body to level out his flight. Never having seen their homeland from a bird’s-eye perspective, the view was nothing short of breathtaking for the women.
“What did you intend to show us, Rha? Or was this just a way for you to scare us?” Tetra asked lyrically.
“Only a few more moments and you’ll see it,” he answered with a sly, baritone voice.
The dragon turned toward Larimoor Falls and paused, floating stationary on the breeze. Both women gasped at the view of the falls’ deep blue waters as they crashed downward more than a league to the bottom of the valley gorge. The rising mists blocked most of the view into the deep ravine, looking like an eruption of water from within rather than the water’s landing spot.
The lush trees that lined the gorge also filled the adjacent forests and were filled with budding blossoms in various hues of blues, yellows, and greens. The higher peaks of the White Range were covered in snow and ice, towering more than three leagues up into the sky. Tetra watched as the waters rushed out of the narrow chute of stone at the north end of the gorge, creating the Rimoor River. From the base of the mountain, the Rimoor flowed down the mountains and into the sea.
“Pay attention. Here it comes.”
“This is boring. What are we looking at?” Daena asked.
“Hush. He wouldn’t have brought us here if he didn’t have a reason,” Tetra said.
Then it happened, and even Daena was filled with wonder and awe.
“It’s beautiful!” Tetra whispered unconsciously.
As the sun dropped over the peaks of the White Range, the icy white ridges became shaded in reds and oranges. The colors became more vibrant as the sun passed lower toward the falls, when they began turning golden. Waters that looked to be flowing molten gold soon replaced the blue ones. For a few brief moments, even the mists rising from the gorge became emblazoned with the colors of fire and gold.
BTL Pub and myself are donating ALL profits of all pre-orders to the JJWattFoundation. Go pick one up! http://myBook.to/Reapers
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