Post by Lark on Jun 16, 2012 17:00:31 GMT -8
I am not liking this Mine....
Neither do I Nyn, but we have to. You know we can't go back now. We're here and we're going to be here.
The place stinks of death, do you not feel it Mine? We are dead, this place only will bring us... Don't, don't say it please! ...doooom.
Yeah, she said it. Now there really was no turning back, because no matter what Nyneveth saw herself and Emilia as a bag of flesh somewhere barren and surrounded by buzzards. Oh wait, that really was what Nyneveth was imagining. Not imagining, I see it EmiliaMine. My Heart, we are doomed, we have always been doomed. Doom clings to us still, and it has followed us here. I don't think so Nyn...now please, please just land over there...no, away from everyone else, yes that's it.
The small grey-green dragoness backwinged to a part of the Bowl that wasn't surrounded by busy Weyrfolk and dragons alike, her wings tucking in to her sides with a brief rustle. I see death Mine, blood stains these walls. Their jaws are dripping with it, they....Mine...Mine, you're not heeding my call. The grey nudged her rider who simply shivered in response, her mind already working on all the things that could go wrong. Maybe you were right about coming here.
...you think? I thought it was going to be all sugar-sweet candy and clouds....of course this was a bad idea Mine.
Neither do I Nyn, but we have to. You know we can't go back now. We're here and we're going to be here.
The place stinks of death, do you not feel it Mine? We are dead, this place only will bring us... Don't, don't say it please! ...doooom.
Yeah, she said it. Now there really was no turning back, because no matter what Nyneveth saw herself and Emilia as a bag of flesh somewhere barren and surrounded by buzzards. Oh wait, that really was what Nyneveth was imagining. Not imagining, I see it EmiliaMine. My Heart, we are doomed, we have always been doomed. Doom clings to us still, and it has followed us here. I don't think so Nyn...now please, please just land over there...no, away from everyone else, yes that's it.
The small grey-green dragoness backwinged to a part of the Bowl that wasn't surrounded by busy Weyrfolk and dragons alike, her wings tucking in to her sides with a brief rustle. I see death Mine, blood stains these walls. Their jaws are dripping with it, they....Mine...Mine, you're not heeding my call. The grey nudged her rider who simply shivered in response, her mind already working on all the things that could go wrong. Maybe you were right about coming here.
...you think? I thought it was going to be all sugar-sweet candy and clouds....of course this was a bad idea Mine.
