Dissonance
Nov 4, 2020 22:57:20 GMT -5
Post by Omorose on Nov 4, 2020 22:57:20 GMT -5
What happened next felt like it happened in slow motion (not JUST because of her spell, though that probably helped). Zenith and the golden dragon fell to the ground, at a slower pace thankfully. The gold dragon made no hesitation to leap back into the air, and the magus attempted to calm the scattered people around them that were berated by the winds her wings created. The dragon climbed into the sky. Omorose ran to Zee's side as the red and orange flash of fire danced across her peripherals.
She just wanted to see if the Cybertonian was still alive. Her knowledge of engines hindranced this, greatly, but as far she could tell, nothing was irreparably damaged. It appeared he was resting, trying to regain his strength. As the confrontation happened above, she was absorbed in looking him over. She finally lifted her gaze just in time to catch the stare off between golden mother and daughter.
But the Osirion didn't stop to watch. Instead, she went around to the villagers below to heal any wounds she could and make sure those unconscious weren't in too bad of shape. She also arranged with ones who were standing around to bring the few who perished back to the village, to give them a proper passage over to their next journey.
As she was making the final arrangements, the hatchling appeared. It took her a while to notice them. Her mind was running a mile a minute, concerned about the frost and making it hard to bury the bodies deep enough where they wouldn't be disturbed. She turned around and stopped in her tracks at the sight of the young, tiny creature. As green gold eyes stared at whirling green, she felt a connection that made her inhale sharply. It was odd, alien, but so familiar and comforting. And she knew it was coming from the dragon in front of her.
« Perhaps we are all caught in a time loop that moves much too fast... Perhaps your spell is the solution. » They moved, specifically their shoulders, in what the magus could only guess was a shrug. « May be worth looking into. » She lowered her arms and set her bandages back in her bag. She moved slowly, purposefully, as if she moved too quickly it would disturb or spook the creature. But its gaze just followed her. « I'm Raith. In this timeline, at least. »
"Is... this normal?" she questioned, gaze searching it's large eyes. She clearly was referring to their mental link that was screaming at her, making it hard for her to concentrate. Was this permanent? Would she get used to this new receptor of information, and she could think again? The Opal stood, on long, thin legs that looked like they could snap at any second.
« That's subjective, » came the reply, « But I can explain the phenomenon when we are home. »
Well. That didn't leave much room for interpretation, now did it?
ooc.
I adore them so much. <3 Omo and Raith are going to cause trouble and I love it.
Just Making a Few Preparations, Frost.
She just wanted to see if the Cybertonian was still alive. Her knowledge of engines hindranced this, greatly, but as far she could tell, nothing was irreparably damaged. It appeared he was resting, trying to regain his strength. As the confrontation happened above, she was absorbed in looking him over. She finally lifted her gaze just in time to catch the stare off between golden mother and daughter.
But the Osirion didn't stop to watch. Instead, she went around to the villagers below to heal any wounds she could and make sure those unconscious weren't in too bad of shape. She also arranged with ones who were standing around to bring the few who perished back to the village, to give them a proper passage over to their next journey.
As she was making the final arrangements, the hatchling appeared. It took her a while to notice them. Her mind was running a mile a minute, concerned about the frost and making it hard to bury the bodies deep enough where they wouldn't be disturbed. She turned around and stopped in her tracks at the sight of the young, tiny creature. As green gold eyes stared at whirling green, she felt a connection that made her inhale sharply. It was odd, alien, but so familiar and comforting. And she knew it was coming from the dragon in front of her.
« Perhaps we are all caught in a time loop that moves much too fast... Perhaps your spell is the solution. » They moved, specifically their shoulders, in what the magus could only guess was a shrug. « May be worth looking into. » She lowered her arms and set her bandages back in her bag. She moved slowly, purposefully, as if she moved too quickly it would disturb or spook the creature. But its gaze just followed her. « I'm Raith. In this timeline, at least. »
"Is... this normal?" she questioned, gaze searching it's large eyes. She clearly was referring to their mental link that was screaming at her, making it hard for her to concentrate. Was this permanent? Would she get used to this new receptor of information, and she could think again? The Opal stood, on long, thin legs that looked like they could snap at any second.
« That's subjective, » came the reply, « But I can explain the phenomenon when we are home. »
Well. That didn't leave much room for interpretation, now did it?
ooc.
I adore them so much. <3 Omo and Raith are going to cause trouble and I love it.
Just Making a Few Preparations, Frost.