flint and ignition.

Razekiel Lykoi · 06-04-2011, 08:21 PM

[html]

Nayru!

It was not that he disliked Jefferson, no, the old coot was all right. Phoenix Valley was a wonderful place, full of life and spark; surely the Great Mother had blessed it and blessed it well, and with careful eyes maintained its brilliance to return every spring just as it had this one. How disappointed Razekiel had been when he realized such a brilliant place had been waiting so near to where he had called his home for so long. Inferni he knew to reek of death and blood and betrayal, and yet neighboring it was a place like Phoenix Valley, with its sprightly members and blowable dandelions and crystal-clear Mirror Lakes and...

Ah, but where was he? In his airheaded idiocy the coyote had wandered far from "home," if he could yet call it such a thing. Still his head spun — and what a wonderful spinning it was! — thanks to the magic stick between his teeth. Over its sweet, musty smell he breathed in the afternoon air, the noonday sun, the blossoms! How had such beauty lay so near, yet gone completely unnoticed? Still, it was nothing like the land of the north — nothing could compare to the ocean air there or the breeze at the peak of Halcyon Mountain.

Razekiel danced a little in step, wiggling his hips and cooing some sort of tone-deaf love melody — "naa naa naaaa, I love you, naa naa naaaa, sing with the blue birds" — as he went along. Unashamed and unrestrained, the prince had returned to 'Souls just as he was now: high as a kite. In fact, it had taken him days to realize he had even ended up there again in the first place, and as he whirled and weaved barefoot to the tune in his head along whatever-pack-this-was's borders, he giggled maniacally knowing he probably wouldn't remember this, either.

table by lin

Login




Remember me Lost Password?