Just Another Day

<font color='698AAB'>Day: 5
Quarter: Dyo
Year: 81376

The day was just beginning, and what a sunrise it had been. Multitudes of colors glistened across the sky, while one lone diminuitive figure sits backlighted in the glittering glory the sun was.

Vosoja Anathema sits in her elderly state, smiling demurely. Her wings were wrapped tightly around her, as the air was cool this early. She didn't mind, however, for she'd been in this position for hours, now.

An average-sized qereniath, known as Bejsoa, was also sitting happily beside her pendragon companion.

A noise from behind causes the little creature to turn around and look. The dark 'dragon being quite frankly more than three times the size of the female kiom.

<span style='color:#274D27'>{Good morning, Cynik.}</span> the elder female greets him mentally, without so much as moving a hair. Vosoja never was one to fear the future.. but then.. that's because she often saw it.

Apparently, this telepathic greeting meant nothing to the large male; he was neither shocked nor surprised she'd known.

But, then, why would he startled? He had similar abilities.

<span style='color:#FA8630'>{Good morning, grandmother.}</span> Cynik replies evenly.

Vosoja turns her aged head around to look at him, <span style='color:#274D27'>{Beautiful morning, isn't it? I love it when the colors come across the horizon just right.}</span> she sighs a litle sigh, and smiles with learned wisdom in having learnt to appreciate the little things.

Cynik squints his eyes, looking out across the water to the east where the sun had just risen, and wasn't too far above the water just yet. <span style='color:#FA8630'>{It's just another sunrise, grandmother. Nothing special.}</span>

The well-known seer pats her grandson on the arm and smiles,<span style='color:#274D27'>{Stop being a pessimist, dear. We have company coming, I'm sure of it.}</span>

<span style='color:#FA8630'>{And be an optimist, instead? I'll consider it. As for now, I think I'll make myself scarce.}</span> Cynik replies. He wasn't in any mood to greet someone coming to seek advice from his seer grandmother.

Within a moment the gargantuan pendragon has shapeshifted with obvious ease to take the form of an aktrieor, one of his favorite forms. A cry is sounded out at his grandmother, and the avian-shaped pendragon runs off, not too far, but off, just the same.

Bejsoa shakes her head chattering irritatedly to herself, likely about the manners of her companion's grandson, but in her native tongue, Vosoja couldn't understand the little qereniath.

Vosoja chuckles as he makes a break for it, and sighs peacefully, once more, awaiting the arrival of the one she foresaw.</font>

 

<font color='698AAB'>Vosoja turns her head at the feeling of another being near, and with her feeble vision, attempts searching for the visitor. She'd felt him, and had 'seen' his coming here, so she knew someone was here.

But, being an old traditionalist, she patiently waits for the male to introduce himself; if he chose, too. For then, she would introduce herself.

Most already knew who she was, anyway. Her fame as a seer was well-reknowned among couples with offspring, and it's only regular for word to have gotten around to other social circles of her trades and abilities.</font>