A silent hush fell over the shores of Magi Lake. A blanket of stars fell upon the navy heavens, casting flickering lights on the terrain bellow. Perched was a quiet being, beyond comparison to the silent lake in stillness. The pendragon sat solemnly, his dilated slate pupils pasted upon the horizen. The male blinked, awaking his trance as he endured the atmosphere encircling him; crisp was the air and emerald was the vegetation. How could a state of bliss such as this evade so many romantics, artists. or wanderers such as he? The lands were pure and skies clear. Was it fate, to be placed in the heart of such an aroma, or just a dream to be woken at any moment? The silent whispers of the winds grew steadily, brushing the pendragon's - Qutym was this individuals name, to be exact - tawny hair away from his dilated eyes. Embracing such a cool breeze was a sign of high hopes - whether it be discoveries or fortunes, a wind that blew such as this one ceased to lie. "Best be off, ," Qutym breathed, fear of a storm was a high chance, and sticking around wasn't the brightest idea. He lured a slender hand towards his rucksack, to stricken to abandon his little perch, before turning to decend into the overgrowth.
Morichai flew silently over the horizions of magi lake, it had been years since she had visited the quiet sanctury of her dreams. she momentarily breathed the air of the lush terrain, twisting and turning in her flight as if she was a leaf in the growing wind. Opening her eyes again she looked down upon the lake, mirroring the stars in the sky. Her pupiless eyes shone down on the lake and she watched her own reflection glide across the rippling surface. Morichai lazily floated down to her favourite spot under a pink flowered tree and laid down her backpack carefully, unzipping it to take out a pencil and her sketch book. she held her pencil poised above the white page before her paw; she hesitated slightly and placed down the tools on the emerald grass. Sniffing the air for any other presences and not sensing any she ran into the cool waters and splashed around happily, marvelling at how the water droplets transformed into tiny stars , she continued to splash and soon was beginning to sing in her happy state.
Cascades of starlight hit the waters of Magi Lake, an eerie glow cast upon the waters. Set aside from the stars, all light had seeped beyond the horizen. The winds died solemnly, but the throthy stormclouds refused to avert their path as they hovered over the lake. Qut shot a keen eye at the female, gaping at her courage to frolick in the open waters in the thret of a storm. He neared her, pacing slowly but steadily, to a whisper's distance before his rich voice rolled off his tongue, "I beg your pardon, sweet ma'm, ," he gave a slow yet abrupt nod before continuing {sp?}. "How is it you set yourslef in open waters with the risk of a storm above your very head, none-the-less with a brilliant smile on your face?" he asked. Qut's voice was slick and rich; he never spoke to quickly or abruptly without warning. His tone wasn't leaning towards polite, but the way he spoke was soothing in an unusual manner. "Hmm?" he continued.
Morchai abruptly stopped singing and almost jumped when she heard the male, but she didn't. his voice soothed her and she looked at him with her pupiless eyes. <span style='color:gray'>"i can s-sense the storm, i have at least an h-hour so i thought i would enjoy the time i-i had and i know of a sheltered spot to wait it out..."</span> she had stopped smiling to talk with this tawny delight. <span style='color:gray'>"May i a-ask why you are here speaking with me as a storm approaches?"</span> she cocked her head to the side spreading her huge white wings as to stay afloat waiting for an answer to her question. the wind began to pick up as she spoke making the petals from the flowery trees to start swirling around them before they struck the water leaving tiny ripples behind them, remembering his last word she added <span style='color:gray'>"Hmm?"</span>
"Bidding my farewell to sanity, that's what," he breathed, casting a look down at his feet. "Erm, I mean, just checking the perimeters for anything new, you know, basic drill," he forced a smile. He awed at her stuttering - perhaps she feared his fair brawn or dignified approach? "I beg your pardon, ma'm," he spoke. "But, erm, I believe, um, I appollogize if I startled you," he worded his sentence with great consideration. What was this fear that had overcome him, trying to appeal a complete stranger. In the depths of his mind, he longed to bring up a slick somment, something to spark a conversation. But to Qut's superize, his mind was as dry as his throat. "I'm," he paused, gaping down at her. "I'm Qutym, Qutym Jap. But, uh, you can call me Qut," he smiled.
morichai looked up him from the water noticing for a fleeting moment a sadness, but he turned it into a smile <span style='color:gray'>oh no, you never...i mean, em, my stutter, it happens if im a bit nervous, which i am round everyone... </span>she noticed her stutter had gone now, and that she had this weird feeling in the pit of her stomach maybe it was the storm approaching. Morichai rose out of the water trailing her wings on the ground behind her as she stood up to look at him, she was a head shorter than him she noted. <span style='color:gray'>i'm Morichai Monaco, i'm delighted to meet you Qut</span>, she held out her paw that had a silver bangle covering a bandage, that was camoflaged against her white fur as a greeting while she looked up into his eyes , she liked the colour she decided, from what she could see they were a light brown or a hazel, she wasn't sure in the light of the stars. Her eyes shone a deep ocean blue with tiny specks of white swirling through as she was thinking, and it was him she was thinking about
<span style='color:red'>Wings!</span> his mind exclaimed. Qut admired the wings of every pendragon; flying was his ultimate goal that was yet to be achieved. To be lifted by light winds and guided under cyan heavens was like a dream. "<span style='color:red'>You have, urm, lovely wings--</span>" Qut tried to catch his stutter, but failed. "And, sorry, fer bothin' ya 'bout your stutterin'," he blurted. "<span style='color:red'>See, it even happens to fellers like me</span>," his serious had tucked away as quickly as it had come. He felt like he was melting, just sinking into the mud beneath. Why was he so squirmy, but yet so stiff? Where and how had he lost his cool? He felt sympathy for his own self; silently, he hoped his emotion would decend back into the depths of his mind. <span style='color:red'>I'm practically dead meat,</span> he thought to himself, waiting patiently for her to strike the next move. ooc| Sorry I don't have much to type... =\
Morichai was surprised at his comment and laughed slightly when he began to stutter <span style='color:gray'>th-thank you</span> she smiled at him <span style='color:gray'>they're huge compared to me though</span>, she spread out her wings full spread to prove her point, <span style='color:gray'>almost twenty feet....i think, great for flying and swimming...not good stretching out in small places</span> though she smiled again her eyes swirling in a electric blue, she was beginning to enjoy the company of this dragon. However her fleeting thought was interupted when in only a second the heavens opened, bringing down a torrent of rain. <span style='color:gray'>My Drawings!</span> she shot off towards the tree, as the ground began to slide beneath her she saw herself falling to the ground, her head smacking on what she thought was a rock, her vision began to blur <span style='color:purple'>i'll just lie here for a moment</span> she thought <span style='color:purple'>till i can feel my head again </span>she groaned as she tried to move into a more comfortable position <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>not your fault i didnt give much for you to go on, maybe this will help!! :D </td></tr></table>
ooc| You'll never know how much, lol. Just kidding; sometimes I lack creativity when I'm in a bit of a rush. =/ ic| Rain cascaded from the obscured heavens as the clouds thrusted heavy winds at the dragons. Morichai had obviously limitted her responce, reeling a great concern in the pit of Qut. <span style='color:red'>Morichai?</span> he summoned her in telepathy. He watched her shift as fear brewed inside of him. <span style='color:red'>"Morichai, you alright?"</span> the giant beast sped towards her. He didn't need wings to achieve a distance; his agillity had proven beyond novice and he was quite satisfied with his athletic ability. He neared her side, gaping down at her. <span style='color:red'>Is she hurt?</span> he spoke in telepathy while speaking to himself. <span style='color:red'>"Morichai,"</span> he said out loud, kneeling by her side. [color=red"Morichai, you okay?"[/color]
Morichai opened her eyes, her vision was still blurry, she heard her name in her head, which had woken her up a bit, <span style='color:red'>is she hurt?</span> she heard in her head again. she turned her head slightly to face Qut. <span style='color:gray'>Sorry...my...pictures...had..to...get..them </span>she said carefully, her wing was killing her, she thought as she tried to get up, whimpering at one point in pain. i could feel better though... she said before retiring back to lying down, her head facing Qut. <span style='color:gray'>i'll be ok in a minute, you dont have to stay if you dont want too...</span> she lied, she wanted him to stay, she didn't want to be alone she began to shiver as the wet mud and icy rain began to take effect. she whimpered again as she moved her right wing against her <span style='color:gray'>ouch </span>she breathed. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>hehe, i have moments like that allllll the time :D</td></tr></table>
ooc| I know what you mean. xD ic| He breathed, soaking in a welcoming wave of relief. Collecting her pictures, Qut glanced down at her. <span style='color:gray'>"You sure you're okay?"</span> he asked softly, casting one last look of concern upon her. Ignorrant of an answer, he continued, <span style='color:gray'>"I know how you feel. I've had my moments, too - I'm not the most graceful being you'll find,"</span> he whispered softly. He retreated under the shade of the towering tree, ignorrant of the rain that cascaded down to land a couple feet befourth him. Qut reclined himself, looking down at her, awaiting a responce.
Morichai smiled,<span style='color:gray'> glad i'm not the only one that has not-so-graceful moments...</span> she said propping herself up from her fall, <span style='color:gray'>i'm a bit sore though </span>she smiled tiredly at him setting herself down at the bottom of the tree, <span style='color:gray'>are you staying for a while?</span> she said patting the ground beside her for him to sit if he chose. <span style='color:gray'>so...what do you do for your trades? i was just wondering and we need something to talk about if you're going to stay awhile... you can ask me things too, if you like?</span> morichai shuddered as another shiver went through her as she looked up at Qut hopefully. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>argh...sooo tired.....</td></tr></table>
A smile tugged at the pendragon's face as he shifted once more, adjusting himself. <span style='color:gray'>"There's honestly not much to say,"</span> he paused. "My primary trade falls under cheif, but I do enjoy sculpting and art at times," he smiled. <span style='color:gray'>"As your offer captivates me, what are your trades?"</span> he asked quietly, leaning back as he spoke. Why did she captivate him; why was it she of all beings he had aquainted he took fancy to?
<span style='color:gray'>Me? well im training in empathy, i sing, draw and i have the odd spell casting moment, watch this.... </span>morichai mumbled a few words as she summoned a tiny swarm of blue light swirling around them till they disappeared into the night <span style='color:gray'>they can be useful in pitch dark </span>she smiled as she leaned her head lightly on his shoulder<span style='color:gray'> so what kind of sculptures do you do?</span>
<span style='color:gray'>"Wow,"</span> murmured Qut, gravely enlightened by her magic. <span style='color:gray'>"I enjoy sculpting unique statues. Er, more like models. I like to mold little, teeny, tiny sculptures with really descriptive details. Just like mini clones,"</span> he explained. He reached into his rucksack, revealing a tiny sculpture of an Uncoctua. Large fangs bared over the statue's tiny lip. Every glint in his eye and fur on his back was in place. <span style='color:gray'>"There not that 'amazing', but it puts food on the table,"</span> Qut sighed.
<span style='color:gray'>Wow! </span>morichai breathed <span style='color:gray'>it looks as if its alive, every hair is exact, wow..... </span>she breathed again <span style='color:gray'>where did you learn to do that?</span> she waited for an answer absently pulling off her bangle and unravelling the bandage around her paw showing a series of puncture wounds she began to think of her friend shadow as she looked at the wounds <span style='color:gray'> ....hey are you in a relationship, or you just by yourself?</span> she said not-thinking.
Evading her kind words on his art, Qut was captivated by her question. <span style='color:gray'>I, urm, I can't really say--</span> he managed to say, shaking off the remains of the shock he had endured. It was simple to brainstorm a prediction of her next comment, or so he believed. Qut thought ot was only appropriate and honest to give Morichai a correct responce. <span style='color:gray'>Yeah, urm, yes. Why, yes a am,</span> he added quickly. A peculiar expression marred his face as he politely responded, <span style='color:gray'>What about you?</span>
morichais eyes fell as she heard his words, he had someone. <span style='color:gray'>ha, i'll never have anyone... </span>she quickly smiled and changed her conversation <span style='color:gray'>this girlfriend whats her name, if you don't mind me asking. she must be nice!</span> she said sincerely, very much genuine at the time. she paused for a moment to arch her back, bringing her sore wing around to inspect a cut she had earned earlier, it was most likely going to become infected she sighed, fumbling in her bag to bring out a green jar, she twisted it open, or tried to, she couldn't get a proper grip <span style='color:gray'>umm... could you open this for me, i can't get a grip on it </span>she held the jar in her slender paw.
He watched with distress as her soft eyes fell, guilt consuming him. As he scowled at himself for his improper wording, his rich voice managed to stutter, "I mean, er, ya, I'm s-single." Qut's words rolled off his tongue in a low choke, retreating the pity he had set upon himself.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>fwweeeee! yas back!</td></tr></table> <span style='color:gray'>oh... um but you just said... sorry</span>, she blushed <span style='color:gray'> i never meant to make you uncomfortable... </span>she said patting his paw and then struggling with the jar again,her tongue sticking out slightly in determination <span style='color:purple'>ope-n!</span> it made a sucking sound as it spun open, showing a faint vanilla smelling green liquid, she slathered some on her wing, watching as it dried clear. <span style='color:red'>ahh thats better... </span>she sighed looking at her back checking for any other grazes, there was one she could see out of the corner of her eye, a thick deep one but, it was only a few centermetres from what she could see, which she hadn't noticed. umm... Qut, could you help me put some of this on the little cut on my back? i cant reach there. she placed the jar down showing her back to him, she was partly right a long (not a short) cut marred her back across the shoulderblades about twenty centermetres in length. <span style='color:gray'>i'm really sorry about all the questions, do you have any you want to ask me?</span> she added, looking round at him with her midnight eyes
