<font color='#8D38C9'>Mia 1, 81378 I would prefer it be someone that Zei already knows, or one of Harper/Hexae's charries. If you'd like to post and aren't one of those, just ask? ---------------------------------------------- It had been a long time. It was her birthday today. Again. Another year had passed, another candle had been blown out. It had been three years since she had last returned here - three very, very long years. She was so young when she had lived here, and so young when she had left. Of course, she'd done everything in her life very young... but what was there to be done about it, now? Some part of her wished she had waited until later in life... but the rest of her was more rational, a little more intelligent about the whole thing. You couldn't change what had already happened. But you could mourn it. She still remembered the spot. It was something she would never forget - it was engraved upon her heart like the words in the stone. It was an instinct more than a memry that guided her there, that placed her paws once more on that patch of soft earth. She could still remember the last time that she had been here, which defeated the entire purpose of the past three years. She had left to forget it all, to bury herself in her work... not to return here three years later and still remember it all. She lowered her head, taking a handful of the dirt in her hand, and whispered a few guttural words to herself and spirits. "Vjyn fhamka fa kuna fa thull jasojm... fhi kum iyo mys lauba na em gauka, Karn?"</font>
<font color='#000000'>Translucent blue was scarcely the colour of choice in a dense terrestrial jungle, let alone a decent form of camouflage. Though in turn, everything had its secrets. Gyali was in plain view, not the least bit concerned by the fact that he was completely vulnerable in such a position and appearance. He had the option of making himself invisible, but the male had no thoughts of it. Pausing, the aquatic pendragon's fluked tail hung limpy an inch or two from the moist ground, momentarily flashing the image of his vertebrae. Gyali's oversized eyes swirled with black tendrils of smoke, and he slowly worked his way through the underbrush, head high. The Master's advance was halted by the sound of movement - slight movement nonetheless. His image flickered slightly and faded to an eerie half life, and Gy silently padded forward to reach a mellow scene. A small pendragon was crouching with a scoop of dirt in her fist. Gyali knew the situation all too well, and phased into full view a good pace away. "Uthat sy uthat, pots sy pots." He was no stranger to death.</font>
