Postby SorasOathkeeper » Thu Jun 02, 2005 12:58 pm
Wow...sorry Lost i think i killed your thread. ^_^;;; Any how, here's more...
After saddling and mounting their steeds, Limbar led Kaylin southwest in the direction of Crimbold Pass. They would not come to the place for many days yet to come.
Until the time came for them to seriously think of daring the frozen heights of the mountains, they would pass many towns and villages, plains, hills, rivers, and ravines. With each league left behind, Kaylin was that much closer to starting a new life with her dragon. Unconceivable dangers lay ahead for her, though these dangers would be unknown or even fathomed by Limbar, who was battling a raging torrent of thoughts and misleading feelings.
Exactly what it was she thought she must do, Limbar did not recognize it. Like an old memory stored in the depths of the mind stirred by one of the senses, she knew she had been commanded to complete a task she did not want to even think of. What was it?
Gillias shared this unpredictable ride of emotions, but knew not what it was Limbar was fighting. She sensed the good and evil deeds bestowed upon herself and her Elf, and had the will to prevail in whatever was right, even if it meant betraying those whom she had known all her life. She had the mind to protect those who she loved, trusted and adored.
Poor Kaylin: all alone in the dark world of her mind. No one to truly share her thoughts and feelings; at least not yet. All her hopes and dreams lay in the finding of a dragon she could call her own: a hatchling, nonetheless, with which she could train and one day explore the world with. That day was coming fast.