07-09-2018, 11:14 PM
[Three Days after Seasil's Trial]
Scales? Polished. Dress? Smoothed and dictating the colors of her mate-to-be. Anxiety, high... very high.
Seasil's mind was blank for a number of reasons. Namely, her trial had some and gone on the shores of Dalhurst almost like it was nothing. It was over in a snap. Just as the past was put to bed, another Manakete-- clearly well established, sought her out.
A curious, nerve-wracking, and frustrating turn of events, indeed. He had her on the back foot already. Despite formulating a few ideas of her own, she opted to form no strong opinions on the Amber male until she met with him.
Thus, with only the first sight of the new day's light, a cloaked Seasil entered a newly-crumbling church. Some windows, displaying the holy three and five, were left blasted out and abandoned. She scanned the walls, feeling small and somewhat entertained.
Certainly born of Amber... She mused to herself, considering the irony of two Manaketes colluding within these holy walls.
Still, Seasil drew her hood down, lifted her cloak off and unfolded her wings. With the usual lump in her stomach, she folded her hands in front of her and waited patiently.
Scales? Polished. Dress? Smoothed and dictating the colors of her mate-to-be. Anxiety, high... very high.
Seasil's mind was blank for a number of reasons. Namely, her trial had some and gone on the shores of Dalhurst almost like it was nothing. It was over in a snap. Just as the past was put to bed, another Manakete-- clearly well established, sought her out.
A curious, nerve-wracking, and frustrating turn of events, indeed. He had her on the back foot already. Despite formulating a few ideas of her own, she opted to form no strong opinions on the Amber male until she met with him.
Thus, with only the first sight of the new day's light, a cloaked Seasil entered a newly-crumbling church. Some windows, displaying the holy three and five, were left blasted out and abandoned. She scanned the walls, feeling small and somewhat entertained.
Certainly born of Amber... She mused to herself, considering the irony of two Manaketes colluding within these holy walls.
Still, Seasil drew her hood down, lifted her cloak off and unfolded her wings. With the usual lump in her stomach, she folded her hands in front of her and waited patiently.