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eachdraidh2015-01-24 10:09 pm
rangerandking) wrote in eachdraidh2015-01-24 10:09 pm
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{Boons are a thing of wonder. Aragorn is enjoying his first taste of magic, his grey eyes unfocused as he concentrates on the deep thrum of a spell activating. His body morphs seamlessly, which, understandably, causes him to inhale sharply.
But then it's done. He now looks through the eyes of a Sciathán Lion. Shaking his pale mane and stretching his feathered wings, he stands and lifts his chin to catch the scent of leaves, soil, living things on the air. Pale eyes aglow, he almost seems to smile.
This is a gift he will put to good use. His head dips and he slips the locket over his ears until it settles against his furry chest. There it stays as his feet pound against the ground, knocking up dirt and debris. Once he has sufficient speed, he opens his wings and lets the air catch against his feathers.
He has watched the Eagles fly - birds beyond counting too - yet nothing prepares him for the sensation of pure free flight. His feet still move, almost as if he is racing over the open air, and he roars his approval.
Back on the ground, there is a whinny of disapproval. A certain Unicorn is giving his master a skeptical look, head tilted to one side.
When will Men learn not to play with magic like it's a toy?
Aragorn makes one round in the sky, letting his wings become accustomed to flight before he lands quite near the Unicorn. Ehtyarion shakes his mane and paws at the dirt with his hoof. With an amused glimmer in his eyes, Aragorn nudges his friend gently and encourages him to follow him.
No one will be eaten today. Or any other day for that matter. He is not that sort of beast.}
But then it's done. He now looks through the eyes of a Sciathán Lion. Shaking his pale mane and stretching his feathered wings, he stands and lifts his chin to catch the scent of leaves, soil, living things on the air. Pale eyes aglow, he almost seems to smile.
This is a gift he will put to good use. His head dips and he slips the locket over his ears until it settles against his furry chest. There it stays as his feet pound against the ground, knocking up dirt and debris. Once he has sufficient speed, he opens his wings and lets the air catch against his feathers.
He has watched the Eagles fly - birds beyond counting too - yet nothing prepares him for the sensation of pure free flight. His feet still move, almost as if he is racing over the open air, and he roars his approval.
Back on the ground, there is a whinny of disapproval. A certain Unicorn is giving his master a skeptical look, head tilted to one side.
When will Men learn not to play with magic like it's a toy?
Aragorn makes one round in the sky, letting his wings become accustomed to flight before he lands quite near the Unicorn. Ehtyarion shakes his mane and paws at the dirt with his hoof. With an amused glimmer in his eyes, Aragorn nudges his friend gently and encourages him to follow him.
No one will be eaten today. Or any other day for that matter. He is not that sort of beast.}
CRIES
Who knows? [ Maglor shrugs wryly, but there is a wistful fondness in his eyes ] I am sure Elrond thought back to those days when he had a pair of his own.
...-feels bad-
He knew he was being punished for being so difficult. {He chuckles and sighs.} Arwen must have seemed even more of a gift.
good. /sniffle
I am sure she must have, but I do wonder, if your lady is so sweet as she appears. Considering her mother and grandmother.
/given so many shots today @.@
She has her own mind. I did not encounter her until after I came of age. Before then, she was residing with the Lady Galadriel.
{So, yes. Imagine him young, in love and struggling to keep her attention.}
/puts ice on
Ah, and the tales I could tell of the Lady's childhood. [ A small flicker of amusement ] I wonder who your lady takes after, in that regard.
/lives in ice
She is a mixture, I believe, of the Lady Galadriel and Lord Elrond with her brothers' mischief thrown in for good measure. {A delightful mix, truly.}
/heaps plenty on
I will have to take your word for it, I deem, for I know her only a little.