ACT 1 SCENE 1

Authors

WILTHKING

Cast

Icarus "Solas" Eli

Published

2 years, 9 months ago

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Ere one can say It lightens—

The tide of sun atop pale fur—brimming with warmth and devote fortune of fair weather.
Against the blooming flowers of summer's breath laid the nymph in which was nestled amongst the buds, the weeds, the blooms. Carefully sorting them with airy touches yet begets with mindful paws.
A song danced in the sweet air around as he worked, soft like that of a nurturing maiden to her babe; These were babes—So delicate, so frail, so tiny.
So like him
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Babe’s Breath, Summer’s Sparkles, Tears of Babe..;
The elven wouldn’t have been aware of the forthcoming stranger if not for the breeze in his favor. It’s tendrils coaxing towards him with scent of rugged land and water-logged terrain. Stiff as he reared his head atop the golden meadow’s confines, crystalline blue eyes burned in the sun as he blinked owlishly at the perennial-colored stranger for long.
Heart thundering within it’s cage, Icarus song had long been lost within the confines of his throat. And in haste, lest he forget the memories of teeth, gathered his children against his breast with tentative jaws before attempting to flee towards forest’s path in a flash of white.
“O- Oh Prithee — no harm!” he sounded whilst bounding through the blades.
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^{If it be true angels were real no doubt this stranger was one. His voice- malleable and soft like god’s gold, scorned the nymph from cherished tracks. Luring attention away from promise of sanctuary confines and back into spotlight of weather beaten hues. Captivated He was, with lowered head, Icarus turned to slowly approach.
Yet was tenacious.
Elvhenan’s claim harbored His heart. Strong and steadfast with age-old traditions ingrained [mdash] Never to be o’er wrought. This Angel was not royal to His lineage; Not one of any He knew[mdash]A stranger. One He shouldst fear
Yet they sung beautifully.
"Nay," The Nymph fibbs with shaking vocals. His Tree isn’t far. "Who is't asks?"}

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