Post by Moira O'Dufaigh on Oct 2, 2013 16:56:55 GMT -8
Moira hiked up the mountain. Her black, flowing gown shimmered against the sunlight and she seemed to hover over the rocks, her movements swift and graceful. Her white hair was tied back in a french braid. She looked up towards the peak and felt a bead of sweat trickle down her neck and she swallowed, tucking herself tight against the mountain face and took a swig of water, her cheeks were flushed and she sighed, "This is going to take all day at this rate." she muttered to herself and leaned out slightly and whistled into the wind.
A few moments later a large dragon swept up against the mountain face and Moira smiled. The dragon swept in and she leaped onto it's back and it quickly shot up the mountain face. Moira held on tight and watched as witches appeared on the mountain face, manipulating it's movement and shifting potential hazardous rocks farther into the mountain to prevent them from falling. She waved as she passed by, this was her normal routine. The dragon passed a cave that Moira hadn't noticed before so she patted the dragon's side and it turned around, darting back down and swooping into the cave. It landed and folded itself into a ball, curling up, blocking off all but a small portion of the cave entrance. Moira ventured further in and stumbled upon a group of Hot Springs. She walked along the stone, which was remarkable smooth and she leaned down, resting her fingers in the warm water. She smiled and slipped the gown from her shoulders and it fell from her body. She stepped up and dropped herself into the water, sitting down, the rocks under her reorganized themselves to create a shelf for her to sit on. She exhaled, feeling the warmth of the water wash over her and it was soothing. She'd been hiking for hours and the heat felt great against her sore muscles. She leaned her head back and relaxed, "I wonder who else knows about this...?" she muttered to herself, not honestly caring even though she felt another presence in the cave, a presence other than her dragon.
A few moments later a large dragon swept up against the mountain face and Moira smiled. The dragon swept in and she leaped onto it's back and it quickly shot up the mountain face. Moira held on tight and watched as witches appeared on the mountain face, manipulating it's movement and shifting potential hazardous rocks farther into the mountain to prevent them from falling. She waved as she passed by, this was her normal routine. The dragon passed a cave that Moira hadn't noticed before so she patted the dragon's side and it turned around, darting back down and swooping into the cave. It landed and folded itself into a ball, curling up, blocking off all but a small portion of the cave entrance. Moira ventured further in and stumbled upon a group of Hot Springs. She walked along the stone, which was remarkable smooth and she leaned down, resting her fingers in the warm water. She smiled and slipped the gown from her shoulders and it fell from her body. She stepped up and dropped herself into the water, sitting down, the rocks under her reorganized themselves to create a shelf for her to sit on. She exhaled, feeling the warmth of the water wash over her and it was soothing. She'd been hiking for hours and the heat felt great against her sore muscles. She leaned her head back and relaxed, "I wonder who else knows about this...?" she muttered to herself, not honestly caring even though she felt another presence in the cave, a presence other than her dragon.
