[Storm crackle and pop and it makes Izunia's hair wild as can be, a wavy reddish halo, but he seems to be enjoying it far more than his own dreams. And, of course, blue light is his, comfortable and warm as home.
The dragons are definitely new, though. So's the voice out of the trees - Izunia looks up, trying to track the source automatically.]
Well, I'd hate to get involved in the story.
[Ah, there. In a burst of light, Izunia is warping up the same tree after a dagger that thumps into place on a branch of the same tree - and then he sits there, feet swinging like a kid at a playground as he watches the dragons twist.
It seems a good enough place to take a break, for the moment.]
a is for all the airlocks in my inbox let's break it up a little
The dragons are definitely new, though. So's the voice out of the trees - Izunia looks up, trying to track the source automatically.]
Well, I'd hate to get involved in the story.
[Ah, there. In a burst of light, Izunia is warping up the same tree after a dagger that thumps into place on a branch of the same tree - and then he sits there, feet swinging like a kid at a playground as he watches the dragons twist.
It seems a good enough place to take a break, for the moment.]