sunderings: (and the heart is hard to translate)
SION ASTAL. ([personal profile] sunderings) wrote in [community profile] pawnstorm 2016-05-23 11:58 pm (UTC)

[ He does not see Caren's hand upon Aisha's cheek; he does not glimpse the incline of Caren's body, pressed flush and angled up for a kiss. No, the Hero King's attention has been stolen away by a pulse of magic which stems from the doorway, electric beneath the palm of his hand and tickling his fingertips. And then, all at once, it opens, the heavy stone making way for the dragon and the phoenix, now promised to one another.

So the dance has been completed, then. ]


The way has opened. [ —Sion calls, voice echoing up the path where Alice had gone. ] And what once had diminished into legend...

[ He chances a glance back, giving pause. ]

...now lives on.

[ In Caren and Aisha both.

Now then, it is time to sally forth, carry on, and Sion disappears into the archway with only the streak of his silvered hair trailing behind him. Come along, everyone, there is no time waste...! What awaits their company now is...?

An alchemist's table, littered with supples, vials and decanters full of elixirs and solutions in various stages of refinement, all brightly hued and utterly devoid of labels alongside what could be considered more 'traditional' fare: plantlife, likely from the towers themselves, and ingredients procured from avians of all manners and sizes. ]

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