Post by Mik on Sept 11, 2012 13:52:03 GMT -5
((ooc: Feel free to mention the unusual activity that reflects that of our night time restlessness a bit ago from this date onward. This is more of an informational posty, but yet again, the critters still don't know the entire reason for their sudden changes in mood. c: ))
High Reaches Hold lie nestled snuggly in its mountain holding, snow covering everything as far as one could see. It was still morning and many folk remained indoors as much as possible for an icy rain was covering everything in a glistening sheet and making travel treacherous even for the most sure-footed inhabitants. Beasts had yet to venture out of their housings, settled in yet against the chilly weather of the day.
High above, an oddly shaped cloud moved in and mingled amongst the clouds that let loose the freezing rain. Moments later, slimy strands of gray fell harmlessly about the ground, lying in spiraled masses and clumps here and there that were slowly “melting” away as the icy rains pelted them.
It would be much later that anyone would see the odd piles of gray matter, what was left of them anyway, and the curiosity was going to stir. Some would dig into legends on hides long ago written. Others would go to their elders to see if they might understand these strange anomalies. Still others would recall old ballads seldom sung anymore that hinted at what this gray gunk was, earning it a possible name of old much later in the sevenday
Back at the Weyr, dragons, whers, and firelizards would be unexplainably excitable, some even greatly fretting or suddenly overprotective. Yes, something was brewing and it was something that triggered an inborn sense of protection and desire to fight. A desire that spurred the strongest urge that a dragon, wher, or firelizard was ultimate bred to do.
High Reaches Hold lie nestled snuggly in its mountain holding, snow covering everything as far as one could see. It was still morning and many folk remained indoors as much as possible for an icy rain was covering everything in a glistening sheet and making travel treacherous even for the most sure-footed inhabitants. Beasts had yet to venture out of their housings, settled in yet against the chilly weather of the day.
High above, an oddly shaped cloud moved in and mingled amongst the clouds that let loose the freezing rain. Moments later, slimy strands of gray fell harmlessly about the ground, lying in spiraled masses and clumps here and there that were slowly “melting” away as the icy rains pelted them.
It would be much later that anyone would see the odd piles of gray matter, what was left of them anyway, and the curiosity was going to stir. Some would dig into legends on hides long ago written. Others would go to their elders to see if they might understand these strange anomalies. Still others would recall old ballads seldom sung anymore that hinted at what this gray gunk was, earning it a possible name of old much later in the sevenday
Back at the Weyr, dragons, whers, and firelizards would be unexplainably excitable, some even greatly fretting or suddenly overprotective. Yes, something was brewing and it was something that triggered an inborn sense of protection and desire to fight. A desire that spurred the strongest urge that a dragon, wher, or firelizard was ultimate bred to do.
