1stLt HChurch
Just call me Church
(A little late, I know.)
After walking for a few minutes, it starts to get dark. Like, really dark. The enormous dragons above are still rumbling and roaring, making all kinds of noise and what seems like a muffled dragonese language. That doesn't make me feel much better. Maisy, knowing how I'm feeling, moves closer to walk only inches from my left side. I rap my arm around her neck and half hug her for a moment as she extends a wing slightly to "guard" my back, knowing that having open darkness at my back is something I can't stand. I thankfully snatch a torch out of its holder on the wall in the gloom, where I would expect it to be. Maisy's slightly glowing eyes peer at the stick in the darkness as we slowly walk, then she glances at me. I glance at her knowing look for a moment, then I carefully extend the stick in front of her while keeping a firm grip. She blows a small whirl of fire on it, which makes the thick end ignite.
"Thanks, girl," I say to her, and she quietly rumbles in response.
We continue to walk in the quiet gloom for a while, making our way higher and higher in the stables. As we ascend, the fighting above reaches a fever pitch, then it gradually dies down. By the time we reach the third floor from the top, the fighting above has seemed to stop entirely. I am so thankful of that.
Eventually, we make it to the top, where I mount Maisy and then we fly out of the hangar at the top of the cliff. We circle around the village once, surveying the damage. Then we drop down next to our little cottage. Some of the roof is burnt, which we will probably have to fix later, but it is fine other than that. I dismount Maisy and jump into the snow, thankful for my thick boots that block out the cold of the snow. I do shake a bit, though, as chills run up my spine from the dropping temperature. Then I walk to a small side room connected to the house, and open the double doors. Piles and piles of fish are safely stored inside, and I only have a moment to get out of the way before Maisy barrels in and starts to munch on her meal. I laugh, rub her neck once, then walk into the house to warm up and grab a meal.
After walking for a few minutes, it starts to get dark. Like, really dark. The enormous dragons above are still rumbling and roaring, making all kinds of noise and what seems like a muffled dragonese language. That doesn't make me feel much better. Maisy, knowing how I'm feeling, moves closer to walk only inches from my left side. I rap my arm around her neck and half hug her for a moment as she extends a wing slightly to "guard" my back, knowing that having open darkness at my back is something I can't stand. I thankfully snatch a torch out of its holder on the wall in the gloom, where I would expect it to be. Maisy's slightly glowing eyes peer at the stick in the darkness as we slowly walk, then she glances at me. I glance at her knowing look for a moment, then I carefully extend the stick in front of her while keeping a firm grip. She blows a small whirl of fire on it, which makes the thick end ignite.
"Thanks, girl," I say to her, and she quietly rumbles in response.
We continue to walk in the quiet gloom for a while, making our way higher and higher in the stables. As we ascend, the fighting above reaches a fever pitch, then it gradually dies down. By the time we reach the third floor from the top, the fighting above has seemed to stop entirely. I am so thankful of that.
Eventually, we make it to the top, where I mount Maisy and then we fly out of the hangar at the top of the cliff. We circle around the village once, surveying the damage. Then we drop down next to our little cottage. Some of the roof is burnt, which we will probably have to fix later, but it is fine other than that. I dismount Maisy and jump into the snow, thankful for my thick boots that block out the cold of the snow. I do shake a bit, though, as chills run up my spine from the dropping temperature. Then I walk to a small side room connected to the house, and open the double doors. Piles and piles of fish are safely stored inside, and I only have a moment to get out of the way before Maisy barrels in and starts to munch on her meal. I laugh, rub her neck once, then walk into the house to warm up and grab a meal.
