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31_days2009-08-10 10:19 pm
kunenk.livejournal.com) wrote in 31_days2009-08-10 10:19 pm
[August 10] [Original] Pealing
Title: Pealing
Day/Theme: August 10- out of the lightning dream
Series: Original (Sisters and Dragon)
Character/Pairing: Second-oldest, second-youngest
Rating: G
The storm is not entirely natural to her. Rain is water falling when it’s too warm to stay up in the air, but it’s still too cool for her tastes, and it hisses into steam when it touches her wings, a sensation she’s not entirely comfortable with. However, there is the lightning, and that can start fires- and she’s uncomfortable just staying inside tonight. The weather has been most unconducive lately, and she’s welcoming any opportunity to take flight.
For the sheer joy of it, she calls out into the storm, a sharp trill. She does not expect a response- her younger sister speaks out on her own terms-, but she gets one- a loud, joyful cry that almost sparks in her head.
Heading for the ground, she calls again, more cautiously this time- in the storm, she cannot afford to be taken unawares. She still is, though, having barely reached the ground before the other lands almost on her.
She transforms to human form swiftly, thinking to alleviate some of her worries- and the other does the same, their warmth covering her own.
The storm is this one’s home, she thinks, and reaches up to trace the other’s ear. She breathes out a whisper, and the other laughs, the sound pealing in the space between them.
Day/Theme: August 10- out of the lightning dream
Series: Original (Sisters and Dragon)
Character/Pairing: Second-oldest, second-youngest
Rating: G
The storm is not entirely natural to her. Rain is water falling when it’s too warm to stay up in the air, but it’s still too cool for her tastes, and it hisses into steam when it touches her wings, a sensation she’s not entirely comfortable with. However, there is the lightning, and that can start fires- and she’s uncomfortable just staying inside tonight. The weather has been most unconducive lately, and she’s welcoming any opportunity to take flight.
For the sheer joy of it, she calls out into the storm, a sharp trill. She does not expect a response- her younger sister speaks out on her own terms-, but she gets one- a loud, joyful cry that almost sparks in her head.
Heading for the ground, she calls again, more cautiously this time- in the storm, she cannot afford to be taken unawares. She still is, though, having barely reached the ground before the other lands almost on her.
She transforms to human form swiftly, thinking to alleviate some of her worries- and the other does the same, their warmth covering her own.
The storm is this one’s home, she thinks, and reaches up to trace the other’s ear. She breathes out a whisper, and the other laughs, the sound pealing in the space between them.