Dmitri Romanov
Vanir Spirit
Threads of the soft wind slipped through the wavering maples and oaks. Leaves danced hailing the druids presence. Dmitri smiled within his heart. His pulse raced, his skin grew flushed with heat. He was nervous. He hadn't been nervous in quiet sometime. A soft giggle slipped from his closed lips. Into the wind it vanished. Should any in the group listen, they would have heard it.
From her position in the sky, Isis slowly arched her neck and tilted her head. Never once did the onyx coals, she called eyes waver from Amelina. Slowly she lowered her form toward the earth. The heavenly flames that encircled her being, quickly faded. Crimson feathers adorned with shades of ruby, midnight and gold shimmer in the sunlight. Golden talons slowly open and seem to come to rest onto something that wasnt there.
As the familiar landed, in mid-air, a form began to materialize. The winds erupted from the location, expelling icy gales outward, toward the group, the forest and the sky. An alabaster cloak snaps in the wind, bare feet rest upon the soft vermillion moss. Legs appear, strong and sturdy, yet nimble and swift. A bare torse appears, toned, defined, yet thin. An outstretched right arm, appears, Isis has placed herself upon this. Bare, naked fingers dance in the wind, as the left arm appears, agile fingers waving toward the group. A pale face finally appears, eyes as bright as the heavens, crimson hair, darkened with streaks of chocalet float in the breeze.
With a voice that encompassed the hails of the angels, the judge called. His warm soathing voice cascaded through the flora, it called to the fauna. Each beast of the earth and fowl of the clouds bowed in reverance to the vanir druid. "Amelina....you called."
From her position in the sky, Isis slowly arched her neck and tilted her head. Never once did the onyx coals, she called eyes waver from Amelina. Slowly she lowered her form toward the earth. The heavenly flames that encircled her being, quickly faded. Crimson feathers adorned with shades of ruby, midnight and gold shimmer in the sunlight. Golden talons slowly open and seem to come to rest onto something that wasnt there.
As the familiar landed, in mid-air, a form began to materialize. The winds erupted from the location, expelling icy gales outward, toward the group, the forest and the sky. An alabaster cloak snaps in the wind, bare feet rest upon the soft vermillion moss. Legs appear, strong and sturdy, yet nimble and swift. A bare torse appears, toned, defined, yet thin. An outstretched right arm, appears, Isis has placed herself upon this. Bare, naked fingers dance in the wind, as the left arm appears, agile fingers waving toward the group. A pale face finally appears, eyes as bright as the heavens, crimson hair, darkened with streaks of chocalet float in the breeze.
With a voice that encompassed the hails of the angels, the judge called. His warm soathing voice cascaded through the flora, it called to the fauna. Each beast of the earth and fowl of the clouds bowed in reverance to the vanir druid. "Amelina....you called."