Peregrin gripped tightly onto the the dark red scales, her knuckles a bit paler than her skin. The air was rushing past her, whipping her hair around and her clothes flapping furiously. ‘Why did I even agree to this?!’ Perry thinks to herself as she tries her outmost not to look down at The Great Sea.
A series of thundering rattles reminded Perry to keep an eye out for the huge wings behind her, and again refreshing her thought. There she was, clinging to the back of the second biggest dragon she has ever laid eyes on, Khadgar not too far ahead of her, and the Great Sea all around them. When Tyran had said the other night he would offer to fly them along the coast towards Feralas, she had thought of something completely different.
But after seeing him as his true self later the same night, in that regal form, she knew she was going to have a whole different kind of journey ahead of her. So here she was, trying to not fall off the back of the former Prime Consort of Alexstrasza, on her way to Feathermoon Stronghold.
Its not even noon, and Perry can begin to see the faint shade of Feathermoon Isle on the horizon, its only an hour or so away now. Travelling like this seemed even faster than taking the Gryphon across Kalimdor.
Peregrin adjusted her position a little, trying her best not to let go of the spine spike and armor scale she was holding onto. She would not find it fun to fall off right now. ‘Urgh,, he was not joking about the saddle sore jest,,’ Perry muttered to herself, though she could barely hear herself in the rushing wind.
~Little one, I am beginning to descend now, hold on tight. The isle is not too far now.~ Peregrin feels/hears? Tyran’s voice in her mind, and wraps bot her arms around the spine spike and clenches her legs against the coarse scales. Her stomach begins to float up her body while feeling the huge muscles under her begin to shift, the huge body bending to dive down towards the sea. Her body wants to pull back, to tumble and bounce along the Red Dragon body but she presses herself firmly to the spike, praying to Elune she atlea urvive this bit of the journey.
She squeezes her eyes shut, as the sea comes barreling up towards her, but thankfully she feels Tyran pull up a few feet off the surface of the ocean. The smell of sea salt stings at her cheeks, telling Peregrin they are eerily close to the surface. She prays once more to Elune,, hoping they land in one piece.
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With a jarring thud that shook her entire body, Peregin’s eyes snap open right as she is tumbling off the side of Tyran’s back, letting out a fairly unlady like yelp. “Ack!”
She lands on the grassy shore of the island, getting a face full of grass and sandy earth. Slowly righting herself, she spits out the intruding plant life, using the back of her hand to wipe the excess off. While she is trying to clear the rest of the smuck from her face, she hears a familiar voice call out to her.
“Perry?? Perry is that you?” Peregrin looks up to see up on the shore by some refugee tents and a makeshift field hospital, Stella. Perry’s eyes goes wide as she shakily gets up on her feet and goes to meet up with her teary eyed friend. Stellanoctis hugs her friend tightly, crying in relief.
“Stella! Oh Elune, are you okay dear? Thank the stars,, is your family here too?” Perry tries to ask, but as soon as she says the word family, Stella’s eyes well up with more tears, her shoulders shaking. “Oh no,, no no no Stella, oh you poor thing, I am so so sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, sorry sorry,,” Perry hugs Stella tight to her, the young druid feeling that familiar pit in the bottom of her stomach, only able to guess how horrid Stella must feel.
The duo kept holding onto each other, weeping into each other’s shoulder. They do not take note of when Khadgar walks over to where General Shandris Feathermoon and her aides were, trying to keep them from launching an attack on Tyran before he had the chance to transform back.
Peregrin manages to recover herself first, using her hands to wipe away her tears and Stella’s. “I am sorry Stella, I’m so sorry. We, sniff, we need to uhmm, we need to help others right now. Come on, come on,, up on your feet.” Peregrin was channeling some of Khadgar’s words through herself and to Stella, know it helped her numerous time when she herself was extremely low.
Stella gets back on her feet, using her sleeve to wipe off some of the tears on her face “O,okay,, but,” Stella blinks a few times as she looks over to where the giant Red Dragon was sitting patiently on the beach, “who is,, that then?”
“Oh. yeah,, him. Uhhh,,” Peregrin smiles sheepishly, fidgeting with her fingers slightly, while Tyran takes this moment to shapeshift himself. Khadgar frantically trying to calm down Lady Feathermoon and the guards, fearing the worst case scenario as the Night Elves pulled out their weapons. However,,
“Alah darnana dor, Shandris’do. It has been many years since we last spoke,,” the robed High Elf form of Tyran appeared on the beach, walking confidently towards Shandris and the group, much to the gawking of Shandris.
“L,Lord Tyranistrasz!” Shandris rushed over to the large Dragon, while Stella more or less was in a state of confusion and mixed awe, whispering to Perry “Wait,, as in,, the first husband of,, the Life-Binder?” Perry nodded silently which made Stella go wide-eyed before, not so quietly yelling at Perry,
“You had a piggy-back ride on the King of the Red Dragons?!”
(Again, this story involves @drew-winchester ‘s OC Peregrin, and her husbando Khadgar, on a journey following the events after the burning of Teldrassil. In this part, Perry rejoins her friend (and fellow white haired druid) @kittycatkissu ‘s Stellanoctis!)
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The next one is @drew-winchester's drawing. I made her for the first on my list, because her birtday was a few days ago. So... Happy birthday, @drew-winchester! \ (^o^) /
Peregïn and Khadgar are strolling in a secret library.
The red is not really red, but dark pink. (TwT)
The coulours used in the program and on the pattern both match with the real yarn’s colour.
For the owner of the drawing: I send the pattern and the colour code to your email.
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reading about Pippin and Merry talking to tree beard in the forest of isengard (FRIGGING AWESOME) i LOVE LOVE LOVE Pippin, smartest lil hobbit ive seen...well on of the smartest!
