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[center][sub] talking with Celosia[@Kitty] [/sub] [/center]

The shadows of the forest had all but disappeared, despite it not being so far passed high noon.  There was a wrongness about the forest, the danger flicking in and out of sight, like an itch you can feel but not find.  Taran’s paced quickened, the urge to flee whatever was coming was nearly all powerful. But running...Running felt like a rabbit, like the mere effort to escape is what would draw the fox. 

Small flecks of embers flashed in Taran’t peripheral vision as a fluttering ball of fire swam in front of his eyes, startling him and slowing his pace to a stop.  It was obvious where the flame creature had come from. There could only be so many flame witches in a single forest.  

The fire creature was so much more delicate and intricate than anything he could create. The wings were flames that were nearly translucent, yet filled with brilliant oranges and reds. The creature’s very center was filled with hot white flames that faded into deep purple. 

The worry fell from Taran’s face as he reached out to the flamebeast, mesmerized by its beauty.  One of his hands reached out to stroke it's delicate wing, causing a warm, fluttering to dance across his finger tips.  

And just like that, the warmth vanished, returning to the hand of it’s master. Taking with it the distraction of the wrongness of the woods. 


“[color=708090]I cannot promise you that any of your demands can and will be met,[/color]” Said Taran quickly, as thought explaining something obvious. “[color=708090]You can meet with Alexina, she will at least listen to what you require. Nobody will make you stay if you don’t like what she has to tell you[/color],” 

The anxiety that had been building in the pit of his stomach suddenly spread though his arms and legs. “[color=708090]I-It’s Taran. My name...We shouldn’t...We can’t. We can’t be here anymore,[/color]” There was a sudden shout of the village, the scream of a man. The town had filled with fog that was slowly seeping into the woods around them. Without much of a warning, nor a glance back, Taran took off, the fog ever nipping at his ankles.