He carried the bag back to the camp, “she was right, the wings aren’t too strong but they still fly”, he said then landed in front of the lake and returned lyra’s wings, “there you go”
Lyra felt strange as the wings snapped back to her body, still hovering a few centimeters behind her back, not attached. "Why is it that you can fly with them but I can't..." She muttered to herself.
“Like o said, I took the wings not the curse. And the muscles were healed for me, “he said then put on the bag, “any more explanations should be answered by the guy in red eyes. Say those look nice, can I have them?”, he said joking
"The curse just keeps them from healing, not from...." She shook her head, still a bit confused. "It's just the scars that the curse applies to, not the whole wing. I don't know that much about him and his magic but father-" She stopped herself. "Ah never mind."
Drago's eyes turned back to its purple color. "What a useless power!", Drago said with disappointment.
“Ok, I won’t ask more if that’s your reaction”, he said to Lyra, “yeah I know drago but you get what you get”, he said, “Wanna help me unpack”
“You’re half dragon, thanks for reminding me again”, he said then began to walk to his cabin, “i love those creatures, they can make good companions”
"Whatever, looked like he didn't realize it!", Drago said flying higher in the sky.
"Yeah," Lyra said, looking around as they flew up higher into the air. She took in the scenery as they flew higher. "It's beautiful up here..." She gazed at the trees and the cabins and the forest from way up in the sky.
The avian steeped out of the bathroom, towel hung around his neck. He wore no shirt, just some swim trunks. His chestnut skin had a burnished shimmer. He stretched once more before stepping out into the morning sun. The camp was busy, as it was always on the second day. He groaned as he flicked water off his wings of ashen black.
Qrow looked about, before taking to the sky with a quick kick off. He beat the air with his empurpled wings and ascended into the sky. The sun painted the world below in rays of light and color. He soared in the sky, his shadow crossing over the terrain like a dark angel. He dove, and twirled. He ducked and weaved. One hour until the camp activities started.
Qrow looked about, before taking to the sky with a quick kick off. He beat the air with his empurpled wings and ascended into the sky. The sun painted the world below in rays of light and color. He soared in the sky, his shadow crossing over the terrain like a dark angel. He dove, and twirled. He ducked and weaved. One hour until the camp activities started.
He went to his room and dropped the bag beside the bed and went to sleep. He woke up and just stayed in bed.
Lyra continued to marvel at the landscape. "Wow, this would be amazing to paint..." She mused. "Don't think I could get all the supplies up here though." She laughed a bit.
"It is a possibility that we can do it! With my magic, I can keep us afloat for about 3 hours minimum time to 10 hours maximum.", Drago said with a smile.
She was now sitting outside, looking at the lake and seeing things a little differently now, guessed seeing all those things happen made her think that maybe mithology wasn't as fake as it seemed to many humans.
She looked worse for wear, as she hadn't been able to sleep more than an hour at a time and was having meltdowns left and right, and it was tiring, but she couldn't really do much about it, she'd have to get used to sleeping in the cabin. Her hair was messy, disheveled and a little oily, her eyes had maybe visible bags under them, and her eyes themselves seemed less bright than what should be considered normal for her.
Her body was wreking itself with tiny trembles here and there, as she took deep breaths, but the hubbub of the campers was too loud, eveything was too loud for her, and she stood up, walking away and into the woods beyond the camp, only seeking to quiet the insesant blare that was the campers whom had friends, whom had powers, whom could and would do things that she could only dream of and fantacized about. She grit her teeth quietly, forcing the anger out of herself. She can't get angry, she shouldn't get angry. Why the hell were they so happy when she had to deal with all of this? she thought bitterly to herself, before shaking her head and wipping her eyes, they deserve to be happy, its just her problem, she told herself, focusing on a tree, making herself focus and she leant onto it, leaning her forehead onto it and taking deep breaths, her hands on the rough bark and almost feeling the life it contained. Trees were always precious to her, magnificent and grand and quiet, and yet gentle too, strong and slow and still. They were almost the exact deffinition of what a gentle giant should be, and she smiled slightly, taking in the air that trees made possible.
She looked worse for wear, as she hadn't been able to sleep more than an hour at a time and was having meltdowns left and right, and it was tiring, but she couldn't really do much about it, she'd have to get used to sleeping in the cabin. Her hair was messy, disheveled and a little oily, her eyes had maybe visible bags under them, and her eyes themselves seemed less bright than what should be considered normal for her.
Her body was wreking itself with tiny trembles here and there, as she took deep breaths, but the hubbub of the campers was too loud, eveything was too loud for her, and she stood up, walking away and into the woods beyond the camp, only seeking to quiet the insesant blare that was the campers whom had friends, whom had powers, whom could and would do things that she could only dream of and fantacized about. She grit her teeth quietly, forcing the anger out of herself. She can't get angry, she shouldn't get angry. Why the hell were they so happy when she had to deal with all of this? she thought bitterly to herself, before shaking her head and wipping her eyes, they deserve to be happy, its just her problem, she told herself, focusing on a tree, making herself focus and she leant onto it, leaning her forehead onto it and taking deep breaths, her hands on the rough bark and almost feeling the life it contained. Trees were always precious to her, magnificent and grand and quiet, and yet gentle too, strong and slow and still. They were almost the exact deffinition of what a gentle giant should be, and she smiled slightly, taking in the air that trees made possible.
He stood up and went outside with a small blade form his bag. He made sure it was sealed and once again sat down by the lake
“Oh” Lyra smiled. “That would be nice to do sometime.” She smiled again, looking around, the wind ruffling her short hair.
We heard a click of a camera and a small little dragon, holding a camera in its claws, rushed to my shoulder then yipping & yapping. “Is that so, thanks little guy!”, Drago said it.
“Aw, who’s this?” Lyra said, cooing at the little dragon. Using her free arm, she patted its head.
“This is my friend, Frank! But he keeps calling me father for some reason.”, Drago said.
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