Edmund had fully expected that his escort of Soleil would end at the shrine. Conversations with Mother are an intimate thing, and he hadn't wanted to intrude. Yet his friend had surprised him when she pulled kits to create kites out of seemingly nowhere. The young Ancient had taken his offered kite with a laugh, knowing better than to resist Soleil's adventures.
Her laughter rings through the air and Edmund cackles when his kite just barely survives the 'attack'. There's rain in his eyes but he hardly cares as another fit of laughter shakes him, "You don't say?" Even being waterproof, the downpour is something to behold. The kite's resilience is admirable but as they sway erratically in the wind, the Ancient doubts that they'll survive the storm.
His kite veers suddenly and Edmund has to scramble to stop it from smashing into the cavern entrance. With string tangled in his hand and wrapped around multiple fingers, he just barely saves it.
Her laughter rings through the air and Edmund cackles when his kite just barely survives the 'attack'. There's rain in his eyes but he hardly cares as another fit of laughter shakes him, "You don't say?" Even being waterproof, the downpour is something to behold. The kite's resilience is admirable but as they sway erratically in the wind, the Ancient doubts that they'll survive the storm.
His kite veers suddenly and Edmund has to scramble to stop it from smashing into the cavern entrance. With string tangled in his hand and wrapped around multiple fingers, he just barely saves it.
Edmund
Come dance in the shadows
