Post by :: Pandie :: on Sept 11, 2009 18:09:38 GMT -5
Magi had excellent vision. Of course, no one was about to protest that seeing as they couldn't very well tell, and if we're being completely honest here, Magi claimed she had perfect everything even with her small size. Of course, her vision would have been much better had she just shifted form, but Magi knew that to see a dragon, even one as tiny as she, would generate a better reaction then to see her in human form. She was, initially, a dragon afterall. Dragon's were magica creatures, and Magi was able to take on human form when she wished it. That wasn't very often. Magi liked to be different.
So there she was now, smaller then a bird, swandiving towards the land below that she knew as Aeren. A mere acorn falling from the trees, was she. A speck of nothingness in the large realm. Magi pictured herself a great dragon, powerful and strong and important. Magi was none of these things, but no one ever accused her of low self esteem.
Magi landed much like a stone would when being tossed into the water, skipping and bouncing until it moved no more. She landed, quite ungracefully, on her side, wings sprawled out around her. Quickly, Magi swung her feet until they landed on the ground and she could host herself up again. Her small head peered around, a serious chance of catching whiplash, to ensure no one saw the awful.. er... graceful landing.
When she was content, Magi shuddered her body, then securely tucked her wings against her sides. Her small chubby legs carried her forward, in search of the one thing she'd been searching for for centuries. The Master.
