Ashy
First Post
Grouse's eyebrows knit together so tightly that it looks like a giant, tuftted, purple caterpillar has made it's home over his eyes. His mouth turns into a perfectly straight line.
Grandfather Thistle is NOT HAPPY...
He turns to Gus and then looks to the children and then down to the dandylion... Not taking his eyes off the silvery flower before him he speaks in a solemn, flat tone. There is no mistaking the gravity and seriousness in his voice. "Youngn'us, go wit' Gus and th' other faeries to th' faerie ring, as quickly as ya can. Be mindful, all of ya. I fear that th' garden is no longer safe as it once was. Gus, alert th' others as ya go, as best ya can, but d'not stray from th' quickest path to th' ring. If ya can, Gus, come back here once ya see th' children safely to th' ring..."
"...Go. Now..."
Then, Grouse begins to hum an old, old song. It is a song that is as old as the bones of the world, as old as the headwaters of the fountains that sprung up fresh from the ground when the world was brand new. A song nearly as old as the song sung by the Creator himself at the beginning of time. It begins beautifully, low and deep but it quickly becomes fierce and frightening.
Grandfather Thistle begins to dance, but it is a strange thing. It is as if the faerie is a puppet on a string and is not in control of his own movements; a jerky, disconcerting dance. The song and the dance end abrupty, on a chord that sounds like the snapping of a tree branch in the dead of winter. The sound causes one's heart to leap in one's chest...
Grouse, who has not taken his eyes from the dandylion the entire time, looks at it now, with a glimmer of hope...
OOC: Cast break enchantment
Grandfather Thistle is NOT HAPPY...
He turns to Gus and then looks to the children and then down to the dandylion... Not taking his eyes off the silvery flower before him he speaks in a solemn, flat tone. There is no mistaking the gravity and seriousness in his voice. "Youngn'us, go wit' Gus and th' other faeries to th' faerie ring, as quickly as ya can. Be mindful, all of ya. I fear that th' garden is no longer safe as it once was. Gus, alert th' others as ya go, as best ya can, but d'not stray from th' quickest path to th' ring. If ya can, Gus, come back here once ya see th' children safely to th' ring..."
"...Go. Now..."
Then, Grouse begins to hum an old, old song. It is a song that is as old as the bones of the world, as old as the headwaters of the fountains that sprung up fresh from the ground when the world was brand new. A song nearly as old as the song sung by the Creator himself at the beginning of time. It begins beautifully, low and deep but it quickly becomes fierce and frightening.
Grandfather Thistle begins to dance, but it is a strange thing. It is as if the faerie is a puppet on a string and is not in control of his own movements; a jerky, disconcerting dance. The song and the dance end abrupty, on a chord that sounds like the snapping of a tree branch in the dead of winter. The sound causes one's heart to leap in one's chest...
Grouse, who has not taken his eyes from the dandylion the entire time, looks at it now, with a glimmer of hope...
OOC: Cast break enchantment