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~.: Aden Cross:. ~ .:Rouge:. ~ .:Male:. ~ .:24:. ~ .:Human/Dark Elf:. ~
Aden felt really uncomfortable when he was not the one flying. In Avian form he was the one in control of flight but now the dragon was the one in control and Aden was at his mercy as he clung on for dear life. Rugin flew above Aden's head with unnatural speed as the blue eyed raven drifted casually along with the great beast. Aden thought he was going to fall off right then and there as Gaenor beat his powerful wings with unimaginable force while he carried them against the wind and plains towards Stonehenge. How could his people actually go up against such beasts without fear? In the past their had been wars between the dark elves and humans, far too long ago for the mortals to remember, and to think of the avians going up against such huge fiery creatures was just unfathomable. He knew his half brother Rasputin had no issue with it but then he was a full blooded Dark Elf, his avian form was twice the size of his own, and Aden's bird form was just roughly half the size of even a small dragon. Trying not to let the past disturb him, Aden's eyes was tearing up at the speed in which the black dragon soared. The distant outline of the legendary circle of stones could be barely seen through the haze of the moon. Even in the ancient tales of his own people Stonehenge was a legend and the Deep Magic it held was forever remembered and revered among the dark elves. But that was even farther then anyone could remember and far to old for the mortals to recall. But the fact that they still held the traditions of the past to support peace while the elves receded away spoke poor of the immortals while the humans upheld honor and peace, even if they did go to war every few decades. "Hey I think I see Stonehenge down there." Aden pointed towards the small form of light being and bustle of both Dragons and griffons. He was just happy to finally be close to getting off the dragon as Rugin dived for the circle.
~.:Alana Pendragon:. ~ .:Windhelm Princess:. ~ .:Female:. ~ .:21:. ~ .:Human:. ~
Alana gave the Pavalon king and princess a small nod as she recalled the words spoken by her ancestors. Her father had done the same thing every year and now the torch had been passed on to her for the continuation of this ancient tradition. Alana's silvery hued eyes flickered over to the movement of a nearby Raven alighting on the top of one of the powerful stones that made up the circle but paid it little heed when she noticed that another of her knights coming down from the skies on Gaenor. The sight of the large dragon made her realize that Sorina had arrived and Rapael gave a deep call in greeting of the dragon and it's rider. Alana focused back on the torch before her as she gestured for the king to pick up his. "I, Alana Pendragon, call forth the Deep Magic in this offer of peace between our two kingdoms. Though we may war and fight for our own land we never forget that in the darkest of times we are siblings of the east and west." She recalled the words spoken by generations as the letters on the torch began to glow and a small flame began to form on it's tip. "Together we have stood against the edge of time and uphold the swords of Peace and Will." The torch now bolstered into flames of a deep blue and violet that reflected on the royals as they stood on either side of the center table. Small embers and sparks jumped from the lit torch and Alana felt the weight of the pure magic being made lay heavy against her hand that she almost had to grip it with both arms to make sure it did not fall. It was unnatural how heavy the thing had gotten but she kept a firm grip as she looked to the Pavalon King "May we now join our fires in this moment of peace." Alana held out her torch to his ,as was custom, while the stones around her seemed to thrum with what sounded like a heartbeat of a great beast. The sword at her side seemed to give off the emotion of glee and joy as it matched the large stones pitch and hummed along. The Presence of the Deep Magic was strong inside the circle and her blood felt like it was alive as the hair on the back of her neck began to rise at the exhilaration she felt. There were no words to describe the feeling of such pure energy and Alana knew that everyone else was feeling the effects of the magic as it passed through them.
