"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"Dragon, huh?" her voice is difficult to decipher, but there's a hint of melancholy.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
James looks over to her with a slightly raised brow. "Yes... the dragons... haven't been seen in decades, since Svida did that. The calamity followed soon after. Things... haven't been the same since. Or so I'm told. I wasn't alive for either of those world changing events."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
She shrugs. "Not really...just remembering a bit, I suppose."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"Long story short we got stuck in the mountains in a blizzard. We didn't see it coming, the storm completely blindsided us. Turned out it was a dragon coming through. Old one, too, judgin' by the way the winds were howling. Jaeger died out there."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
James was silent, nodding slightly and solemnly at the last comment. He had never seen a dragon, but he had an odd feeling that the dragons she knew were different from the ones he was familiar with.
She shrugs, trying to brush it off. "It happens. We're soldiers. I just wish he'd had the chance to die in battle."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
They both continue to travel, for the most part, in silence for the rest of the day. As the morning passed into the afternoon, the clear skies slowly filled up with dark clouds - previously looming in the distance but growing closer. Soon, the sun was swallowed up by the clouds blocking its rays, and though it was day, the land was covered in darkness. A harsh chill blew from the north. James looked over to Tasha, knowing that they'd both need to find shelter for the storm that was sure to come.
They kept their eyes open as they actively searched for a suitable shelter. The wind grew increasingly colder and the rumbling of thunder could be heard from the skies above.
She is silent, watching the clouds with concern, her icy eyes a bit afraid as she pulls her cloak tighter.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
I wonder if people felt the freedom in our culture to love louder, if they'd be quicker to say "I miss you" when the absence of someone is felt instead of just thinking it. — soundofmind
