Urna padded downslope, feeling how the tug of gravity swelled and faded as she moved, like waves rolling into shore. Cloud Bend was one of her favorite places in Verdantis' territory. Today, the cosmic clouds swirled overhead like circling vultures.
In place of a carcass, however, there stood Quinnat. Disappointing, she thought with a chuckle she couldn't quite smother at her own joke.
Urna hopped onto a chunk of floating earth and circled to gaze down (and up) upon the arriving members of her kingdom. Strange, wasn't it, that she knew so few of them. They came on wing and by foot, some through portals or shifting seamlessly from one animal form to another. Something like gravity pulled them to the center where Quinnat called them. Urna sprang lightly onto a lower slab, then heavily to the ground as the weightlessness of the anomaly faded.
She greeted the citizens she recognized—sending a nod Gabriel's way—and found herself a place to wait beside a tiny green-winged jackal.
In place of a carcass, however, there stood Quinnat. Disappointing, she thought with a chuckle she couldn't quite smother at her own joke.
Urna hopped onto a chunk of floating earth and circled to gaze down (and up) upon the arriving members of her kingdom. Strange, wasn't it, that she knew so few of them. They came on wing and by foot, some through portals or shifting seamlessly from one animal form to another. Something like gravity pulled them to the center where Quinnat called them. Urna sprang lightly onto a lower slab, then heavily to the ground as the weightlessness of the anomaly faded.
She greeted the citizens she recognized—sending a nod Gabriel's way—and found herself a place to wait beside a tiny green-winged jackal.