The sky was cold this morning. Soft, and baby blue; wide open and stretching as far as the eye could see, with ne'er a cloud in sight, save for the faded streaks and smatterings of white that only added to the diluted outlook of the early morning rise.
Arboris' eyelids closed, and opened, slowly. A deep well of wisdom, grown from his travels in and around the edges of the world, swirled from beyond deep emerald eyes. He watched with a soft, wandering gaze, perched up on that tree-covered hillside. Having been laying in the grass since dawn first broke, his marbled hide shone with dew; the frigid, but still-green grass was all but a fine mist of water and edging towards frost. Droplets clung to his smooth, scaly hide, and every hour or so his muscles would quiver, sending a cascade of rain to run down his sides, his legs, and his brilliant wings.
Arboris' eyelids closed, and opened, slowly. A deep well of wisdom, grown from his travels in and around the edges of the world, swirled from beyond deep emerald eyes. He watched with a soft, wandering gaze, perched up on that tree-covered hillside. Having been laying in the grass since dawn first broke, his marbled hide shone with dew; the frigid, but still-green grass was all but a fine mist of water and edging towards frost. Droplets clung to his smooth, scaly hide, and every hour or so his muscles would quiver, sending a cascade of rain to run down his sides, his legs, and his brilliant wings.