Oh god I still need to decide on what to do for the 200 follower landmark.
I thought it wasn’t possible to fall in love with a voice but then Rythian.
Apologies about the lack of Onlyship hour last night, I’m currently sick and I figured I should probably get a good night’s sleep (I ended up sleeping for eleven hours!).
For anyone who sent in prompts, I’ll write them properly today or tomorrow, and if anyone wants to send in anymore I’ll write those too!
Prayer circle for all of us Yognau(gh)ts who miss the Yogstreams because thye conflict with school or work.
Wowza, well that certainly broke the writer’s block!
And with that, I take my leave for the night! Remember, full sized prompts are always accepted (especially for Onlyship hour, wink wink nudge nudge) so if you’d like send those in too.
lavalamp2098 asked: Orange plz
Rythian gazed into the embers of the fire, admiring their orange glow in the gathering darkness. They shifted and changed as he watched, and he found that they reminded him of Zoey.
Everything did these days, it seemed.
Now that he thought about it though, there were significant likenesses. Each one gave off a warm, happy glow by being near them, which only grew warmer the closer you drew. But they, like Zoey, would burn when pushed.
They had the same nature, too, one minute smoldering a dark orange and the next shifting to something lighter. They were always evolving, always trying so hard to do what they were best at. And if fanned and supported, they each one had the spark to grow into a brilliant flame.
ladyofthecrescent323 asked: Red
"Rythian," cried Zoey from the top of Blackrock, "come quick. You need to see this!"
"What is it?" Rythain yelled back, sprinting up the stairs, afraid of what he’d find. He emerged on the roof next to his apprentice, panting lightly. "What? Did something happen?"
In answer Zoey just pointed behind him.
Rythian turned, and the sight took his breath away. The sky was lit up with a thousand shades of red, looking like a bolt of fire ripping across the sky.
He turned to look at Zoey and noticed something amazing: she was lit up too. Her hair gleamed like the sun behind them and in the light she looked like her entire aura was glowing. She looked so happy it probably was.
The sunrise dimmed in comparison.
Anonymous asked: light blue
"Hey, Rythian?" Zoey asked, floating a few feet in the air above their desert base one perfect sunny day, "Do you like it here?"
Rythian shrugged his shoulders, absorbed in reading a book. “Yes, I suppose. I miss Blackrock, of course, but that’s just a place. We’re both here, that’s what’s important.”
Zoey shook her head. “Yeah, but I mean do you like the desert? The stillness and the openness and the, I don’t know, nessness of it all?”
He looked at her. “Sometimes, when it’s like this,” he gestured at the world around them, a cloudless expanse of sky, “I love it. If you stand still, you can here everything for miles, from the magic of the earth to a salamander scuttling under the sand. And you can see for miles with nothing in you’re way.”
They fell into companionable silence after that, enjoying each other’s company, the sky above a perfect light blue.