She looked off into the distance wondering how she’ll get through what’s going on in her life. It was misty and cold that day and fog rolled off of the mossy cliffs almost like water. Brewlin didn’t care about that or the flames slowly dying behind her. Their crackling noise being blown away in the slight breeze that blew past her. Brewlin looked down to the shore and saw the brown and grey stones being plucked out of the sand by the deagulls, the red on their scaly coat just defined them even more.
The deagulls were much more different than seagulls like, take, for example, the fact that deagulls get their name because they are dead seagulls but with scales. Sensanaz trotted up from behind her, knowing something was wrong and his most distinguishing features became less distinguishing. His ears drooping down, red eyes started to become more purple, and the shine in his wings faded. Brewlin knew it was the loss of correct temperature.
“Quit standing so close to the fire”, she told him, “Or else you might be blown away”
Sensanaz slightly took a step forward and stretched his wings and ‘accidentally’ hit Brewlin in the back. She stumbled a bit before finally taking the restless and stubborn deagasus flying to the eastern markets. Flying over the misty fields and farmhouses it was quiet . . . too quiet even for Brewlin. Sensanaz was busy thinking about one of the purple flowers he had seen in the middle of the eastern markets. Brewlin took notice of his thinking and quiet state.
“Excuse me mister thinker but don’t you think that your tricks are a bit rusty?” She said.
Sensanaz knew what she was doing and heaved a sigh but just to be a show off he decided to do a few barrel rolls. The wind, however, had different plans for them today and blew them back a bit. It was icy and cold. Brewlin could feel that the rubber band that was in her hair fell off, which let loose her blue and purple hair. Sensanaz stopped mid-roll and went back to normal flying towards the markets. He let out a questioning nicker to which Brewlin responded with,
“We’re low on food, arrows, and we need a new saddle for you since your old one is getting too small for you.”
The rest of the flight there wasn’t too quiet and was interrupted by a flock of deasparrows flying towards them, screeching. Brewlin ducked down and Sensanaz lowered his head to avoid getting hit in the face by a beak that blew fire. Once they passed they saw it, the forty-foot ogre with its blue eyes, smashing the markets.
“Not again! This happened last week”, Brewlin groaned, ”come on Sensan we should go help the market’s guard.”
Some of the guards were already up in the air with their deagasus, but their deagasus were blue and green with shiny scales and feathers. Sensanaz was jealous, to say the least, and did a lot of work to round up the stumbling ogre out of the markets and back to the mountains. The Ogre’s Mountains.
The Ogre’s Mountains are located in the southeastern part of the land. Which happens to be the coldest part of the land because it never stops snowing. Some people try to figure out why it never stops snowing, those people haven’t been seen in centuries. Some say they’re still researching the mountains and others say they went mad from the cold.
But they were just in for a quick ‘put back the ogre because he’s destroying the markets and it’s annoying’ so they were fine as long as they didn’t wake anything up from its long nap. Or get frostbite that stings for maybe a year or three considering how their medicine is being stolen every week. Well, sometimes every other week but to Sensanaz it was almost every day if he got sick with the Winzen cold.
Well if he caught Winzen cold. But he hadn’t in the last seven months so he figured he was okay. Sensanaz sneezed at the thought of Winzen cold or any illness that he could think of really. The flight to the mountains was cold and Brewlin counted the angesheep as they flew over the farmland and fields.
The Ogre was now stumbling towards the garnet that hung in front of him, and his mountains. That’s the thing about ogres they’ll follow a prized rock for hours until they have it in their possession. That and the fact that they’re incredibly idiotic and stupid.
They’d been flying for nearly two hours when they saw the Ogre’s Mountains with their snowed on peaks and purple appearance. Brewlin was chatting to the guards about how to decrease the risk of thieves at the markets. Sensanaz rolled his eyes and did a sky-rear which nearly made Brewlin fall off of Sensanaz.
“Hey! What did you do that for?”, She looked up from Sensanaz, “Oh, we’re here.”
It was another mile to get there and would take thirty minutes if they were riding on normal deagasi but that was the one thing that Sensanaz wasn’t. For starters, he had no skin or muscle on his last three ribs or on his legs. For amateurs, his coloring was wrong even for a deagasus but he defied that law of nature by being entirely black with red eyes, under-wings, and hooves. Lastly, for people who know him well, he had no pupils or iris but for people who know him well they could usually tell where he was looking. They didn’t really know how but they could tell. Oh, and one more thing, he remembered everything from before the unknown fog came. EVERYTHING.
“Ugh, Sensanaz can’t you fly any faster?” Brewlin groaned and leaned back to look at at the sky.
That much he could do. Sensanaz put his, now shiny, wings up and leaned forward. This was like the Peregrim falcons dive bomb, quick and unnoticeable. Brewlin leaned forward with Sensanaz because if you don’t lean forward you’ll most likely get blown away.