Who: Myre and Open to Anyone When: Day after the Halloween Dance in Asgard Where: Looking Glass Lake Rating: PG Warnings: N/A Summary: Myre can only take being inside for so long, and decides to stretch her wings and spend the day away from Niflheim and Emptiness.
There were few things like the sensation of flying. The currents of air under her wings, the way the wind pulled and tugged at her eyelids and the delicate spines at the tip of her tail. It was freedom, and one that she pitied the birds for not having the mind to comprehend.
She wondered if there were any mountains, any caves for Thunderdancing. She'd never done it herself, but she'd seen Mother do it, and after all she was a Shaman. Not that she had a Lair to be Shaman to at the moment, but it didn't matter. She was still a Shaman. She'd had training.
Besides, Hell was like a Lair. The same gossip and distrust and uncomfortable situation of people just shoved in to live in one space with each other.
Following her hunting, Myre went further than normal, beyond the forest - keeping clear of the vague white spot she was certain was Asgard - until she came to a lake. Snapping her wings, she curled her body to land, setting up puffs of sand as she came in like a hawk.
It was tempting to settle in to the sand as she was, and roll in it, letting it smooth and scratch her soft scales. Or to go swimming and fishing, feeling the water roll over her draconic skin.
But it was too close to the other side for her tastes, and while the temptation was strong, Myre wasn't an idiot. She settled her large orange and red bulk comfortable and then began to focus, shifting her mass into the out, shrinking and reshaping her body until the dragon was gone and a plain young woman with brown hair, dusky skin and a muscular build stood instead. Just another young woman from either Heaven or Hell, standing in some sort of medieval looking bathing suit on the sand of the lake's shores. She knew the temperature was technically too cold for a two-legger to want to prance about in a breastband and loincloth and go swimming, but she wasn't really a two-legger. And the water was so enticing...
There hadn't been big, beautiful lakes in the desert, after all.