Post by Draconic History on Mar 11, 2009 20:44:45 GMT -6
White feet landed lightly on the blue stone. Gripping it tightly, Dizarile walked across the floor of the lake like a cat, graceful and elegant on his paws. He looked through the expanse of water, almost like liquid air, and gazed at the shoreline, almost just another hill. Dizarile leaped through the water, floating as he slowly stopped.