Of third eyes and second chances

[Pantha]

~~~~~ Zilliah ~~~~~

It did not take him long to fall into a trance like state of his own, his entire being becoming acutely aware of everything around him though he did not move a muscle. From around them comes a great quaking as every little pebble and stone in his great garden begins to vibrate and shake. All the lines that he has drawn are now swept away as the slate is all but wiped clean and smooth again. Another breath in and out and stillness takes over again.

Three boulders, including the one she had landed on, begin to move through the bed of sand and stone, forging new gullies and paths. It had taken him a better part of a year to nearly complete the last design and in places there had sprouted clusters of flowers and rainwater had formed pools in the deeper valleys. He did not mourn that loss, instead embracing the change that would come to it in time. Petals were crushed and ground under the weight of the rocks, water seeping down into the earth and disappearing. Now a forth pillar of granite on the edge of the garden joins the others, the pace slow and precise.

[Drache]

Drache could have been asleep for the amount of attention she gave to the floating rocks. Later, when she came out of her meditative repose, she would remember Zill's careful designs as he created them, but at the moment her thoughts were turned inwards. The light summer breeze toyed with her hair and the loose membranes of her wings as she became more like the gargoyles she resembled. Eventually her chin dropped, her smooth horns sweeping forward.

After a while, she came to and decided it was time to go. Smoothly and silently, she rose to her talons and took off into the sky.