A ship bearing Rivaini colors docks in the Gallows, and a small retinue of Rivainis dressed in bright colors comes out, escorting a strange little being. The person in between them clearly isn't a dwarf, though he's small enough to be. He also probably isn't a particularly short human, because his eyes are vibrant gold, his skin has a golden sheen, and magic hums around him. As he follows the humans, he picks up little scattered potion ingredients on the way, dropping them into their proper barrels with a smile.
The retinue approaches the Quartermaster, one Rivaini sitting down with her to discuss their golden friend volunteering. "This is the greatest contribution our town can give," the representative said. "He's the source of our prosperity, and you should treat him with respect."
The little golden man, on the other hand, doesn't seem to be paying attention. He's wandering around the courtyard, taking in all the people silently with a big smile on his face. Then he seems to choose a wall, placing his hand on it and then letting it change.
A beautiful design shimmers to life on the wall, a mural too dreamy to be real, like it only exists in the mind of the observer. It shows Kirkwall at the best it can be, but the design is a little different depending on who is looking at it. What does 'the best Kirkwall can be' mean to the observer?
Waking Sea
Sandy is a friendly but silent presence on the way to the island, spending his time running his fingers through the water and playing with a hunk of clay that he found somewhere in Kirkwall. He's made a majestically detailed model of a sea serpent by the time they make it to the beach, and he wastes no time climbing over the edge of the boat and wiggling his way onto the beach.
While most would probably be put off by the possessed dolls, Sandy perks, then makes a beeline right for them. One doll, seeming a little sad as it sags on its tree, is the first he reaches. The whispers rise on the wind, but Sandy just cups the doll's head in his hands, examining it as his gentle gold light that always seems to emanate from him intensifies into a true glow.
He's talking to the spirits in the dolls. Not with words, but in another way. Then, as if he's made a final decision, he rips the doll's head off its body and smashes it against the tree, releasing a bright flash of light and the smell of ozone and magic.
Sandy | Rise of the Guardians | Native AU
A ship bearing Rivaini colors docks in the Gallows, and a small retinue of Rivainis dressed in bright colors comes out, escorting a strange little being. The person in between them clearly isn't a dwarf, though he's small enough to be. He also probably isn't a particularly short human, because his eyes are vibrant gold, his skin has a golden sheen, and magic hums around him. As he follows the humans, he picks up little scattered potion ingredients on the way, dropping them into their proper barrels with a smile.
The retinue approaches the Quartermaster, one Rivaini sitting down with her to discuss their golden friend volunteering. "This is the greatest contribution our town can give," the representative said. "He's the source of our prosperity, and you should treat him with respect."
The little golden man, on the other hand, doesn't seem to be paying attention. He's wandering around the courtyard, taking in all the people silently with a big smile on his face. Then he seems to choose a wall, placing his hand on it and then letting it change.
A beautiful design shimmers to life on the wall, a mural too dreamy to be real, like it only exists in the mind of the observer. It shows Kirkwall at the best it can be, but the design is a little different depending on who is looking at it. What does 'the best Kirkwall can be' mean to the observer?
Waking Sea
Sandy is a friendly but silent presence on the way to the island, spending his time running his fingers through the water and playing with a hunk of clay that he found somewhere in Kirkwall. He's made a majestically detailed model of a sea serpent by the time they make it to the beach, and he wastes no time climbing over the edge of the boat and wiggling his way onto the beach.
While most would probably be put off by the possessed dolls, Sandy perks, then makes a beeline right for them. One doll, seeming a little sad as it sags on its tree, is the first he reaches. The whispers rise on the wind, but Sandy just cups the doll's head in his hands, examining it as his gentle gold light that always seems to emanate from him intensifies into a true glow.
He's talking to the spirits in the dolls. Not with words, but in another way. Then, as if he's made a final decision, he rips the doll's head off its body and smashes it against the tree, releasing a bright flash of light and the smell of ozone and magic.