Mm. You are not near the Station, are you my friend? I think I will warn our friends to stay clear for now. Your dream of freezing cold makes me think of Muscovy's General Winter... or worse, the Frost Wyrms of my own world. Whether it is the same beast as in my dream I know not.
General Winter I do not know - he comes when Muscovy calls him and... I think he is not dissimilar a being to our young Jack Frost - a bringer of winter. Muscovy says he has a pact with him - protection for the permission of winter to rule his lands.
As for the Frost Wyrms... I do not know. They are whispers and rumors only. But in my world not all dragons breathe fire. The cold-drakes did not have flame at all, and rumor whispers that to some of them the Enemy gave breaths of frost and cold, instead.
True, I did not think of that - although Muscovy, at least, has little understanding of the General, I think.
The Wyrms... I do not know. Rumor has it they vanished into the North, where the Snow Men live, but we did not have strongholds there. If Morgoth brought them down for the War I did not see them. Perhaps they are still there.
Mm, although I suppose they were only rumor, in the beginning - perhaps they did not exist at all? Certainly, I never encountered any, although I have had plenty of experience with both the fire-drakes and the cold-drakes. And if they do exist, well... apart from the Lossoth there are precious few folk who live in the North, and the lands there are largely unexplored. Plenty of places to hide.
Perhaps a violent storm, the likes of which none have seen before, could be mistaken as the rage of such a creature -- but then something would have to fuel the storm. My world was torn apart by such storms, but they were the result of a magical cataclysm. Not a creature, perhaps, but created by powerful forces.
That is a possibility true, but the storms created by the Valar and Maia tended to ... have a certain feel to them. Even at the height of the War, I never noticed anything of the kind, although I suppose not all are as aware of the Song as I and my kin. Still, I hope they did not exist, else there is a threat in the cold watches of my world that might yet wake from slumber.
Mm, I think so. I was never the one with foresight. [ Just a strangely prescient appreciation of the direction of the Song ] That gift went to my cousins, instead. Will you be well?
[Aubri huffs a quiet chuckle.] And so we are alike again. The gifts of the mind went to other gryphons. I will be fine. The dream was disconcerting but it is just that: a dream.
[Aubri closes his eyes, bringing to mind the clearest picture of White Gryphon that he can. Then, he sets to describing her.]
She overlooks the sea and I'll never tire of seeing the sun dance on the waves. The cliffs are white and our homes are built into them. It was the humans who decided that the walkways should take the shape of a gryphon rising into flight, but the gryphons certainly did not argue it.
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[A pause] Tell me more of this Winter? Of these Wyrms?
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As for the Frost Wyrms... I do not know. They are whispers and rumors only. But in my world not all dragons breathe fire. The cold-drakes did not have flame at all, and rumor whispers that to some of them the Enemy gave breaths of frost and cold, instead.
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What became of the Wyrms?
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The Wyrms... I do not know. Rumor has it they vanished into the North, where the Snow Men live, but we did not have strongholds there. If Morgoth brought them down for the War I did not see them. Perhaps they are still there.
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Are there not always threats slumbering somewhere?
[Aubri sighs heavily, shakes his head.] I did not mean to wake you, Maglor. You have my apologies. I... do not know how that happened.
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Nay, tis fine! I sleep little, these days. I wish I had an answer for you, but I know not.
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She overlooks the sea and I'll never tire of seeing the sun dance on the waves. The cliffs are white and our homes are built into them. It was the humans who decided that the walkways should take the shape of a gryphon rising into flight, but the gryphons certainly did not argue it.
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Do they fly together, your people? In freedom, in joy?
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