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Post by ThatDenver on Jul 2, 2019 12:39:41 GMT -6
Serora Open Faction Thread Please keep the following in mind!- Posts must be a minimum of 175 words. There is no maximum!- No strict order is enforced, but there must be at least two posts between your own character's.- No god-moding or reading characters' minds (unless your pony is a literal telepath, anyway)
- Always get consent before harming another character!- Your team is precious. Try to interact with everyone. <3- Have fun! Even if your pony isn't. 8'D
 Artwork by Chipo-Hop3 Prompt: It is not easy seeing your beloved city in ruins. Once the jewel of Sedo, Osulas is now little more than a hole in the ground with some scattered, torn rock formations and ruins around it. But Serorans are nothing if not tenacious, and the hardy people that you are, you are determined to breathe new life into this ancient city. Several temporary tents and other housings have been erected in and around the crater, and people all around are hard at work clearing the rubble and looking for anything that might still be salvageable. Date: October 1st Time of Day: Afternoon Weather: Clear, cloudless sky with hardly any wind. Warm and pleasant. Location: The ruins of Osulas This thread is open to all characters in the Serora Faction!
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Post by Jennycallie on Jul 7, 2019 18:02:11 GMT -6
Hanani
kirin fledgling
It was certainly no place for a child. For anyone, truly; certainly the dangers of the ruins and the grief that clung to them like smoke was incongruous to any Seroran. It rang false, wrong. Against what should be the natural order.
But the fact remained that the silhouette of a child picking her way through rubble and memories was worse than any other. Not that Hanani was aware of this, of the emotions that she might be conjuring as she made her way along the rim.
Indeed, the kirin was relatively content. She knew, instinctively, that the adults were not happy, but she was too young to dwell on it for any stretch of time. She faced it every night, when she was with her father (the grim, silent version of him that he had become, anyways), but with the sun on her scales and obstacles to explore, Hana couldn't be anything but what she was: a child. So, she played, and was ignorant of the feelings of any who saw her,
Hana's cloven hooves gripped the sandy rocks with ease, and she bounded her way around and over a particularly interesting pile of rubble. Pebbles and other debris shifted as she scrambled, some of the pieces sliding with a clatter to the rim and over, into the crater below. Hana ignored this. Then-
A lizard!
The kirin froze, one hoof poised as she stared, wide-eyed, at the basking reptile. It eyed her back, unamused. It's throat billowed slowly, and Hana's tasseled tail began to wag, her eyes narrowing. If either of her fathers had been there, they would have recognized the tableaux for what it was, and had been able to intervene. But her fathers weren't there. One was lost forever to Alya's desert, and the other to grief. Osprey had taken Abram's heart and soul with him, and the shambling shell that was left was not the horse he once had been.
Thus. When Hanani squared up against an annoyed reptile on the edge of a crevasse, there was none to stop her before she could spring after the lizard. It vanished instantly into the multitude of cracks afforded to it by the rubble, and left the enthusiastic foal to scrabble and stumble in the eroding, uncertain footing set in motion by her leap.
Hana laughed, the sound incongruous with the scenery and her predicament even as her tiny hooves grasped for purchase a hair's breadth from a fall.
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Post by Warped-Desire on Jul 7, 2019 18:20:11 GMT -6
Breffed. That's what he felt. The whole where the once precious city had been was not just a hole, it was a crater in the hearts of many. Helios had not spent much time in the city that was now gone but it was part of his heart. Part of his soul and now it was just a giant hole in the ground. His feathers ruffled as he glanced around, taking in the solemn and grim looks on the faces of his herd mates, and yet he smiled... he gave that soft gentle smile he always gave and strode forward, flicking his ears as the soft clatter of rubble drew his attention He was intent on a dressing his herd mates but a small kirin esque filly drew all him attention. She was precariously poised on the top of clearly unstable rubble. He pursed his lips before moving forward, shuffling his wings as he placed himself between her and the edge of the cliff. "Careful sweetheart" he cooed softly to Her, giving that smile he always carried, "Where are your parents?, I don't think they would want you out here all by yourself. And so close to the edge... you can't fly my dear, I think you might want to step back"
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Post by seechem on Jul 8, 2019 11:17:32 GMT -6
V I R G I L
a child of the folk
'I am not afraid to keep on living, I am not afraid to walk this world alone'
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This sucked. Everything sucked. They had been sent off with Madd- Da's sister Unalaka to Osulas while the once great city was being rebuilt. Da and his partner Nero; Patre, were still back in the Oasis. Virgil had hated the moment the mercenary had made the decision to send them away. 'It's safer' he had said, 'Una will take great care of you' he'd said. It was all rubbish and awful. They had wanted to stay in the Oasis where they were sure they would be safe under the protection of their Da, but out here among the ruins?
Virgil doubted everything. Unalaka's bright green aura surrounded them every minute, and she fussed over Virgil senselessly. Eventually, the smothering conditions were too much and they signed that they needed to go for a walk.
Virgil struggled to see at first, there were only a few horses around and their auras did not cast very bright rays on the area around them. The small pegasus moved through the rubble, paying particular attention to the sensation of the gravelly, broken parts beneath their hooves. The air smelt dusty and stale, as though no life had passed this way in a while. Virgil could feel the bereavement and grief lurking like a cloud over the place, but could not understand it in relation to a place rather than a person. The remnants of a past they would never know cracked and shattered beneath their hooves and moved at their weight.
It only took a moment for Virgil to spot the young aura, that was playing in the rubble. Chasing something small and bright. They paused in their thoughtful walking to watch the youngster, shaped like something Virgil had never seen, with little scales and nubs on its head. Virgil carefully approached, seeing the aura from the child like a beacon that lit up the stones and gravel around it. It was then that Virgil noticed that the aura stopped abruptly behind the child, and that there must be some sort of drop.
A pegasus shaped entity, taller than Patre, stepped behind the child, clearly illuminating the edge of the crater behind the two. "Careful sweetheart," Virgil heard the voice. It sounded sweet like honey, and made the pegasus pause as they listened, "Where are your parents? I don't think they would want you out here all by yourself. And so close to the edge...you can't fly my dear, I think you might want to step back."
Virgil's cut twisted a moment, before they got a little closer. They scuffed their hoof on the rocks and twitched their left wing upwards, and flicked their right ear, followed by a little head toss: "You should listen to the big one." Virgil signed. They looked in the vague direction of the kind stranger and dipped their head in greeting. They were not familiar yet with Seroran customs, but decided politeness was the best way to begin.
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Post by Jennycallie on Jul 12, 2019 16:10:12 GMT -6
Hanani
kirin fledgling
A shadow fell over her, and blocked the warmth of the sun on her skin. Hana skidded to a halt, her face tilting up as she looked at the pegasus who stood in front of her and spoke. Hana's wide eyes took in Helios' wings, and she smiled brightly, tufted tail flicking back and forth. Wings reminded her of her father, the one she hadn't seen in so long. She didn't remember a lot about Osprey, she was so young and younger still when he had vanished. But she remembered love, and bright, happy times... and wings.
"Feather," Hana informed Helios in her babyish voice, eyes bright. She reached up an inquisitive muzzle, and made a soft, pleased huff as she felt the feathers brush her skin.
A scuffing sound distracted the Kirin, and she looked over her withers to see Virgil. Hana's ears flew forward as she took in the youngster, another pegasus! But this one was considerably smaller, and so very much darker, as if all the light in the world was drawn into their hair and feathers. Hana bounded forwards towards Virgil, heedless of their signs or of the rubble that still shifted underneath her hooves.
"Shiny," Hana observed, head titled as she watched the sunlight glint off of Virgil's wings. She craned her neck around to watch the similar glitter from her golden scales. "Shiny," she repeated, pleased with the parallel.
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Post by tarriedsea on Jul 18, 2019 14:23:22 GMT -6
 Wake up now, darling
The voice, a fading memory of a dream from another time, pulled him out of sleep.
One stretch of his legs and practically all his joints creaked. He blinked slowly, carefully accommodating his eyes to the bright sunlight, and yawned. The heat wasn't as oppressive today- the sole mark of Sedo's autumn- and the air underneath his tent was almost cool. The heat made him tired, and it didn't take much to push him to exhaustion these days.
He heaved himself onto his legs. More bones creaked and he grunted. His wings unfolded carefully-almost ceremoniously- and he stepped out into the light to stretch them at full span. Sighing deeply, he scanned the horizon.
Coming back to Osulas wasn't in his plans- after release from the Oasis, he wanted to hit the vast landscape again in solitude- but he heard word that scavengers were traipsing around the crater looking for found remnants of their city.
August wasn't interested in finding bobbles and trinkets. What piqued his curiosity was language. Serora was never a significantly literate culture and lacked much written communication, but if any city in Sedo had scrolls or antiquated writing, it would be here. And August was part of the minority that could read them.
Preserving their past and culture through recovering their writing: the idea jolted August awake with the fervor of a newborn.
He slung his patchwork bag over his neck and with a powerful heave, lifted himself into the air. The cavern of the city simmered on the horizon.
A gold shimmer on the crater's edge caught August's eye, and he recognized it instantly- Hanani, the child. What he would give to learn about the chaotic universe that brought her into existence.
He thumped to a landing, folding his wings back. Virgil and Helios were already addressing the filly. He heard the rumors about her father- at least the one accounted for. How he was a shadow now. It made him ache.
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Post by Mad-Manx on Jul 21, 2019 20:02:47 GMT -6
Tahla | Councillor | Stallion
There was an eeriness in returning to Osulas.
Craters and rubble littered what once was a blooming city, the earth claiming what had been sculpted buildings and bustling markets. It was destroyed almost beyond recognition, though in his mind's eye he traced the now non-existent roads of his youth, following the path his hooves had trodden for years. He could still see the city he had known and loved; the scene before him a wispy ghost compared to the vibrant landscape he remembered.
Perhaps most unnerving of all was the common day items littered throughout the chaos of the destruction. Personal effects, children's toys; all remnants of lives that were hastily packed away, a testament to the nature of their evacuation from the city. It was difficult to believe that he had stood in this very place less than a year ago.
He recognized the small kirin child, the daughter of Abram and the late Sultan, Osprey. Tahla's heart gave a twinge as he watched her scuttle along the rubble and the quick intervention of those around her. For one so young she had been through much, and despite the uneasiness her glinting scales gave him -the vision of a small kirin child slaying a wounded warrior replaying in his mind's eye- a bubble of sympathy welled in his chest.
Carefully, he began to descend the rock face, picking his way over to the small group that had formed.
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Post by seechem on Jul 25, 2019 6:32:27 GMT -6
V I R G I L
a child of the folk
'blind with Sixth Sense - mute but uses sign'
'I am not afraid to keep on living, I am not afraid to walk this world alone'
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The little aura bounded towards them, and Virgil tensed. They could make out more details of the little foal, including the scales that they had only guessed at before. "Shiny," she burbled, her head cocking to look at their wings, before looking back at her own scales, "shiny."Virgil looked down at their wings, flexing one of them a little. They could see their own dark purple aura coating their wings, and admitted there was a slight glint to them. They looked back at the little thing and signed, with a shake of their wings. "Shimmer." It was the closest sign they could think of. The sound of faint wing beats drew their attention to an aura that was descending towards them. Older, wizened. A pegasus as well. He was a softish blue colour, and radiated kindness. Virgil took a step back as the pegasus landed and gave a jovial wink to the little scaled one. Virgil went a still, unsure of what to do. Calling back to their etiquette training, they bowed to Augustine, spreading their wings in respect. They had been taught to revere their elders, and their patre had not been clear on the correct means of address here. Straightening up, Virgil kept themselves still, curled ears pinned back cautiously. Not far off, Virgil's sixth sense tingled with the presence of another equine not too far off. The dark pegasus watched each of the group for a moment, quietly grateful that so many who could see stood near the edge, as their auras lit the area around them enabling Virgil to 'see' as well. |
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Post by Warped-Desire on Jul 27, 2019 4:57:36 GMT -6
Helios offered Virgil a kind smile, sipping his head in thanks in return. He was glad his actions were appreciated, he wasn't the greatest fan of the younglings of his herd but he still adored them and wanted down to be as safe as physically possible. Standing on the precipice of disaster wasn't exactly safe, especually when that crater was where their very own city used to be... for a brief moment he felt a hole in his heart as he cast his eyes away, he had only been to the city a few times but his love for it was so deeply ingrained in his heart. He took a deep breath and returned his gaze to the small filly, smile peaking yet again as she pressed her muzzle into his feathers. With practiced ease he plucked some feathers from his wings and tucked them behind her ear before she skipped off. He chuckled lightly and followed after her, careful to keep his footing as she made her way over to Virgil. He watched her caress his scales and couldn't help an amused smile touch at his lips, "She's inquisitive for sure" he stated softly, flicking his tail absentmindedly
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Post by ThatDenver on Jul 27, 2019 14:44:38 GMT -6
The winds are picking up.
Someone brings up that it’s colder now, and that’s when you notice it – heavy clouds that have filled the sky, blotting out the sun. The wind blows violently, angrily. Across the barren landscape of once-Osulas, it’s enough to lift debris and sand. The air tastes like sand and dust in your mouths, and the wind howls against the crater.
Looking up at the sky above, the eye of the storm is some miles off, in the direction of the border. Dark clouds spiral in from across the skies, heading into that direction. Some of them bring short bursts of rain with them, but the hungry earth drinks it up.
Still, it might be best to seek cover.
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Post by kajeayn on Jul 28, 2019 17:36:08 GMT -6
Esin The wind was a live thing, toying with the ends of her scarf, flicking it playfully back and forth and merrily streaming through her tail, waving it behind her like a banner. It was a clear, wonderful day, a gift from Alya, and the wind felt like the Sky Mother herself greeting the mare as she made her way closer to Osulas. The beads along her scarf’s edge clicked and danced as the breeze wove around her, and she closed her eyes and savored the welcome embrace, allowing a soft smile to briefly touch her lips before opening them again, gazing ahead somberly. She had not been to Osulas since the incident. She had not been there the day it had been destroyed, struck by a holy blessing (and oh, how she envied the user, and the others for seeing such a sight!) and had not yet seen the remains of it. She had been… reluctant, she supposed, to see what had become of a beautiful, thriving city in the heart of her land. But it needed her. Her people needed her. She had come to see what aid she could provide, and though she was not strong, she wasn’t sure what she could rebuild with her own hooves and teke, she knew she could bring comfort and guidance to those here. And so the winds and warm sands had led her here, to the crater that had been a city, once, alongside her self assigned bodyguard and friend Bellona. She tried to ignore the dread rising in her chest as she approached the ruins, averting her eyes and focusing her attention on the group that had gathered, lifting her head with a smile as she gazed upon them. “Wind beneath your wings, my friends!” She called, gaze sweeping over the small crowd. Friendly faces all around, no doubt here to assist where they could. For a moment her heart swelled, full to bursting with love for them, for her people. “I’m so glad to see you all here. I only wish it were better circumstances.”
She stepped gingerly as she made her way towards them, as if the sand itself were fragile, feeling it roll and crunch under her hooves in a familiar way, but something felt different, here. The land felt bruised, raw from its gaping wound looming before them, and something in her heart broke as she came close enough to see the wreckage. Where once a city had bloomed like a rare flower after the rain there were only the roots where it had been upheaved, the empty cliff face stretching down below her to a barren land. The sight made her breath hitch and she blinked hard, shifting uncomfortably as she tried not to remember the reason this had happened. A remnant of that reason standing beside her, and stretching emptily out before her. Aodh.
She had wept when she had heard of the peace treaty. She was many things, but not a fool, and not as naive as some made her feel. She was educated, she knew what a puppet state was and to see her beloved land become little more then a forced provider for a country that would enslave any without the proper papers made her feel ill. The war was over, and thank Alya for that, but what was left? What was the cost?
The sky above darkened like her thoughts. She lifted her head, blinking as the wind that had caressed her roughened, brushing harshly at her coat and she dug in her hooves, resisting as it pushed at her. Her ears flattened, gazing out at the distant clouds, churning and boiling and something in her chest tightened and rumbled in answer. “Perhaps this is not the best place for us, right now.” She raised her voice, addressing not only her self assigned bodyguard and possible friend beside her, but the small group of assembled equines. Her eyes settled on the child, Hanami, and crinkled up, smiling kindly at her before looking back to the others. She had her reservations about kirins, but a child was a child. She looked again to the others, and stifled her own flash of envy for the wings she saw all around. So many pegasi here! They could fly away to safety, but some, like her, were grounded. They would have to seek out shelter elsewhere. “Have you all been here a while? Have any of you seen any place that might hold us all?” She inquired, flicking her curved ears towards the approaching storm, marching like soldiers towards them. The wind howled, blowing hot and dry over the sand, disrupting the shattered remains of houses, furniture, belongings. Storms weren’t impossible in Sedo but this one felt… ominous. Threatening. Her coat stood on end. Post#: 1 WC: 800 |
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Post by Maelorom on Jul 28, 2019 20:06:57 GMT -6
Bellona | Skirmisher | Serora
Bellona picks her way across the rubble behind Esin, she never knew Osulas, this is how she recognises it, the image of destruction before her is the only thing that comes to mind when the city is mentioned. But she is well-aware that for the others gathered in the ruins this is not such, she feels out of place, but surprisingly she does not feel guilty. Her old herd did not do this to the crown-jewel of Serora, but there is no doubt many would blame it on them, and with good reason, if not rightly. She stands only a short distance from Esin, warily eyeing the other equine that examine the ruins as the Mullah greeted them warmly. There is some comfort in the mullah's presence, and maybe, she hopes, it will bring comfort to others too
The wind was picking up, Belle tucked her wings in tighter, both in response to the chill of the wind and the coldness that the lifeless landscape caused to settle on her skin. She looked to the other wanderers who had gathered here for a moment but quickly looked away, why were there children here? She wondered, what kind of parent let their child come to a place like this? She looked down at a torn toy by her hooves but was quickly distracted by the feeling of sand pelting her face.
"It's getting cold, and the wind has picked up, you're right Esin we should find shelter. I think those broken walls over there still had part of roof?" She gestured to a distant remnant of a building that she had seen when scouting the area before looking to the others gathered, in case any of them knew if she was right.
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Post by Mad-Manx on Jul 30, 2019 22:41:30 GMT -6
Tahla | Councillor | Stallion
The rock here was unstable, uprooted and shifting since meteors had rent the earth from its rightful place. Age had done little to aid in his steadiness, and all it took was a misplaced step on the rubble to send Tahla's leg skittering out from underneath him.
There was a single, sickening moment as he crashed downwards, and all too quickly the unforgiving ground was upon him. His knees took the brunt of the fall, forcing a small grunt as the wind was knocked from the stallion's lungs. The cold air that now pushed almost violently at his back did nothing to help, and it took a great effort to heave himself to his hooves before aid could come.
Though Tahla knew he could not deny his age and how it wore on his sore body, the day he couldn't pick himself off the ground was the day that he crossed into Alya's embrace; of that he was quite certain.
"I believe you're right," he spoke gruffly, giving a nod to the two young individuals that had spoken, a stoic face masking the throbbing that now afflicted his joints. "It's better than trying to stay out here."
Tahla, only just down the rocky face, glanced balefully at the hill for a moment before forcefully wiping the expression from his muzzle. Although difficult to mask the limp in his stride, the stallion turned to face the hill with as much pride as he could muster.
"Hanani," he called back, recalling the youngster's name as he sought out the telltale glimmering scales of the kirin child. "Stay close to us; and careful on these rocks."
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Post by ThatDenver on Jul 31, 2019 13:46:31 GMT -6
The storm passes over, but the clouds remain, swirling in from across the skies. Is a destructive sandstorm on the rise? They’re not unusual in Serora, but for one to rise this quickly, this violently… Well, that is unusual. Suddenly, the earth shifts. Not like an earthquake, but as if someone is pushing the very foundations of the earth apart with a single, decisive movement. It’s not so much an earthquake as it is a simple, continuous movement, something that comes closer every passing moment. The storm in the distance breaks away, cut away clean with a single, decisive sweep. The wind still blows - it’s blowing from where the storm was gathering. The wind carries a tune, a triumphant song. A memory and a promise. Clouds drift above you again, but they are not storm clouds - they are great wings. MY CHILDRENThe voice is a joyous melody, and you find yourselves gazing up at your goddess. Her four great wings cast a shadow upon Osulas, and she stills. A great sorrow passes through her form. YOU HAVE SUFFERED SO MUCHThere is anger there, but also promise. You hear the rushing of water.NO MORE. She soars high into the skies, and the clouds behind her shine opalescent. As she fades from view, you hear the parting words: I WILL BREATHE SEDO BACK TO GLORY.And with that, it is as if a levee breaks. The edge of the crater molds. The environment shifts, gently yet decisively and then… Then the river comes rushing in.  Before your very eyes, a new stream is brought to life, flowing through what once was Osulas. |
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Post by seechem on Jul 31, 2019 16:19:34 GMT -6
V I R G I L
a child of the folk
'blind with Sixth Sense - mute but uses sign'
'I am not afraid to keep on living, I am not afraid to walk this world alone'
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Voices and auras, voices and auras. The only two things that could break into Virgil's darkness, and now there was an abundance of both. Virgil's' curled ears pinned themselves to their neck as drops of rain descended.
Two new voices, new auras approached the group, and Virgil's blind eyes widened. One of the horses approaching had something that sparked his blessing's notice; a third eye. The dark Breimian stared blankly at her, listening to her words with acute attention. She and her companion suggested shelter, and Virgil nodded mutely, spreading their wings a little to shelter themself and Hanani from the onslaught of rain. Their ears perked as the older unicorn beckoned to Hanani, and so the little pegasus offered their wing to protect the child as they moved away from the edge of the crater and towards shelter.
Even when the rain had ceased, Virgil had a sense that something was off. Their blessing couldn't pin point someone specific, or even a direction of the presence, but Virgil could tell something was happening. Panic ripped through Virgil at the obscurity of the sensation, and they startled visibly, just as the ground began to move. Virgil hurried towards the group, their blessing reaching around them to find the source of the presence and power. The wind itself seemed alive with a song of victory that made Virgil freeze, and look skyward.
"MY CHILDREN." A voice, connected to the brightest shape Virgil has ever seen. More than a crowded space, more than being held in a tight embrace. This was something so much more than they had ever seen. She had four wings that flooded the sky with Her presence, and Virgil could practically see the tangible threads of Her interwoven into the air itself. The joyous energy she radiated began to chill and turn to sadness. "YOU HAVE SUFFERED SO MUCH." The hint of anger made Virgil back up closer to the group, almost hiding themselves amongst them. They did not know how to perceive the deity, but immediately recognised Her as their patre's patron Alya. "NO MORE." Virgil felt the air shift, a current that ruffled their feather's imperceptibly, as Alya moved, and something changed.
They had never felt or witnessed something like it, but Alya's presence seemed to expand beyond Herself. Her physical tangibility began to fade, but the energy radiated downwards as Her words rang out, "I WILL BREATHE SEDO BACK TO GLORY."
The energy fell to the crater and it shifted. Virgil's whole frame bristled in alarm that they could see it at all. They felt the ground beneath their hooves rumble at the shifting, but for the first time they witnessed the world around them move along with Alya's power.
Water. Their blessing sang it just as Her energy burst bright blue and a river emerged. Slowly the glow to it flickered out, and Virgil could only hear the melodic, hushed ripple of the water flowing through its new riverbed.
Virgil stood taut among the group, short hairs stood on end, staring at the space that had only moments before been illuminated. They knew it had been barren and destroyed, but they could smell the fresh water, hear it, and feel the tangible shadow that Alya had left in Her wake. Silently, Virgil flicked their ears back and forth, rolled their shoulders and gestured towards the new river, "What was that?" they signed.
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Post by kajeayn on Jul 31, 2019 16:45:39 GMT -6
She met the gaze of the small pegasus with an iridescent gleam to their feathers, and she gave them a small, but bright smile when she realized they were looking at her. She didn’t believe she’d met them before, but there was something searching in that gaze, and she resolved to ask as soon as they found shelter. Her smile widened when they sheltered little Hanami, and she dipped her head towards them slightly, a small acknowledgement of their kindness. The arrival of a newcomer made her glance up, ears flicking up in surprise when they stumbled and fell, taking a single step towards them before her ears flattened, recognizing the pride for what it was. If they did not want help then she would not offer it, though her heart ached for want of it. The way they limped made her stomach clench but she pretended not to notice, nodding politely when they replied to her and Bellona, agreeing. She was going to offer more, perhaps a reassurance that this sudden storm would blow itself out quickly, when something shifted over her skin and her ears swiveled towards the approaching clouds. The earth shifted and rolled under her hooves, but it was as if it were steadying itself, somehow. Becoming more solid, moving to its rightful place. The sky churned, and a great shadow passed over her. She breathed deeply, then deeper, all three of her eyes widening as her head lifted, gazing fixed and unblinking as the sky opened and Alya appeared like a great cloud rushing in. The song filled every piece of her. She knew it, somehow, like she knew her own name, like she knew her Blessing, trembling under her skin as the wind sang to her, her curved ears shooting straight up. No. It couldn’t be. MY CHILDREN.“Alya,” She whispered, near inaudible. To be spoken to, to be called her child…! Tears sprang to her eyes, rolling down her cheeks and forehead in small rivulets. “Alya!”It was happening. She was truly seeing her goddess in action, the Sky Mother herself, four great wings opened and reflecting the sky itself- no, they were the sky, windows into the cosmos and beating down, reshaping as they moved. Incredible, glittering feathers shone in the light, reflecting the strange opalescent sky- and her breath caught again, the iridescence shifting in the clouds no mere trick of the sun, was it? Her legs trembled under her and she stumbled, leaning against Bellona, but her gaze never wavered from the sky, unblinking even as tears streamed down. They had suffered. They had suffered, but no more. Water flowed forth, glittering in the light, reflecting the strange, rainbow sheen of the clouds and throwing out scattered reflections, dazzling her eyes but she couldn’t look away. Her goddess had already gone, she knew that, but her gift sprang forth. She had come here to cleanse this ground, to make it anew, to bring water to the remains of their great city. It flowed forth and flooded what had been a barren wasteland just moments before, before Esin’s very eyes becoming a great, shining beacon of hope and life. No more. Their goddess had appeared and declared it was over. She had given them this gift. She had cleansed the shattered remains of the city. Overcome, Esin could only fall to her knees, a great, choking sob escaping her.
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Post by Jennycallie on Jul 31, 2019 18:50:03 GMT -6
Hanani
kirin fledgling
Hana made a soft sound of delight at the feathers, but movement distracted her. The filly turned as Augustine landed, and craned her neck to eye him fully. Virgil's movements caught her gaze however, and the kirin cocked her head, tail darting back and forth as she considered. Then she too bowed, front legs spread wide as she struggled to touch her muzzle to the earth. A gust of wind made her sneeze, and Hana lifted her head. More equines continued to gather, and Hana lifted her nose to the breeze. She found the breeze interesting, but did not like the way the sun hid behind the clouds.
Her musings were interrupted by Tahla; Hana jumped to hear her name uttered, and she fixed her large eyes on Tahla. "Careful," she agreed, then sneezed again as the wind whipped sand and other debris around them. "Careful," she repeated solemnly to Virgil, as the young pegasus offered her shelter. She pressed against them happily, utterly captivated by the canopy of their wings.
Then the sky began to speak.
Though she was the child of divine intervention, Hana was perhaps the least affected; she mirrored Virgil's energy, huddling when they huddled, relaxing when they relaxed. It was only when Esin spoke that Hanani acted independently; at the cry of "Alya", the foal's head shot up. She stared at Esin, then the rushing water, and then the sky. Alya, she knew who Alya was. Alya was who her papa Osprey had gone to visit. Most equines spoke of Alya as a friend or family member, but papa Abram only said her name in a bitter, angry voice any more.
"Alya!" Hana said, scrambling out from under Virgil's wing. She darted back to the edge of the crater, but did not look at the raging waters. She was staring at the sky. Looking for someone. "Papa?" The torrent of water masked the soft, plaintive word, but not the hope in her eyes. She paced the edge of the ruins, still looking up.
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Post by Maelorom on Jul 31, 2019 21:56:45 GMT -6
Bellona | Skirmisher | Serora
Belle searched the horizon for somewhere closer to shelter, bending her head to keep the rain out of her eyes. As she did so she caught the reply of the dark, elderly stallion. She turned to face him just as he stumbled on the jagged earth and fell. Her ears flicked back and she reached out with her teke to help. But she recoiled as Esin did, nodding in agreement with his words and watching him anxiously as he called out to the Kirin child, Hanani. Wait, she squinted in surprise, a Kirin? She hadn't noticed before, but as the rain came to a sudden and eerie halt, the clouds parting almost instantly, the child's scales glittered. But her attention was swiftly drawn away.
A strange, but beautiful sound had caught her ears, "Esin, do you hear that?" She whispered. It was like the wind was singing, she could almost here voices, a shiver ran down her spine. Such strange weather, she'd never known anything like it. She had only been in the desert for a short while and might have assumed this was a normal occurrence but for the expressions of the others. The small dark Pegasus in particular she noted, seemed to be alert and aware of something, but what she couldn't tell.
Suddenly a glorious figure engulfed the sky, her voice booming out.
MY CHILDREN
YOU HAVE SUFFERED SO MUCH
Bellona gasped, frozen as she gazed up toward the divine entity that spoke to the small group. The sound of water echoed as Esin cried out for her god. Bellona instinctively leant into the young Mullah as she stumbled, holding her up and encompassing her tightly with her wing. She looked on in awe, unable to tear her eyes from the events in front of her. In Aodh she had never seen even a statue of a god who bore wings like herself. Her eyes welled up with the beginnings of tears for a moment, she felt safe and somehow at home in the presence of this being.
NO MORE.
I WILL BREATHE SEDO BACK TO GLORY.
A river had burst forth from nowhere as the God faded into nothing but light. As Esin started to sob Bellona held her tight in her wings. Awestruck and unsure what to do she knelt beside Esin, her eyes drawn by the glistening tears that rolled down her face. Startled, she wiped them away, her teke lightly brushing Esin's face. "I've never seen a god..." she whispered in a shaky voice looking around at the others. Noticing the Kirin child escape her protector she called out "Stay away from the water little one!" she couldn't quite hear what the child was saying, but she seemed to be speaking to the now gone god. She looked to Esin again, concern gracing her face "are you ok?".
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Post by tarriedsea on Aug 1, 2019 9:47:27 GMT -6
At the rush of cold air, August's mind faded from the group and looked toward the horizon. All intent of looking for lost scrolls was abandoned. He lacked Virgil's sixth sense, but he knew this was strange. And in Sedo, the strange often preceded the important.
He leapt into the air with a thunderous beat of his wings to face the storm, light rain spotting his hide and feathers. The storm passed quickly but he didn't waver, watching the skyline.
And then she spoke.
The intangible pressure of divinity made known nearly twirled him backwards, and he scrambled to stay aloft.
This was his first time seeing her. Hearing her. Dizziness clanged around in his temples.
He had felt Alya's work, of course: heard her whispers, seen her hoof prints, danced in her sky, watched the stars shimmering in the eyes of those who had met her face-to-face. Glory he had yet to see. Glory he felt unprivy to.
He had ached for it.
It was why he spent nearly every night calling out to her, either on foot or by air. Touching her galaxies made him feel closer to a divine realm, although he could not enter it. A disgraced pegasus wasn't allowed to meet them, of course.
The last time a god manifested to him, it was for shame. Kaia turned her back to him. Kaia was lost. She had ripped away his blessing, and with it any hope of divine interference ever again. But Alya was why he settled here. The goddess whose mark he bore on his back promised hope. Grace. Redemption. She could debride the death and rotted sinew from his soul.
The brilliance of her wings flooded the sky and his vision, blinding him. He forgot to remain suspended and he suddenly fell, dozens of feet, with a loud THUMP into the sand.
Could she restore him? Could she flood his soul with the new spirit he longed for? She could repair Osulas, she could beckon the roaring waves of lifewater. Could she do the same for him?
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Post by seechem on Aug 6, 2019 13:44:48 GMT -6
V I R G I L
a child of the folk
'blind with Sixth Sense - mute but uses sign'
'I am not afraid to keep on living, I am not afraid to walk this world alone'
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No one directly answered them, typical adults, but they gauged from the various reactions of 'Alya', and the simpering, that the Goddess had graced them with Her presence. Water was now flowing through the ruins, though Virgil could only hear it. A second later and the little foal, moments before tucked beneath their wing, had bounded to the edge of the water and was shouting out to the goddess, and to her papa. Though Virgil's chest flared with pain at the sound and the shimmering sight of the child's aura, they swallowed down their emotion and looked to the others.
"Stay away from the water, little one." One of the adults called, before attending to their friend who was weeping. The one with Argus' eye on her forehead. Virgil could not understand. Sure, Alya was worshipped in Breim, but not like this. She was mostly known for links to family, but not as revered as Argus. But Virgil could hear the older pegasus weeping, and turned to see his aura. Why were they all so sad? Of course, there had been a war, but their goddess had said that was over; patre and da had said it was over...so why were they all so distraught?
Then there was the aura that had protected the foal from the crater to begin with. Virgil approached the pegasus carefully, keeping an eye on the small foal that paced the ruin's edge.
"What does it look like?" Virgil signed to the curly maned pegasus. They could only imagine that it must be something awful or wonderful that would make so many of the horses cry. They started to sign again, "Could you...describe it for me?" They could smell the fresh water on the air, the slight coolness of the droplets that had splashed out when the goddess had first summoned the wave, even hear the gentle slosh and fall of the ripples. But they couldn't see it, or imagine what it looked like, or why everyone was so overcome by it all. They started to walk a little towards the ruins, looking blankly over their shoulder to the pegasus.
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Post by Warped-Desire on Aug 6, 2019 23:24:17 GMT -6
The low rumble that accompanied Alya's visit was ungodly, otherworldly even but as the water rushed into existence Helios found himself smiling, tears of utter happiness filled his eyes as his goddess blessed them with water. There was new life where their 0recious city had once been and just like those heardmates present he wept with joy. As the tears dripped down his fave a soft voice pulled him away from the euphoria and he found Virgil close by. He offered the youth and gentle smile and followed him closely, wrapping one of his pale wings around the young soul, "Imagine the feeling of water... the fresh smell of the earth and the sparkle of aura from all living things". He guided Virgil towards the water so it wrapped around their ankles, the cool breeze wafting off the water was invigorating. Helios nudged Virgil's neck gently, "Imagine the sweet scent of morning dew, the glitter of the sun across water. All you need to know is it's gorgeous. What you see yourself in your minds eye is all in you to see. So tell me... tell me what you can see?"
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Post by kajeayn on Aug 7, 2019 18:24:23 GMT -6
The silence after the goddess left was crushing. Esin breathed in, a long, shaky inhale, but the smile she gave up towards Bellona was genuine as she leaned forward, gently nudging her neck against hers. “I’m more then ok,” She whispered back, eyes shining, even as tears still glittered on her spiky lashes, catching the sunlight. “That was… more then I could ever have dreamed.” She admitted, shaking herself out of her reverie, smile still on her lips as she touched her cheek lightly to Bellona’s. “Thank you Belle,” She breathed, and there was a faint hint of red blooming on her face when she pulled away. To be Seroran was to be familiar and comfortable with friendly touches and embraces, but somehow doing it to Bellona felt… not bad, but more intense, somehow. More vulnerable in a strange way. She didn’t know why it made her pulse flutter but she ignored it for now, lifting her head and gazing at the group around her. She was a mullah, she could not just stand aside and allow herself to be overwhelmed with emotion. Not when her people were here, standing on holy ground. Hanami’s calls for her father made something in Esin’s heart shrink, and for a moment, memories beat dark wings behind her eyes, a flash of her young voice calling for her parents, over and over, the winds howling over sand her only answer. Her attention was caught before it wandered too far as Virgil signed a question to Helios, reading the motions easily from a short distance away- she was well versed in sign language, and she watched in sudden interest as the small pegasus was accompanied by Helios to the water. Her ears perked up, and her smile widened, turning to look up at Bellona once more. “Come with me,” She said brightly, and found herself reluctant to step from the embrace of Bellona’s wing, skin prickling where her feathers brushed her coat as she walked forward. She lowered her head, eyes closing as she drank deeply from the cool water, soothing her throat, hoarse from her sobbing, before she lifted her head, stepping delicately into the water, feeling it swirl around her hooves and ankles. She moved further, letting it rise over her legs, hooves sinking into the softening bottom. “Perhaps we could all share what we have seen,” She said, turning to gaze at Virgil with a gentle smile. “The perspective of many may reveal more than the experience of one.” She raised her head again, gazing out at the sky, the clouds dispersing as quickly as they had come. “I saw the skies part, and a great figure with four wings of stars, her coat shifting like clouds. She flew in like a stormfront, so fast I could barely track her movements before she stopped high, as high as the sun itself above us, and called out. You heard her voice- it was like a song, so full of strength and victory, and her appearance was that personified. She looked upon us like her children, so full of love for each and every one of us.” She smiled, closing her eyes, picturing the image clearly in her mind’s eye. Her voice was wistful, remembering the sky goddess.
“The clouds shone with iridescence around her as she brought forth water from the cliffs around us, flooding this whole place. The water stretches far, far away from us. I’ve never seen so much water in all my life.” She admitted with a soft laugh. “All the wreckage is gone. It’s just sparkling water, now.” She kept her suspicions about Alya not acting alone to herself- it was just a feeling, after all. She had not seen anyone else. But it was water, and that was Cascade’s domain, wasn’t it? “Helios asks a good question,” She agreed, turning her head to look down at Virgil, and her eyes crinkled in a smile as she took a step closer, water rippling around them. “What do you feel, little one?”
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Post by Mad-Manx on Aug 7, 2019 22:04:19 GMT -6
Tahla | Councillor | Stallion
There was power in the storm that rushed overhead.
Clouds billowed and contorted on the skyline, refusing to give way even when the winds had passed. Dark and angry, almost violent, in nature, Tahla could not help but question if their Goddess Herself was in a foul mood this day.
As if in response, the earth below his very hooves trembled and shifted. It took great effort not to careen once more to the ground, and with alarm, his attention snapped to those around him. They appeared steady; or at least steadier than him, but before he had time to question it, he heard it.
A song burst forth from the sky itself, and in the breadth of a heartbeat, Tahla understood it was not a tune from this world. Proud and triumphant it called, thrumming in time with what felt like his very soul.
The sky shifted once more- and with it, he knew the truth. Their goddess was here, with a promise echoing across the lands.
For a moment, Tahla could have sworn time stood still- then as quickly as She had appeared, She was gone.
His heart ached as Hanani rushed forward, the plea for her father on her lips. As the others gathered, he remained silent; for a rare moment in his life, struck silent from the events he had just witnessed.
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Post by seechem on Aug 8, 2019 10:21:25 GMT -6
V I R G I L
a child of the folk
'blind with Sixth Sense - mute but uses sign'
'I am not afraid to keep on living, I am not afraid to walk this world alone'
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A gentle wing rested itself across Virgil's back, and the dark pegasus looked up at Helios. "Imagine," the stallion started, his voice soft with emotion, "the feeling of water...the fresh smell of the earth and the sparkle of aura from all living things." It was a lot to comprehend, but as the water pooled around their hooves, they let it wash in waves up and down their ankles. They looked out towards the water, and breathed deeply. Cooling, moistened air caressed their muzzle and airway, and Virgil had to let out a slight sigh at the serenity of it. They tried to imagine that much aura in one place, so bright and splendid that it would hurt their eyes to look at, almost like Alya's aura had been.
"Imagine the sweet scent of morning dew," with each breath, Virgil tried. Their best experience with the scent was grass...the journey here...they shook their head and moved a hoof in the water, letting it pull their attention back to the present. "The glitter of the sun across water. All you need to know is it's gorgeous." And the sheer melodic quality of Helios' voice evidenced the water's effect on the stallion, "What you see yourself in your minds eye is all in you to see. So tell me...what you can see?" Virgil looked up at the stallion, almost shaken by the power of the feeling in his words. Their Sixth Sense prickled at the approach of another, and their curled ear angled back at the sound of hooves and slosh of water.
"Perhaps we could all share what we have seen." Her bright aura smiled down at them, and Virgil struggled not to marvel at the third eye glistening on her forehead. "The perspective of many may reveal more than the experience of one." True. Virgil moved their wings a touch, signing for her to continue.
The mare spilled poetry from her tongue, about the sky, Alya, and the glistening pool they all now stood in. Virgil was grateful for their candor as she described sensations, sights and emotions too big for them to fathom alone. "I've never seen so much water in my life. All the wreckage is gone. It's just sparkling water now." Virgil turned from her towards where the water must stretch to fill the void of ravaged city. "Helios asks a good question," Virgil returned to look up at the mare, their ears flat to their neck as she stepped closer, "what do you feel, little one?"
Feel...see? Virgil stretched their wings so that they draped into the water, the cool waves softly brushing their feathers.
"I saw," they started signing, gesturing to the sky, "Her light. It radiated out into all of the sky. Like a patchwork quilt that She was the centre of. Then, the water." They swirled a hoof in the pool, hearing the gentle swish and feeling the ripples tickling them with movement. "It was alive with Her energy. As though a part of Her aura were present in it." They tried to dig into their memory to find the feeling. Was it awe? Was it fear? "The water was almost an expansion of Herself. Not like the sky...which She almost was a tangible part of but..." They struggled for a while to think of how to sign their emotions, and kicked the water a little in frustration, "but as though Her words, and feelings...were becoming real." They tossed their head a bit, their ears pulled back sharply as they stared blankly at where the water was.
"I can't see it anymore. But when She created it, it was...glowing." Their signing was a little clunky and fragmented as they fought to find the right way to express themself. "But I feel like the water is a hoofprint...like a physical proof of Her presence." They didn't feel that that explained how they felt quite rightly, but they looked up at the kind mare, and at Helios. "I just feel...confused." They signed slowly, as though tentative that they may receive repercussions for their lack of 'awe and wonder'. "I have only ever felt Argus in my life. They guide me, and protect me. But Alya," they moved their wings in the water, She was the giver of the feathers on their back, useless as they may be if they couldn't see enough to fly, "She made me, I think. I just do not understand." They scrunched their brows together, in both frustration and confusion as they struggled to sign, "How does this water protect us? What is She going to do?" There had to be more, She had to have a plan. The horrors of the war, at least what Virgil had heard about it; censored through the lips of their fathers, was bad. A lake was a gift to a people of the desert...but what could it do?
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Post by Maelorom on Aug 8, 2019 19:41:40 GMT -6
Bellona | Skirmisher | Serora
“I’m more then ok,” Esin whispered in reply to Belle, “That was… more then I could ever have dreamed.” A smile graced the Mullah's face as Belle watched her look out at Alya's creation. She followed Esin's gaze to the cool, azure-blue waters and felt a smile tugging at her own lips. As she felt Esin brush her cheek against Belle's own she felt her face heat up. “Thank you Belle,” she smiled back "Of course, you kind of scared me for a moment there" she said in a soft voice, embarrassment causing her gaze to flicker to her own hooves before returning to the beautiful new vista.
“Come with me,” Esin asked warmly as she slipped away from under Belke's wing, leaving the cold air to feel the empty space. Belle nodded, content to oblige, and followed the young Mullah toward the new river. As Esin stood in the shallows Belle gestitated momentarily at the waters edge. Was this holy water? As an Aodhian did she have any right to be so close to it? But as if in response a small wave of water washed up over her hooves. It reminded of her childhood on the strands, and within moments she had hurtled into the depths with a splash, sending water cascading through air as she flicked her wings. Ducking her head under as her feet left the soft sandy bank, she felt like she was flying, except her wings weren't spread. Memories of summer visits to the long, golden beaches of Valore's strands came flooding back, a giddy grin encompassed her face as she burst to the surface again.
As she emerges she catches Esin's words, they're soothing, like poetry. She floats, wings outstretched in the middle of the river, her legs kicking slowly against the sluggish current as she listens to the others near the bank. The young, dark Pegasus makes strange symbols, she recognises it as sign but can only understand a few words. She could just shape his last question "Well, water has a high value to anyone when it is so sparse," she calls out to them "but I think what you mentioned about it being proof of Alya is also important. Imagine how many equine might have lost faith during the war, this is a sign that Alya is here, and she wants to help, it gives hope to those who might have lost it..". She frowned for a moment, her mind recalling the things she had seen. Her face crinkled momentarily with painful memories before she pushed them back. "I don't know if any of you can swim, but it's nicer in here than it is in the shallows" she flicks a light spray of water playfully at them with her wings, a strange happiness fills her as she feels the water flow around her.
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Post by Jennycallie on Aug 9, 2019 19:19:16 GMT -6
Hanani
kirin fledgling
Many called out to her, but Hana wasn't listening. Her eyes were still fixed resolutely on the sky, tiny muzzle wrinkled with determination. But of course, the sky did not answer her. Alya was gone, it seemed.
Slowly, Hana's calls fell away. Eventually the filly was standing still again, the returned sun flashing off scales limned in molten gold. It might have been a pretty sight, if not for the rest of her. Hana's flagged tail had fallen, and even her ears drooped.
Listlessly, the Kirin looked down, into the waters below. Many of her herd-mates had made their way into the shallows, with more following. Her ears flicked as they talked and laughed and splashed. Equal parts fascinated with and terrified by water, Hana was normally the first to investigate it, much to Abram's concern. Today, though, the filly just stared blankly at the sparkling expanse.
Already, the details of Alya's appearance and words were blurring, softening. But the feeling of crushed hope remained, and it melded seamlessly with the ever-present pool of loss in her heart. Papa. Something swirled past her hooves, and Hana blinked. It was the feather from Helios, which she had dropped in the excitement. Hana tilted her head, considering it. Then she picked it up, her teke still clumsy.
Mahogany eyes that flashed golden in the sun's light considered the feather as it hovered before her, spinning lazily out over the void. Something flickered across Hana's face, some emotion even she couldn't have put a name to or have recognized.
Hana let the feather fall. She was silent as it drifted down, finally alighting in the water.
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Post by Warped-Desire on Aug 11, 2019 1:49:34 GMT -6
Helios smiled warmly at Virgil as he stood in the water, gentle words of encouragement easily pulling the small boy out if his she'll. Helios was glad he could have helped, even more so when a mare put in some sweet poetic words. He nodded slowly and dipped his head before answering yet another question, "Alya does things in her own way little one, she doesn't need reason behind her actions. The water is a rebirth for out ravaged land. Where lives were lost new life will flourish" She nudged Virgil gently, "You don't need vision to see her good work. You feel it in here...With the most gentlest touch Helios ran his nose across Virgils chest, giving the boy the sweetest smile he could muster. He hoped his words were enough, if not he was sure the three eyed mare, Esin, would offer her own words to it. Alya did many great things for reasons they couldn't comprehend, this time however she did it to bring hope and new life to their herd after the war. Aodh took a lot but Alya was giving it back in her own way
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Post by kajeayn on Aug 11, 2019 3:03:49 GMT -6
Esin lifted her head in surprise as Bellona splashed them, a short squeal and then a sudden laugh escaping her, high and bubbling out of her without restraint. The noise startled her, her own laughter rare to hear, at least genuinely. Her cheeks colored and she ducked her head a moment, smiling down at the water, watching their reflections all mix together as the water moved, a riot of beautiful colors rippling. “You both speak the truth,” She inclined her head to Helios and Bellona, smiling brightly at the pegasi. “The water brings us hope and life. She could not bring Osulas back, but she gave us something else. Think of it as a rebirth. It’s washing away what Aodh did to us,” She said gently. Why she gentled her voice when mentioning Aodh in front of Bellona, she wasn’t sure, but it happened without her even thinking of it. She moved tentatively further out into the water, breathing in deeply as the water rose around her, cool and pleasant against her, a thrill of fear and excitement chasing down her spine. The water frightened her, but this was Alya’s gift. Surely she should feel no fear embracing it? She stopped as the water reached her sides, her tattoos glinting gold and turquoise in the sunlight as she turned around to regard the small crowd, all three eyes gazing at them. For a moment, she was struck again, filled with a sudden, deep love for these people. Had Alya felt something similar, seeing them all gathered here? Seeing them all here in the water or at its edge sent a sharp pang through her, her chest swelling painfully. How Alya could hold so much love, she’d never know. Her eyes settled on Hanami, and a shadow passed over her face, a cloud momentarily blocking the sun. Her teke glittered turquoise, settling carefully around the feather that she had dropped in the water. It lifted, giving a gentle twirl to remove the water, dancing playfully through the air before it settled behind the filly’s ear. She smiled softly at the foal, pain glittering in the depths of her eyes. “Bellona is right,” She called, rearing up lightly and pawing at the water, sending up droplets that scattered, sparkling like precious jewels. “The water feels wonderful!” She hesitated a bare moment- was it really proper for a mullah to behave this way?- but then her eyes flickered again to the group. She leaped playfully towards Bellona in the depths, sending up a splash and another high pitched squeal, followed by another round of laughter.
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Post by Maelorom on Aug 11, 2019 20:26:53 GMT -6
Bellona | Skirmisher | Serora
Belle grinned sheepishly as Esin squealed and giggled at her laughter. She ducked her head under the water like a bathing bird, and raised it again to feel the cool water run down her face in the warm sunlight. In all her time in the desert, this was when she felt most at home. She watched, drifting slowly, as Esin gazed into the waters, and nodded in agreement with Helios' words.
She listened attentively to the mullah's reply. But when the young Mullah mentioned Aodh, Belle felt a stab of guilt and grief, her face shadowed by the emotions momentarily. She wondered if the others gathered here knew she had been one of their enemies not so long ago? She pushed the thought from her mind, it wasn't important, because that wasn't who she was anymore. Even Alya seemed to recognise that, Esin seemed to soften her voice around the word even. She felt comforted by the thought that others, while knowing her past, were willing to give her another chance.
Her mind drifted back to the shallows, Esin had made her way further into the water and had picked up a feather dropped by the Kirin child. A smile played on Belle's lips as the Mullah tucked the feather behind the child's ear. "You look very pretty with that feather" she called out to the Kirin, her eyes settling on the golden warmth of her scales "Why don't you come in and test the water? It's very nice in here." Another voice echoed after her own “Bellona is right,” Esin called out, sending a shower of water into the air. Belle laughed as it landed on her face, tickling her nose “The water feels wonderful!” Esin continued.
Without warning the Mullah leapt further into the water, sending a wave of water over Belle. Spluttering and laughing Belle lifted her wings and sent another wave hurtling back. Blinded by water her aim was not very good though, as the wave of water doused Virgil and Helios at the bank instead. As she rubbed the water from her eyes Belle realised her mistake, "Oh gosh! I'm so sorry!" She looked guiltily at the water. At least she had missed the two older equine, but it was little consolation. She felt embarrassment burning her face as she bit her lip. But as she noticed her reflection a grin cracked her face again, Esin's splash had made an absolute mess of her hair. "You made me look like an octopus Esin!" She laughed.
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Post by ThatDenver on Aug 15, 2019 13:19:49 GMT -6
Suddenly and completely without warning, four new people appear near your group. Danaë, Bix, Ashitash and Mordekai from 805: Whispering Sands have been transported to this thread. |
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