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Post by cogaidh on Oct 17, 2017 16:59:48 GMT -6
Adrift with Worries
Jack||Glainne
Nightmares of death and destruction plague the normally upbeat mare, that mixed with her unsure
grasp on her new blessing have sent Glainne looking for help.
Time of Day: Early Morning
Timeline: Late Fall, 1700, the start of Ayla's Rage
Weather: Chaotic winds and burning sun |
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Post by cogaidh on Oct 17, 2017 17:03:10 GMT -6
Glainne | Serora | Fury
There is freedom waiting for you, on the breezes of the sky.
And you ask, “What if I fall?” Oh but my darling, what if you fly?
Glainne was literally adrift in the wind, trying to empty her mind in Alya’s embrace. But flying wasn’t as simple as it had been, the air currents ripped at her wings and soon the young mare returned to the ground. Soon enough, she’d be back in the skies, keeping an eye on these strange currents. But for now, she needed to find someone to talk to, someone who could help her with her fears of the coming war. Walking along the lower paths of Osulas, she fluffed her wings against the early morning chill that clung to the still shadowed city, soon enough the day would heat up. An all too familiar cry had her flick her ears back as Tivy landed between her wings, her claws digging into the dense feathers.
‘I don’t like these skies,’ the hawk muttered as she began to groom herself, ‘and I don’t like getting up this early.’
“Oh hush, neither of us like mornings.”
‘Especially with you toss and turn all night keeping ME up.’
Glainne wrinkled her nose and made a face at her familiar as she examined signs at an intersection. She had been having nightmares every night for the past week, she knew the causes. Worry over her new Blessing that she was struggling to control, worry over the oncoming war, worry for her family and friends. The young mare was a stranger to such negative emotions and she didn’t know how to deal with them. So, she had gotten up with the sun, and was in search of the Shaman. While she had never had interactions with the stallion, her mentor had spoken of him a few times.
There were a few other equines up and about, shop keepers getting their stores ready for the day, gatherers making their way out of the city. She knew quite a few of them and gave greetings in return to those offered to her. Pushing back a yawn, the young mare found herself at the cave opening that she had been looking for. The home of the Shaman, Jack. After flicking her tail in uncharacteristic uncertainty, she pushed past the curtains that spanned the entrance. Slowly making her way into the front chamber of the caves.
“Hello?” Her voice was uncomfortably loud, a mix of her blessing and the silence of the room. She winced at the slight echo, and ignored Tivy’s muttered complaints.
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OOC: This takes place before the events of the Mini Plot: Schism. |
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Post by PaganStars on Oct 24, 2017 17:44:31 GMT -6
Jack With the drifting winds, Jack's own mind had been adrift for weeks. War, strangers, changes in the land and now the all too long growing silence of the goddess of the winds had Jack in a tizzy. After months of having lost himself, the prophet had finally been able to contact his goddess once more, to ask her for guidance and to forgive her for his waywardness, how he had forgotten her most basic words and lost himself. She had been kind almost and had blessed him with the ability to use his singing to a new level, to better help his people. Jack had been ecstatic, had raced home from the desert shrine and had shared his joy with his people. Deep inside, Jack had also forgiven himself that day and promised that he would better serve the people that he called family.
But then the skies had turned dark, the once wild yet helpful winds refusing to work with those graced with winds, creating hazards storms and darkening the once clear skies. It was foreboding, especially since the Seroran people had only just begun to get back on their hooves after the terrible drought. Jack had spent many wakeless nights praying and singing to the gods, hoping for anything that would indicate just what was going on among the stars. He spoke with the other Saviors, Mullahs, Advocates and even the Sultan but was only left dumbfounded as they stumbled to learn what was wrong. The former Mullah spent weeks in the desert, back and forth trips to various shrines that brought nothing but blisters along his spine and sand lodged deep in his hooves. Jack was thankful for his body, but even then he envied those that could fly so easily. But then again, even they were having the wind ripped from underneath their wings.
And so Jack had returned to his home, mind clouded by darkness as he continued to ponder and stress over what was going on, why his blessing was suddenly oh so dim. He could barely even make himself tired anymore! He had returned to Osulas deep in the night, and despite his best efforts had not been able to sleep a wink. So he found himself tiding his home after months of neglect, not even noticing when the sun began to shine through the green curtains that acted as a door. Chimmied let out gentle sounds as the curtains were parted and open, Zaboo peaking her head out from her nest of fabric that hung from the ceiling. Jack was too absorbed in organizing his herbs before he realized someone was in his home, their call altering him. Stepping out into the main room, Jack softly "Hello! Sorry, i didn't hear you enter. Come in, come in" he offered, Zaboo swinging from the various planters above. "Oh, pretty feathers" she chittered softly, though only Glainne could hear.
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Post by cogaidh on Nov 13, 2017 19:54:52 GMT -6
Glainne | Serora | Fury
There is freedom waiting for you, on the breezes of the sky.
And you ask, “What if I fall?” Oh but my darling, what if you fly?
Glainne waited a little uncomfortably for someone to answer her, she hoped that the Prophet was home, it would be bad if she was actually trespassing. Relief relaxed tense muscles as she spotted the stallion walk into the main room. Though he looked just as exhausted as she felt, this incident must be affecting him a lot more than it was her. She flicked her ears as she walked forward towards him. A second voice, with the feeling of a familiar had her head craning up towards the roof of the cavern. “Who’s are the pretty feathers? Tivy’s or mine?” She said with an amused smile, she loved talking with all the different familiars she came across. Her talent had helped quite a few of her fellow herdmates in truly understanding their familiars. The hawk fluffed up her feathers and muttered sleepily as she turned around on Glainne’s back and tucked her head tightly under a wing.
“My apologies for disturbing you, Prophet,” she said turning her attention back to the stallion before her, “I… have become quite… destressed by Alya’s growing storms.” She had an issue admitting what was troubling her, mostly because she wasn’t used to feeling this way. “It has been making my efforts to control my recent Blessing more miss than hit.” She kept her muzzle pointed away from the Prophet in case her Sonic Voice surfaced. She flexed her wings out in a shrug before pulling them back to her sides. She looked the stallion over and frowned slightly at the sun blisters that ran down his spine and grime on his pelt, he must have been out in the Sear, heading to the many shrines there.
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