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Post by brandvandet on Dec 11, 2017 15:31:25 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Serora Plot 502: Ascend  Team Leader: Nafisa Participants: Adam, Adonis, Alphonse, Jack, Nico, Oneida. 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'DPrompt: With half the nation off to war in a faraway land, your Sultan has left one fervent plea behind: "Pray for us." In Alya's continued absence, they hired a stone shaper, an Earth Manipulator, to carve steps in that holiest of Seroran sites, God's Landing. For many of Sedo's foremost leaders in religion, this is the first time you've been able to make the pilgrimage. As you climb to the highest point in Sedo and prepare to welcome the Seroran faithful to gather, what hope do you hold in your heart? Will standing on this hallowed ground make your prayers finally heard? Location: God's Landing Time of Day: Late afternoon Current Weather: Clear sky Please wait for your leader to post!
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Post by brandvandet on Dec 11, 2017 15:31:53 GMT -6
NAFISA I've no language left to say it, all I do is crave to her word count: 319 | reference | ➵➵➵ There was an uncertainty behind walking up the freshly carved staircase, the mullah felt a certain anxiety creeping through her being. God’s landing was as close as she would possibly ever be to Alya, something she craved so desperately despite her current religious affairs. Gods, even now her heart was thundering in her chest as the group climbed the stairs and, despite the clear skies and surprising pleasantness of temperature, Nafisa felt overwhelmingly uncomfortable. Perhaps the severity of the situation was dwelling on her now, she had finally soared over her religious plateau, she had finally found peace within herself, and she had seemingly found a solution to her dilemma but sending her fellow serorans to the unknown was choking her. Who would listen to her prayers now? Who, if not Alya, would watch over those risking their lives to traverse into the abyss?
It was surprising how these thoughts nearly consumed her until she and the others reached the top of God’s landing, there was an intense wave of emotions that washed over the mare. This was the first time non-pegasi had touched this place, this was the very first time she and the others would see this place with their own eyes and in Alya’s name she could not quite believe it. She had let herself become so consumed by her anxieties but in this moment she felt absolute glory. Nafisa inhaled the swirling winds that flooded God’s landing and for one brief moment she felt Alya, she felt her legacy in these winds.
That was enough to inspire her, today would be one where Serorans would once again join in prayer, if not in Alya’s name, in the name of Someone who would bring change. The gold mare spun around to face her fellow leaders, she allowed herself to smile for once and could barely muster up anything impressive to say. “It’s absolutely incredible”
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Post by loveboxer123 on Dec 15, 2017 14:53:54 GMT -6
Oneida|Serora Advocate|
Oneida had left Dyani that morning with a soft kiss on the forehead, their wings fluffed up for what was about to occur. They had left their home, spread their black wings, and flew.
They had chosen to climb instead of fly up to the Landing. It made it feel more personal, as their hooves scrambled for purchase. Oneida had never been one for climbing and it showed in their nervous fluttering of their wings. The wing earring on their right ear jangled jauntilty despite the somber mood of the journey. Oneida had been thinking this entire time. Of what, exactly, was going to occur. They allowed a stressed breath to leave them as their muscles began to ache. The ache became a steady burn that hurt, but Oneida accepted it, pushing on despite the burn. It hurt, but if thats what it took.
Then, sunlight. Wind had been whipping at Oneida for the entire journey and now it paid off. Slowly, their purple teke grabbed the beads holding their mane and tail, pulling them free and letting them whip against the whistling winds, letting the full iridescence of their wings show in the sunlight as they were spread.
The full splendor of Alya's lands sat before them, the wind whirling and tugging at their earring with a certain playfulness that made the Advocate want to bounce about like a foal. They settled for flapping their wings, tilting their head back. Frost spread on their hooves, but quickly melted away.
Vaugely, they could hear one of their fellows speak, and they answered, eyes closed against the sun.
"That it is. "
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Post by PaganStars on Dec 16, 2017 18:11:42 GMT -6
Jack
Jack had been nervous when he awoke this morning. He had risen with the sun as he had always, never one to sleep in or waste an hour of his day. There was always something to be done, something to be delivered or someone to speak to. So was the way of the Prophet, of all of Serora really. He had done his morning rituals; watering his plants, refiling insense and candles alike, preparing the day's herbs and finally sitting down to pray and offer blessings to Alya, smaller offerings made to the other gods. With that done, he had prepared for the journey to God's landing, meeting with the others and setting off. For most of the journey, Jack filled his time with quiet talk with Adonis, greatly enjoying the peaceful time and conversation with the stallion. War times gave little room for joyful conversations. He also spoke with Nico and Nafisa, asking about their journey's as Mullah's and reminiscing about his own time spent as one. It was nice and in some way, Jack could almost forget about the true reason of their trek.
When they had finally reached the newly carved staircase that led up to God's landing, Jack finally noticed the tremble that had been in his legs the entire day, lightly clutching the jade beads wrapped around his neck, the shards gently clinking together as he followed behind Nafisa, taking one last glance behind at the scenery of the ground. He wondered what everything would seem like once they reached the top. As they began their ascent, Jack couldn't help but feel a shiver of anticipation spark up his spine.
Lost in his thought, Jack had barely realized how much time had passed by the time they finally reaching the top, stepping carefully after Nafisa onto the almost flat rock, the wind curling through his hair and stealing his breath. Gods, it was so much more than he had imagined. To see all the land, the land that was gifted to them by their god, watched under and protected by. There were no words.
Clutching his beads, Jack's turned his head to the sky, almost smiling "Alya preserve us"
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Post by RainbowMist10 on Dec 17, 2017 12:29:16 GMT -6
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It was truly a remarkable time for the Seroran herd, for Sedo in general. God's Landing had been carefully carved into to allow those born without wings to climb to the very top of the plateau. When Alphonse had heard he'd be accompanying another group for the trek to God's Landing, the friesian stallion had been both equal parts elated and anxious. There was no telling what it was like up there, what the view was like, what they would witness. Would it be the same for them as it was for the flyers? There were so many unanswered questions.
After the advocate had met up with those making up the rest of the group, he set off with them, walking towards the back quietly. As they reached the newly carved stairs, the hippocampus felt his heart lurch with anxiety. The height in itself was incredible, but just the solid fact that everyone who was a Seroran could now visit the highest point of Sedo, had started to settle into the stallion. He inhaled slowly, carefully preserving air as needed as they continued to climb. The wind whipped at his mane and fins causing Alphonse to look out towards his left, eyes scanning the cast expanse of Sedo. Gods, he loved this land. The view reminded him of his mother, how much he imagined that she'd want to be here alongside him, being able to paint such a magnificent scene. Unluckily for her, she was stuck back in the capital. Alphonse let out a small pleased chuff to himself.
As the group breached the top of the ridge, Alphonse breathed in deeply, inhaling the clear and clean air of God's Landing. As he looked about, the hippocampus was floored by the view. What he could see up here, was better than any view he could see on the stairs. The joy and elation of finally being up here, being where only pegasi could fly once upon a time, made the former creator want to dance in delight. Though he held his cool and remained steadfast, glancing over at the remaining members of the traveling party. Their reason for being here was more than just to visit this holy place. Shifting his weight from hoof to hoof, the friesian nodded to what the others said, agreeing wholeheartedly.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2017 22:48:47 GMT -6
 nicodemus give me something to believe in It was not usually difficult to know Nicodemus's state of mind. He was nothing if not outspoken, and it was his persistent voice that accomplished the work he did in Serora. Whether it was the colorful tales he brought back from his travels, the news he carried, or the Sky Goddess's gospel he spread, Nicodemus had made a life with his words.
Just as much, though, it felt like his words had ruined everything.
If only he had been more careful with his dissent in that summit, if only he had spoken privately to Osprey, if only he had done any of a hundred things differently, perhaps he could have stopped this treaty, this alliance, this war. He'd let his words get away from him, though. His outburst had practically galvanized Osprey's resolve, it seemed. The memory of his Sultan dismissing him from the Talori negotiations set Nicodemus's eyes to stinging. They wouldn't have needed this festival if he'd been more careful.
Nicodemus was uncharacteristically silent during the climb. The steps lifted them through howling gusts and searing sun, but once they reached the summit, overlooking all of Sedo, the wind seemed suddenly harmonious. From up here, over the painted desert, the air sang.
He had the impulse to pull out his journal, to sketch the indescribable view of the earth from above, a world in miniature. The wind would have snatched the pages away from his grip, though, and he dismissed the urge, opting instead to gape at the infinite landscape. It was the most beautiful thing anyone had ever seen, easily. Nicodemus was sure of that.
"This incredible place." Nico said suddenly. As he broke his own long silence, his voice was almost too weak to be heard over the breeze. His single eye was roving over Sedo below. He had the thought that it looked like a map from here. "It's going to be full of soldiers soon."
He didn't look at the sky above. "She's going to help us, right?" 334 words | post 1 |
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Post by silkeye on Dec 27, 2017 22:15:53 GMT -6
NAFISA I'VE NO LANGUAGE LEFT TO SAY IT, ALL I DO IS CRAVE TO HER word count: 305 | reference | yeeeehaw➵➵➵ Eventually, as the others began to chatter Nafisa picked up on Nico’s words, “she’s going to help us, right?” it was another question she had no answer to. Whether or not her beloved missing goddess would assist them was unknown to her, but she knew if Alya was not going to respond, Someone would. Turning to face the traveling group she answered “our voices will not go unheard, not today” there was a flickering fire in her voice, she wanted to be listened to with her entire being and by Alyas name would she make it so. They would be heard. She didn’t want to tear away their attention from the land below, their Serora, it was beautiful and it was made for them. But there was an ever-present shadow looming around the edges of their world, there was no escaping it and the anxiety rolled Nafisa’s stomach into a knot, intensified by the imagery of invaders. She would not see them die here. It was hard for her to think of anything else to say while plagued with horrific images, it was hard to look at any of them in the eye while she dwelled on the thought of their blood tainting the sands. Doing her best to relax she bowed her head, desperately praying to herself that she would not have to witness any of it. Inhaling sharply then raising her head once more to mark the end of her silent prayers, however at the end she hesitated to ask for the grace of Alya, and instead spoke another name to herself. For the first non-pegasi to be atop God’s landing Nafisa had hoped some power above would be watching, Nafisa even amused herself on the thought of a snake-like Ignacio watching the mortals pray here against his people. |
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Post by fynli on Jan 2, 2018 14:27:43 GMT -6
Adonis had spent the majority of the climb in silence, save for a few words of conversation with Jack. Besides Oneida, he realized he was the only one of this group to have wings. He’d seen the summit before and couldn’t deny the excitement in his belly at the thought of the others’ reactions. He’d been here many times before with Yeshua but the sight never grew old.
The wind whipped around the group as they climbed higher, Donny allowing himself a moment to close his eyes and relish in it. Up here, he felt free from his responsibilities, free from his past guilts. There was nothing here but he and the sky. Of course, there was more to it this time. He was here to pray, beg, plead to the sky for their Mother to come back. Would She listen this time?
The collected gasps of awe coming from the non-winged of the group as they reached their destination made him smile. Truly, all the suffering his people had gone through was all worth it for this moment.
Hearing Nico’s soft comment made him pause, his heart aching at the emotion in his brother’s voice. Stepping away from Jack, Donny stood beside the mullah, staring quietly at him for a moment. With a soft breath, he pressed his forehead to the mule’s neck, closing his eyes for a brief second.
“She’ll come back,” he whispered hopefully, always the optimist.
Donny raised his eyes to the sky as others did, praying that wherever Alya was she would hear her children calling.
“In our history She came to those who needed help the most. She defeated Ignacio’s children once, surely She will not allow it again.” His voice was firm as he spoke to the rest of the group, hoping to quell their doubts.
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Post by brandvandet on Jan 4, 2018 22:17:01 GMT -6
As the oldest present, Eyrin's word goes. With a brief discussion with Noatak in which the child advised that the strange thing had been played with several times and hadn't hurt him yet, the decision was made to gingerly wrap it up and take it along to the festival tonight. You get the kids packed up and set out, a camel pulling the youngins along.
A gathering of advocates, mullahs and the prophet ought to know what to do. Of course, there's also the awe of God's Landing to deal with!
PLEASE WELCOME SERORA 506!
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jan 6, 2018 19:16:31 GMT -6
Noatak
We're just kids
we aren't supposed
to be heroes
Noa held his head low, well this wasn't what he expected to have happened. While sure he may not have gotten really yelled at. But he can only assure what all the others would think. Not only did their artifact taken away, but now the adults knew and adults talked and now they were traveling to have more talks. Noa inwardly groaned, he did not want to have a talk about how hiding the truth is hurtful.
He felt his head lower with a sigh. Noa was disappointed in himself most of all. He didn't even want to make eye contact with the others, though always tended to keep an eye out with Pearl to assure she was okay. She couldn't handle this weather and the sun like the rest of them. Born from the sea, she was. Noa walked along silently in the front of the group. Yet the more they traveled to God's Landing. The more he seemed to come back to himself. He was looking around taking in the view.
As they reached the top, Noa had a bright smile growing on his lips as he spotted him. "Uncle Donny!" he called out. His newly feathered wings ruffling up with delight. "Uncle Donny its me Noa!" he called out bouncing a bit eagerly, looking to the adults before suddenly racing off towards the others. "You have to see what we have!" he beamed with delight. Perhaps with Uncle Donny here, things would be better not so harsh. Right? Right?!
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Post by arlybarlywartek on Jan 7, 2018 15:50:23 GMT -6
This... Well, poop. Pearl really didn't want the adults to have gotten ahold of it. It was their's, not the adult's. She wondered if her father would be curious about the artifact himself, she hadn't seen him around lately, or her mother. What was it that Ry had said about her...? Pearl flicked an ear. She couldn't remember. It didn't exactly matter right now.
She watched Noa leading the small band of children along with the adults accompanying them to go upon land that was unreachable before for the regular equine species. It wouldn't have been too bad if she hadn't of felt so guilty and felt so right about not letting the adults find the artifact, she noticed how Noa seemed to have gone quiet. Pearl frowned and tucked herself in against her brother's side for as long as she could until her legs no longer could carry her. Shakes and sickness had taken over Pearl's body and she found it hard to take another step. Thankfully with her brother being her sole everything, he had picked her up onto his back and carried her the rest of the way to God's landing. It didn't stop her from nipping at his large ears and mumbling about how the sun felt awful and how she really didn't want to go with the adults up to the top.
From her brother's back, she watched Noa race to his uncle and pouted.
"Ikkie, do you think they'll punish us for trying to hide the artifact? I really could do without the seer grounding us. Being stuck in a room for an afternoon with you sulking would ruin my reading." She snorted with a faint giggle.
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Post by BlueUnicornJ13 on Jan 7, 2018 16:24:58 GMT -6
Malik | Talori | Tenderfoot
Malik moped and complained after the adults had found their artifact. They had acted just like he knew they would. They freaked out and took it away before they could figure out exactly what it was, and in true adult fashion, they probably never would tell the children what the thing was when (or if) they found out. And now they were trekking to heaven-knows-where (Malik couldn't remember what the adults had said), but at least they had the artifact with them. 'Maybe there's still a chance. Maybe we can still figure this out. The grown-ups might need our help!' The striped colt thought to himself, lost in his own thoughts until he felt his sister bump into him slightly. His green eyes shifted over to her, capturing his full attention as his brotherly anxiety over Pearl's well-being took over.
With some effort, the larger colt hoisted the slender, pale filly onto his back, carrying her the rest of the way up to God's Landing. He had grown accustomed to carrying Pearl more and more often recently, and growing larger much faster than she was, it was becoming easier. Not that he minded helping her. She was his sister and twin after all. He loved to mess and tease her at times, but he'd do as much as any foal could do to make sure she was okay and happy... even if that meant listening to her complain about the heat from the sun and going up to the top of the landing with the grown-ups.
His round ears flicked backwards when she spoke again, sensing her sulking tone. His narrowed brows created creases on his face, watching as Noatak dashed off to see his uncle before responding to Pearl. "I sure hope not... but knowing how grown-ups always ruin my fun, they might." Malik complained with a loud groan that was quickly cut off by a soft chuckle at his sister's teasing. "Don't I always ruin your reading though? It doesn't matter if I'm mad or sad." He joked back, turning just enough to nip one of her legs.
Reaching the top of God's Landing, Malik stopped and shook his body slightly. "Now get off, Pearlie. You're squishing me!" He joked, dramatically splaying his legs as if he were falling in order to ease her back to the ground.
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Post by moonlightwalk on Jan 9, 2018 4:16:11 GMT -6
Eyrin
Serora | Savior
It took awhile to get the children packed up and into the cart, some of them not so eager after getting their 'toy' taken away from them. Eyrin had tried promising it was for the better, but he couldn't change the children's feelings about it. What was most important to him was that they were safe, even if it meant ruining their fun a bit.
The trek to god's landing was... amazing. He couldn't believe that he, never having had the blessing of wings like some others in his family, would finally get to set foot in such a sacred place. His attention was divided between soft excited chatter with the other adults and keeping a nervous eyes on the kids, afraid the might do something wild and fall off the side or something. They managed to reach the top without incident however and Eyrin was too buzzy having his breath taken away in awe to keep the children from piling out of the cart, Noatak immediately making a beeline for his family.
"Hey, Noa, w-" his mild scolding came to an abrupt end as he spotted Adonis standing amongst the others gathered. His mouth immediately snapped shut and his eyes turned away. He wasn't up to saying anything about Noatak where the other stallion was concerned, the last time they had any contact still fresh in his mind.
He ushered the children forward, teke gripping the wrapped object they had brought along. He eyed the others, inching towards Nico, who he gave a soft smile. They were all family, but that didn't mean Eyrin wasn't more comfortable amongst those he knew more closely. He nodded at the others, muttering his greetings, but glancing at the ground when his eyes passed Adonis.
"My apologies for the interruption," he started, making eye contact with the other adults he came with, hopefully conveying the message they were free to step any time -seriously any time- they wanted to. "We've come seeking the wisdom of the Mullah," he continued, holding out the trinket the children had been playing with. "We -or rather the children-," he eyed the little sneaks fondly, "have found this object. We've never seen anything like it before and wondered if the Mullah could give us answers."
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Post by moonlightwalk on Jan 9, 2018 4:40:14 GMT -6
Inigo
Serora | Outsider
Inigo had been pouting ever since Eyrin had pulled him away from the interesting looking toy. If he had had the words for it, he would have called Eyrin a spoil sport and Pangolin a traitor for ratting them out like that. As it were right now however, he was left glowering and pouting, spouting of petty protests that fell on deaf ears as they were pushed in a cart -like Inigo couldn't fly where he wanted- and took of on a journey that took waaay too long. He spent the rest of the ride trying to start games, complaining about his -okay, their he supposed- toy being taken away, complaining about being bored and asking 'if they were there yet'. At one point he had leaned over the cart's side, considered the fact that they were pretty high right now and wondered how far he would be able to fly if he jumped of the edge. He never got to find out, because one of the adults had pushed him back towards the inside of the cart, telling him to stay there. He pouted some more.
He was pretty excited when they finally reached an end and darted off the cart, almost nosediving into the dirt as he did. Any cultural significance of the place he was in, was completely lost on the kid as he took to racing after Noa, having developed an instant like for all the other children, except for Pearl. Pearl was mean and didn't understand how hard flying was. He'd be willing to forgive her though.
He slowed a bit, wary of the strange adults now before him, and eyed them suspiciously. Apparently one of them was Uncle though and Inigo decided that meant that that one was to be trusted. He had great experience with Uncles after all, Uncles were great! He offered a bright smile, chirping a "Hi, Uncle Donny" as well.
Then Noatak mentioned the toy and he was back to being sullen. "It's not fair," he lamented for the umpteenth time, now addressing Adonis apparently, hoping this uncle would listen to them. Uncles tended to be pretty cool after all. "It's ours. We found it." He had forgotten he actually hadn't been part in finding it at all.
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Post by lovellatorendo on Jan 9, 2018 13:53:44 GMT -6
Andinelovellatorendo.deviantart.com/art/SA-Andine-Serora-Folk-705719030
They were going to God’s Landing, Andine had known this since the night before. The Sultan’s council had announced at the end of the most recent festival that the remote location would be set up as a temporary sanctuary for the civilians of Serora and that yet another festival would be held when everyone arrived. The girl had some mixed feelings about that but those aren’t to point at the moment. She’d known they were going and yet somehow this hadn’t connected in her head with her child watching duties. Her assumption had been that the foal watching would happen as normal, the parents would come collect their foals as normal and then she would be traveling with her immediate family and nomadic group as normal. Of course, she should have remembered that nothing was happening as normal these days.
With the advance party sent ahead to prepare that meant there were no Mullahs left in the city. So even if Eyrin had been inclined to agree with her over cautious suggestion they couldn’t have followed through with it and maybe that was why he decided to do something different. As a junior sitter she wasn’t always privy to all of the information when she was paired with an adult team. That being the case she really shouldn’t have been surprised when he informed her that they were responsible not only for watching this group of foals today but for seeing them safely to God’s Landing. The news did both surprise and disappoint her though she made a great effort not to look surprised or disappointed because Eyrin seemed to be taking it in stride and she didn’t want to be deemed unsuitable for her job. In the spirit of keeping up that good face she gamely aided him in procuring a camel-cart as well as loading the children and off they went.
On the few occasions when her traveling band visited the Landing she’d had to stay in the ground camp with mother because… no wings. This time though, if things are really as everyone said they were, she would actually be able to see everything and this raised her spirits a little. At the bottom of the brand new stairs a pair of the bigger children insisted that they wanted to climb instead of riding the cart up the supply ramp that skirted those steps. Andine’s answer to this request was little more than a bewildered look. Personally she’d rather ride the cart having had her fill of stairs in Osulas but that wasn’t an option for her. She didn’t see any reason to argue with the pair though and they attacked the climb gamely. The filly did fade before the end but big brother, at least she assumed they were siblings given their behavior, came to the rescue. So it was that they all arrived at the top without incident.
Eyrin moved forward without delay, to announce their arrival and seek the help they required. The painted girl nodded to him with a smile, easily giving way to his position of age and authority. She certainly didn’t want to be the one speaking with whatever Mullah they found, they had always intimidated her. Instead she turned towards the pair of siblings, ignoring the mutterings from the younger ones in the cart. They could clearly get down on their own seeing as one had already done so. She kept a wary eye on the edges of the plateau should anyone make a dash towards that danger zone and also cast occasional searching glances skyward for Thunderbirds. Otherwise her attention focused on the two Talori children (Pearl & Malik). He voice is kept low so as not to interrupt Eyrin’s conversation but they seem upset and so she makes an attempt to calm them down.
“Nice to have such a dependable brother isn’t it?”
She offered a friendly smile to the girl thinking of her own older brothers and how good they’d always been to her. She did know a few siblings that didn’t get on so well and had always found it extremely sad.
“You aren’t in trouble, by the way, at least not with me and not with Savior Eyrin either I don’t think. Can’t speak for your parents of course...”
Parents who might be so busy that they don’t even hear of this until days later for all Andine knows. She shrugs.
“You know anything you were able to learn about that thing while you had it would probably be a big help to the Mullah. Even things as small seeming as when, where and how you found it.”
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Post by fynli on Jan 9, 2018 20:04:16 GMT -6
The familiar voice of a boy he loved dearly made him raise his head in surprise, a grin lighting up his face as his beloved nephew came bounding towards him.
Donny flared out his wings as Noa greeted him, lowering his head to nuzzle the colt affectionately and embracing him with his wings. He hadn’t had the chance to see his nephew in so long… Especially since Osprey’s leave and Baram keeping him busy. Oh how he had grown.
Noa’s words made him look up to the stairs as others appeared, a soft frown pulling at his lips as he recognized Eyrin. He noticed the way the other stallion refused to look at him, Donny’s ears falling back in guilt for a moment. Still, he approached Eyrin and the other group with Noatak at his side, only stopping as another child came up to him. The colt was covered in scales yet wings sat on his back as well. He thought Hanani’s birth was the strangest thing this herd could have seen but Ignacio and Alya always seemed to have another trick hidden.
He smiled as Inigo copied Noa’s words, touching his nose to the hybrid’s forehead before looking back at Eyrin. He studied the artifact curiously before glancing back at Nafisa and calling her over. While the mullah could properly look over what the children had found, Donny looked up at Eyrin, his heart aching to see that he still wouldn’t meet the other’s eyes.
“Eyrin may we speak for a moment?” he asked gently, giving Noa another nuzzle before stepping away from the rest of the group. He took a deep breath, staring out across the land and trying to formulate the right words to say.
“Listen, I’m sorry for how I acted when we were with Adhara,” he started softly, keeping his gaze low. “We were under a lot of stress and I thought the responsibility was on my shoulders only. I shouldn’t have snapped at you or taken control like that.”
He paused, looking up at Eyrin. “I want nothing more than for us to be friends and to move past this. Can you forgive me?”
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Post by PaganStars on Jan 11, 2018 23:33:28 GMT -6
Jack Closing his eyes, Jack focused on the fact that he and these other amazing horses were standing on this place for the first time, wingless and seeking hope for their herd. Adrenaline coursed through his body but fear underlined it, goosebumps coursing up and down his spine. God's, he was terrified of what was to come, what was to happen to his herd, his family. Letting out a shaky breath, Jack opened his eyes and moved closer to the others. He shared a glance with Nico, smiling his soft smile and nodding his head at Adonis' words. Looking at the stallion, Jack lingered on how much Donny had changed in such short time, confidence blooming as the learned their new role in the herd, adjusted to everything that was happening. It was inspiring. Alya, Jack had been so lost months ago. He had only just found himself again.
Ears perking up, Jack's eyes widened as Little Noatak was suddenly bounding onto the landing, wings wide as they greeted their uncle. Smiling and laughing softly, Jack was surprised as even more children followed up, surrounding the adults and jumping for their attention. It made Jack laugh, the thought of war gone for but a moment. He nodded his head to Eyrin, glad to see the saviour. It had been a while since they had last spoken, but Jack still considered them a friend. His ears perked up at the mention of a strange object, Stepping forward and carefully taking it from the stallion "Thank you, Eyrin" he spoke, unwrapping the strange object and taking a closer inspection of it. Turning away as Adonis stepped forward to speak to Eyrin privately, Jack turned to Nico and Nafisa, holding out the object so all three of them could better inspect it. It looked like some sort of weapon and for a moment Jack panicked, thinking that the children could have hurt themselves with whatever this was. Turning it over, the prophet carefully inspected the markings "Oh my..." he spoke softly, glancing up at the Mullah's in front of him before looking back at the children who had brought this here "And just where did you guys find this?" he asked, curious
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Post by brandvandet on Jan 12, 2018 15:03:22 GMT -6
Maybe climbing endless stairs after fighting off Thunderbirds wasn't in your best ideas ever, but you had been so close! The supplies were sent up through the pulley system in the shaft and the more "done" members of the party chose that method to ascend as well. As you reach the top, you see Sedo spread out below you, and another caravan is just starting the climb. For those members without wings, this is a view they may never have seen before. PLEASE WELCOME THE VICTORIOUS MEMBERS OF SERORA 505!
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Post by seechem on Jan 12, 2018 16:58:32 GMT -6
N E R O
a Saviour of Serora
'writing my poems for the few that look to me, took to me, shook to me, feeling me'
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The blue roan sucked in a breath, eyes widening as he took in his surroundings. The physical activities of before that clung to his muscles seemed to fall away as the view stretched out around him. There was sky, so much sky that he almost felt dizzy with the immensity of it. He stepped away from the shaft, seeing other members of Serora were already gathered. They had made it. He wondered briefly whether anyone else had experienced anything like the they had on the journey.
"We made it," he spoke softly, only to his group as he made room for everyone to get out of the shaft. It seemed the festive supplies were being unloaded and horses mingled in groups all about the platform. But Nero cared little for what those already there were doing, and instead wanted to take in this view for himself.
He moved past a few faces he knew, other Saviours, Mullahs and some of the children he had seen about Osulas. Eventually he drew nearer to the edge of the platform, winds stirring his mane at this height. It was exhilarating to be standing so high, to see the deserts of Sedo stretch away beyond sight. 'Worth it.' He thought to himself. If he was honest with himself it was only 'sort of' worth it. He had so many questions, he almost felt more lost than he did before his Blessing had returned. But now...he wasn't sure, but he felt like he was in the right place. He looked over his shoulder at his group and couldn't stop a smile.
They had been through so much, from arguing and wanting to tear each other's throats out to a close knit band that had just tackled a host of Thunderbirds for each other. 'Yes,' he thought once more, 'it was all worth it for them to be safe.' He returned his eyes to the view, breathing deeply as he looked down. The height felt even greater from above than it had from looking up, and he almost sprang back at the alarming level of vertigo he felt.
"Don't fall." He felt Madden beside him and graced him with a dry look. The unicorn was looking out across the veranda and taking in the extraordinary sight before them. "It's pretty cool, considering it's for Alya." The strawberry roan muttered. Nero didn't hesitate in nipping him hard on the shoulder.
"Not here you don't." Nero snapped, determined to enjoy that rush of peace that only a religious atmosphere could offer him. As the Saviour relaxed more he could make out the conversations of several others, some talking about the festival, others about some artefact or other and some more about the view.
"Nero, I swear I heard someone say-"
"Not now," Nero said tersely, closing his eyes for a moment and bracing his neck into the breeze, "do not ruin this moment for me Madden." He heard the unicorn snort with laughter and retreat. 'Perfectly blissful' he mused to himself as he once again surveyed the never ending expanse of sand.
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Post by wulfeneit on Jan 12, 2018 18:08:26 GMT -6
Lyall, The Folk, Goat Herder
The God’s Landing was truly a place of majesty, from every angle the world unfolded a tapestry of colors for the eye to behold. The horizon melted into the sky, a reminder of the Gods and their connection to the earth below. Nothing was beyond sight, the whole of Sedo within reach. The black pegasus had visited this most scared place only twice before, seen it from a distance many times in passing and still it left him breathless. As Lyall stepped out of the lift he allowed himself a moment to just be. To be here. To be steady again. To feel the sky’s endless embrace sooth the dull ache between his ears. He felt a pang of guilt, but only a pang surprising, for leading Ignacio’s spawn to this most scared place. He doubted they would appreciate or even understand the significance of it. Yet while he scoffed at the thought, a small smile tugged at his lips. Tentatively fond, but only just. One could only hope they would at the very least try to respect holy ground. And yet... he wanted them here. With a start, he realized it was more than that. He wanted them to be worthy of Alya. To be worthy of her grace and patience. It was dangerous. Foolish even to consider and he would never admit it aloud but Rowtag and Sauron had earned that chance... if by the skin of their teeth. Enough equines had gathered to make a considerable crowd. Overwhelmed by the sheer number, Lyall kept his distance. Easily he fell back into the role of goat herder, where the crowd was the flock of another and his company his own, Kirins included. He followed Nero a few paces, stopped, and waited for the rest to catch up. Determined to give a nod to the Kirins as they existed the lift. How would they react to the sight? This he had to see.
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Post by Blubber-Bun on Jan 12, 2018 18:21:14 GMT -6
Jemin
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“I don’t -- I don’t suppose they could, ah, have chosen somewhere...somewhere else to do prayer…” The words fell from a critical tongue, peppered by deep pants and heavy, dragging steps. “ -- somewhere with less stairs.”
Hauling himself up the last several steps, the mule immediately doubled over, recovering his winded breath through flared nostrils. While many of his shoulder-rubbing companions seemed fairly ready to braid tails and swap gratitude, he had stubbornly refused to join them on the shaft - which, by his own account, was horrendously overcrowded; a safety hazard, really. Better to trust the mettle of his own hooves over the fumbling of another, who could easily knock him off the edge by simply shifting their weight too much.
At least, that was how he would justify his choice to clamber up God’s damn Landing in the aftermath of a thunderbird skirmish. Unreasonable, certainly, and perhaps petty, but he wouldn’t relinquish his respect or loyalty that easily.
Especially in the case of those Kirins. Even now, he continued to give them the side-glace, unbothered to implement subtlety. A rabid dog was still a rabid dog, even if it paused to bite at one’s common enemies. It was simply a matter of time before the brutes would turn on them.
Straightening up, Jemin swept back a lock of windswept hair and strode forward, dark eyes sizing up his new company with fox-like callousness. Children. Lots and lots of children. And Mullahs. He would have turned back then, if not for the lengthy climb down.
“By the gods. I see we’re in time for daycare.”
He was shooting Nero’s blue back a rather accusing look (the classic you-dragged-me-into-this stare), when his gaze suddenly travelled past his cousin, to the vast view sprawled below. The desert - his desert - was an old friend with no shortage of surprises. He whistled lowly.
And then spun back around.
“Sacred or not, there’d better be somewhere to take a nap up here…”
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Post by goldenmarmalade on Jan 12, 2018 19:00:17 GMT -6
Everyone had made it out alive. It shouldn’t have happened, but somehow the ragtag group of Serorans managed to band together and save their herdmates from certain death. After everything was said and done, Sol had a newfound respect for these equines (even Lyall). She recalled how her father had once told her and her siblings that those who fight by you will do right by you. Sol hadn’t ever been in a situation where her father’s words could be proven true or false. However, that incident had been enough to bring a group casting death-glares at one another together to save others. Sol had been amazed when even the Kirins leapt into action, despite having been rather… apathetic towards other Serorans at first. Even Sol with her Seroran ideals had to respect that. The pangare buckskin pegasus, alongside Persimmon, had investigated their boards to see how much damage the storm (and herd mates) had caused. True, her sail was gone from a daring rescue, but nothing that she could see was damaged. It was a miracle!
Whilst trying to see if there were any materials suitable for replacing the sail, the wreckage that must have been David’s board caught her eye. It was smashed, there would be no hope for that board to be used again, but by yet another stroke of incredible luck, the sail was barely touched! She had taken it and rushed back to where the others were, taking a single blanket and asking Nero for the needle and thread she’d overheard him talking about earlier. It wasn’t the best mending job in the world, but it worked. There were two boards by the group’s side when they finally reached the bottom of God’s Landing. A new pulley system had been installed for goods, but some individuals noted that it would probably be sturdy enough to hold a few horses. After sending the supplies from the windboards up, the others tried to pack in. The room obviously wasn’t meant for 10 equids (including 2 kirins), and Jemin had already stubbornly stated that he would walk up the newly-created stairs, so Sol decided to stretch her wings and do things the old-fashioned way. Besides, the others deserved to have a less-cramped area for all the work they’d done.
While ascending the rock, the pegasus’ mind wandered, thinking about how Rowtag had helped Helios (something that surprised them all), and just how courageous everyone had been. If only these equids had been there five years ago… maybe they could have saved Nephele too. Sol tried to focus herself on something else, the sacredness of God’s Landing. She had personally only been there once or twice with her family before now, but it had been years since she’d last been. The most sacred ground in Sedo, where the Gods had first come to Hireath. From up here, surely their prayers would reach Alya. A part of Sol knew that there was a high probability that their goddess would remain silent towards her children, that they would be alone helping Talori, or that they would be alone to fight Aodh. Her father was out there, probably fighting right this minute. He might not come home. That was a truly terrifying thought.
Even Sol’s impressive stamina had a limit. With the height and lack of oxygen, Sol felt her breathing become heavier as she neared the top of God’s Landing. Finally, she reached the plateau, where she landed and took a moment to catch her breath and adjust. There was a hive of activity here, presumably the prayers hadn’t started yet. Young and old, species ranging from common horses to kirins with at least one representative of everything in-between. Sol stared out at the desert and all the wonders it must hold. The view was absolutely stunning, and the atmosphere of the area was serene and holy.
Golden audits swivelled to hear the voices of those who had been assigned to her, it seemed Nero and Madden were having a lover’s spat (or Nero was just frustrated with everything, he had a lot of weight on his shoulders in a metaphorical sense), Jemin was complaining, as was normal, and there was conversation between many others that Sol simply didn’t have the context for. She stayed back, towards the edge, staring out at the shimmering, swirling sands and the crisp blue sky. The peg couldn’t help but wonder if it was alright for her to say a personal prayer now before they were lead in prayer by the Mulllah who were present. Despite everything, one of the worst days had turned to one of the best ones, so somewhere out there, Alya must still be thinking of her children, right? Sol truly hoped so.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jan 12, 2018 19:00:56 GMT -6
Noatak
We're just kids
we aren't supposed
to be heroes
A trill of delight escaped Noa's throat as he nuzzled his uncle. Enjoying the affection he was getting from it. He missed the feleing of wings and feathers on him, it reminded him of his father out looking for Alya. Each night Noa prayed Alya would return and so would his father, yet he was so young he did not understand not everything comes back. Soon the affection gone as Uncle Donny nuzzled the other child and Noa eyed them briefly before chuckling a bit and quickly spotting the others he smiled brightly. "Nafisa, Nico, Jack!" he grinned before trotting over to Nafisa and bumping his head into her leg nuzzling her affectionately.
Yet as others mentioned of what they found, Noa found himself gulping nervously. Would he be in trouble? Jack seemed to take the artifact over to the group, Noa still remained close by eyeing it too. "We're sorry." he remarked gently,ever so softly, To afraid he was going to be scolded.
Ears twitched as he heard the crank of the lift and glanced over, was more supposed to come here? Yet as he looked at them, he could see the bandages. He wanted to know what happened, yet found himself drawing behind Nafisa shyly, looking out at the others with ever so curious eyes. "Are they okay?" he whispered out softly.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jan 12, 2018 19:17:13 GMT -6
Sauron
I am a burning fire
I am a violent tongue
I am destructive
Nostrils flared as he took in deep breaths, as he stood on the lift wiht others and soon was being lifted up. He glanced around and thought back to it all, his prideful angered ways of course seemed to bring the group into discord. It was something he seems to do so well, yet he cannot help the rage, the fire that burns in his veins. He knew nothing of his life, he was no one, would anyone miss if he was gone? Was there anyone missing him now? Saruon shook his head as he looked at the others, all patched up and weary, they deserved a break did they not?
Still he glanced at the few that decided to take the lift. Odd the once angered beast looked at them and felt for once no anger, perhaps his rage and anger had been set afire in the midst of battle. Where he felt so alive, and yet so unlike himself. Sauron took in a deep breath, yet as the lift carried them up to their destination. Sauron looked out the vast sky, and he wanted to wretch.
Hooves moved quickly to carry him closer to land, the sky was too big it was too much. There was so much it nearly felt if he jumped he would fall endlessly into the sky. It was so much, a sight he feels he could never forget. Sauron keeps his face collective, but his heart begins to race. He is quick to notice the others, it seems they are not alone. Children and adults. Oh great, he thought with sudden aggravation, but yet a welcome distraction from the fear of being swallowed up into the sky. Sauron quick to look away seemed to walk a but away from everyone, before laying down for a moment. His legs shaking from exhilaration or something else he did not know, all he knew he was tired and feared the sky would swallow him up whole. What a day he thought and wished his white savior was someone near with their odd mumbling to lull him into ease.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2018 9:15:44 GMT -6
nicodemus give me something to believe in The desert stretched on forever, beautiful and empty. The reassuring words from Nafisa and Adonis, his two closest friends, drew a brief, weak smile from him but did not quiet his heart. He'd heard of this place all his life, the point in Sedo closest to Alya. He'd hoped she'd be here, but even now he struggled to find traces of her, or crumbs of meaning in her absence. Nicodemus closed his eyes and sent a silent prayer to the sky mother. The wind snatched it and whirled away.
Nico's troubled, pensive expression was quickly stowed when the sounds of the approaching party made it over the clifftop. He turned to smile in Noa's direction, kneeling down as the foal occupied the space between himself and Nafisa. "Don't be sorry," Nico said quietly, brushing the colts forelock briefly with his upper lip. His eyes were on Noatak, but his ears were on Jack, and the unusual artifact they'd delivered. The others were crowding around it, speaking in tense tones, and Nico tightened his mouth in an uncertain line. As another group of shellshocked travelers arrived, Nico acted quickly.
"Noa, Pearl," he said, hunkering low to the foal's eye level. "Do you want to see something amazing?" He could keep them distracted. The fear of adults was terror to children, and besides, he could use some of their childlike wonder right now. Whatever was happening, these two didn't need to be a part.
He led them to the edge of God's Landing -- but not too close -- and crouched there, pointing out at the painted horizon with a stick. "This is the highest point in Sedo," he said, smiling from one foal's face to the other. His fear was perfectly hidden. "You can see everything from here." The desert was unfurled before them like a beautiful map, ribbons of colors flecked with specks of cities. "What do you see?" 317 words | post 2 |
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Post by loveboxer123 on Jan 13, 2018 14:31:40 GMT -6
Oneida|Serora Advocate|Kirins=No
For a moment, Oneida listened to the idle chatter of their fellows, just basking in the sun. They were a true child of the desert.
Their blue eyes popped open at a voice. A child-like voice. They turned, folding their wings. Their mane and tail fell wild around them as they moved, swaying idly in a soft breeze. They dipped their head to the Prophet as they walked over to help examine the item. Then their eyes grew wide. A weapon, intricate carvings sitting in its surface. They tilted their head, most of the conversation around them melting away. Slowly, they used their teke to feel the carvings, not trusting themselves to carry it just yet. Jack, as they believed the Prophet's name to be, asked where the children had found this. And all Oneida could think of was Dyani. Was she safe? They hoped to Alya Herself that their child was safe. Slowly, their eyes raised to the sun, sides rising and falling at a faster place.
Their eyes slid closed, sending a prayer to Alya for their daughter to be safe. Then, more voices. Oneida swiveled their head around, ears flicking forwards. A group of Windracers, a Savior, and....
Their brow wrinkled. Kirins. Slowly, they twisted their head back to the weapon before them, tail anxiously swaying.
"Its an exquisite craft. " They said quietly, one ear giving a flick.
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Post by brandvandet on Jan 13, 2018 15:34:40 GMT -6
With the amount of food you are bringing, you definitely take the lift. You were slightly skeptical of the jackalope's potentiality to steal again but it seems pretty content with the turnip it ate through for now.
As you get to the top, it hops off, as if satisfied it was delivering you to the correct place and hops off to have a look at several of the children. Sedo spreads before you! And there's still the matter of the weapon everyone else is staring at. PLEASE WELCOME THE RABBIT ACCOMPANIED MEMBERS OF SERORA 507! |
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Post by seechem on Jan 13, 2018 16:19:07 GMT -6
M A D D E N
a Mercenary of the Vagabond
'blood like rust on swords i knew, chests and hearts from lovers too'
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Madden was happy to leave Nero to his...sight-seeing. While the view was outstanding, there was only so long he could take looking across barren desert before he got bored. He could see the others leaving the shaft, his ears perking up as he saw the Kirins and Jemin arrive. Nero's cousin had remarked about napping and Madden scoffed, typical. "You travel all this way to sleep? I can tell you and Nero are related." He quipped as he strolled past the mule. His eyes were narrowed as he looked to Rowtag with a slight snarl of his top lip. He was not sure about that one at all. Despite their bickering before, however, he saw a kindred spirit among the kirins, in that neither were here to pray to Alya. He saw that the darker and smaller kirin looked tired, 'Sauris...Saurin...Sauron', that was it. He looked like he could join Jemin with a nap.
Briefly ignoring his antlered allies, his eyes scanned the area as he heard the sound of approach. A group of horses that Madden didn't know accompanied by and animal Madden didn't think should exist. He recoiled a bit from the antlered thing, it hopped like a rabbit, but shared a major aspect of it's appearance with the Kirins. "What the fu..." he was too surprised to even finish his utterance as it bounded by him, utterly oblivious of him. "What...does anyone else see this?" He asked, loud enough for most to hear. "It has, like...twigs...on it's..." his mutterings were becoming quieter and quieter until he fell silent, mouth still slightly agape. Okay then, that was a thing that was breathing the same air as him now.
With a few more quick glances at the...the thing, Madden turned his attention back to the source of his curiosity. The voices talking about something mysterious. A group seemed gathered around the source of their whispering, and Madden took a look about at his companions to try and gauge whether anyone else had noticed too. He saw the other group seemed to split, a horse with some stitches by his eye was leading the children away from the group. Was that 'Moatin...Noakin...Noatak'. By Ignacio he needed Nero to make flash cards for him. That kid of the previous Sultan or something. He watched them retreat to the edge of the platform, not far from where Nero stood, still blissfully...looking at stuff. Madden didn't know what was so enrapturing about it, yeah great you can see even more sand from up here than down there, whoop-di-freakin-do. Sure the fact that they could get up here was cool, but why?
Now that those smalls had moved away from the other hushed voices, he caught a glint of metal in the sunlight. Metal. Madden's mercenary mind began to click, what if it was a threat? Were they planning on attacking? Were they War-Forged spies?! That last thought was quickly dismissed as he regarded the individuals again, way to scrawny for War-Forged warriors. So what were they looking at. Not expecting an invitation he began to make his way closer, eyes almost twinkling as they caught a few more sparks of the coppery gold object, still too obscured to be made out. Maybe it was some boring jewellery, or maybe it was something cool like a dagger. That thought had Madden drawing closer to the group. His teke was hesitantly moving between the handles of his throwing knives, but he waited to see if anyone noticed him, or whether he could make out the object better.
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Post by leaftail on Jan 13, 2018 19:25:14 GMT -6
Taeith | Gatherer
The mysterious creature had finally showed itself, horns and all. The jackalope had caused a lot of unwarranted tension while the group traveled, and now Taeith felt the group collectively relax as the group moved on. There was nothing to fear anymore, nothing to question and everyone could go back to talking amongst themselves. They made it to the lift just as it had come down from pulling another group up. Tae eyed the stairs that wound its way up the giant plateau’s side, grateful not to have to climb them.
The gatherer walked onto the lift and moved aside so the carts and the others could fit, excitement brewing in her stomach. Once the lift started to move, the excitement turned to nervousness. They were going to finally do it, finally touch the top of the world! Tae held her breath as they went higher while her ears adjusted to the pressure changes every so often, causing her to shake her head. The ground looked so far away as the lift slowed and she realized how high they were. For a moment, Taeith missed solid ground.
With a small rock the lift stopped, causing Taeith to tear her eyes away from over the side and move onto the plateau. There was already a large group of equines present, from respected mullahs to small children and even the kirins that had recently made themselves at home. Tae couldn’t help but stare, as this was probably the first time she had seen them up close. She had to force herself to look away and see who else was around, recognizing Nero and Tore first as she had encountered them before. She also noticed the Talorians who had stayed behind were also with them.
As with some of the others, Taeith decided to see what it was like to look down at the earth from a pegasus’ view. She walked over to the edge, and stared down. Her stomach flipped as a small tang of vertigo hit her and she stepped back momentarily. They were so high! She couldn’t believe it! Was this what all the pegasus in the herd got to see as they graced the skies with their gift of flight? Tae was suddenly very jealous of those who could fly. It was so beautiful.
She lifted her head, eyes closed as the wind tossed her short mane back. She opened them to look at the sky, amazed at how open it was. It was endless, limitless. Tae felt tears pricking at the corners of her eyes as so many emotions raced through her. She was so honored to be here.
“Ayla...if you are still there, please know we are waiting…” she whispered, lowering her head. Her purple teke wiped away the small tears as she turned to join the group.
There was a small gathering forming and Tae wandered over to see what was going on. She kept quiet as Jack held the weird object in front of him, waiting to see if anyone knew what it was or what they were going to do with it.
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Post by silkeye on Jan 13, 2018 19:47:31 GMT -6
NAFISA lyrics go here word count: 380 | reference | AYYYY➵➵➵ Ah, so the others had arrived it seemed. The collecting mass of equine atop God’s Landing was supposed to be raising morale (or at least, Nafisa had hoped it would) but it became apparent of how overwhelming the crowd was starting to be. The children were a welcome sight, along with their discovery, and she tried to speak to sweet Noatak “Ah! Noa I-” but it seemed as soon as she got his name out he was spirited away by Nico. No shame in that, she figured it would’ve been more entertaining with her friend than with her and the other adults. Nafisa cocked her head around to the collection of curious serorans and gently shouldered against some of her people. The discovery was not a child’s toy by any means and this surely was a sign as the supposed weapon had Her visage decorating it. Nafisa looked at the Prophet Jack then back to the weapon, with a grave intensity in her voice she kept her voice low “this is a sign, I do not think we should take this… finding, lightly” and she let her teke tug on it softly. Unsure of whether or not she was feeling something emanating from this weapon or she had imagined it she looked away from the group. There was a slight pleading in her voice “Jack may I see it more closely?” she had to have her grip on it, it almost drove her mad not being able to touch the artifact. However the most pressing issue at hand was figuring out what this weapon was, and she had blurted out a name “Cardinal,” she paused “Ah- Councillor Cardinal should be able to find something about this yes? He has an extensive library and I’d very much like for him to take a look at it” not sure who she was trying to talk to here so she locked eyes with the others grouping around the object. “If my fellow serorans would allow me, I’d like to take this and study it with the assistance of Councillor Cardinal.” She had hoped the others would trust her to take this, she had undoubtedly a positive reputation with most serorans and was not going to take advantage of them anytime soon. (lol) |
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