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Post by Deleted on Dec 12, 2017 19:11:40 GMT -6
Welcome Home?
Ceto | Selora
Time of Day: Afternoon
Weather: Cloudy and smells of rain
Location: Isles of the Dead
Timeline: Before Chapter 5
Ceto agrees to meet Selora on her way home back to Talori. They randevu on the Isles of the Dead, as The Huntress is not allowed on the mainland.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 12, 2017 19:35:09 GMT -6
The scent of rain danced across the mare's muzzle as she took in a deep breath, closing her eyes and biting her tongue as as an uncomfortable ebb of ache crawled its way through her sides. Heavily pregnant, fat, and hating her life, the mare stood against a worn brick wall as she awaited the presence of her friend, Selora. Despite the fact that Ceto didnt act like a great friend to the tiny mare, there were times, like the past few months, when she missed her presence dearly. Ceto just didnt realize it until she had taken off to who-knows-where and only wrote when there was an issue. Perhaps it was her hormones, or maybe she was just getting soft. Flicking her ears back at the thought, Ceto snorted and pushed herself off the wall, her hooves clipping against the uneven ground as she made her way closer to the docks.
Tipping her gaze up, she watched the grey clouds roll above her. She could feel the rain straight to her bones, but she had a feeling it would be a small storm. It didnt feel very significant, anyways, and she had been able to pin point the weather pretty accurately lately. For now, she would enjoy the cool breeze and the lack of the sun that always made her sweat. She ruffled her cloak against her shoulders and dipped her nose into her collar as a brisk gust of wind blew through, tugging at her tail and thin fins that trailed up her neck. Well, she would enjoy some of the breeze, anyways.
The sound of shouting caught her attention and she turned her gaze toward the end dock. She noticed a ship pulling in out of the fog, a ship she could pick out from anywhere. Apothoseus. A shiver ran down her spine as she thought of the large feathered bastard. No one boiled her blood quite like him, and for the sake of everyone on the docks that day, she was going to try her best to ignore him.
Head held up and proud, the mare flicked her tail behind her and marched her way toward the dock, her cloak flowing in the breeze against her rounded sides. Bright red eyes stared pointedly before her, a glare settled on the ship as she rounded the dock. She dodged crew members as they worked to tie in the ship. Ceto stood back, gaze fixated on the ship as she waited for her friend, excitement boiling in her chest. She couldnt fight the smile that tugged at the edge of her dark lips. |
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Post by PennthePony on Jan 1, 2018 15:39:50 GMT -6
S E L O R A
Talorian Craftswoman
"When the world gives you hell,
give it hell right back."
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It had been a long journey returning to Aquore from the sands of Sedo, despite it only being about a week long trip this go around. The Wave Mother had certainly shone favor upon Selora and her young daughter as they sailed on The Hadderis, with only a grimy crew and its even grimier captain to give them company. Selora had kept little Ellecyn fairly hidden from their ship mates, keeping her under her belly at all times, even as they moved across the ship to the rightfully named mess hall for their meals - which could hardly be considered a nutritious meal, especially for one so young. Every day, for eight long days, they ate nothing but stale bread. The water was rotten, stored away in barrels under the main deck of the ship in damp, warm storage closets - a breeding ground for bacteria. It was a blessing though for Selora that the newborn had spent so much time in the desert in the earliest months of her existence, she had learned quickly what it was like to not have much rations. Selora was more than excited to bring her home to a land abundant with sweet fruits and water.
And home was only growing closer. It was the eighth day of their voyage, and though the first voyage to Sedo had been excruciating, what with Selora having been newly pregnant and her burns still fresh, this one was rejuvenating to her spirit. Holding her head above the railing to allow the wind to rake her mane every morning refreshed her sense of reality - “Yes, I am going home,” She would tell herself as the sun rose and Ellecyn suckled quietly on her swollen teats. “I am going home to see my beloved Alec, and to introduce him to his daughter. He will be so proud.” She would breath in the salty air like she would embrace an old friend, with a familiarity she was quite content with. In the months leading up to this very voyage, she had been blessed by the Goddess Cascade with Her Sight, as Selora called it. She could see glimpses of the future now, but because of all of the traumatic situations, what with the terrorist attacks and the birth of her daughter, and knowing full well her life was at risk every moment, the blessing had become a bit of a curse. She woke up nearly every night from convulsions, her nose bleeding and her judgment extremely impaired. There had been an occasion even where she had been so confused that she did not know who her own daughter was. It had been lucky for her that Indigo had been there to help her get a clear head again, but the instance alone terrified her.
Yet here and now, in this moment, all of that fear washed away in the soft rain that fell upon her exposed back as she stood on the upper deck besides Apothoseus, the grisly captain of the Hadderis. Her young daughter stood beneath her, eyes wide with fear peeking up at the giant stallion. Selora breathed the salty air, craning her neck to see out over the railing, closing her eyes momentarily to enjoy the sound of the wake crashing against the docks, the loud hustle and bustle of the day roaring nearly as loud as the waves. “‘Tis good to see land ag’n, aye lass?” His harsh voice broke her peaceful moment, but for the first time in quite a long time, his comments were not unwelcome. Selora felt a smile tug at her lips, as she looked from her young daughter to the captain’s gigantic frame. He towered above them at roughly eighteen hands, perhaps larger. Selora herself hardly reached his elbows. She had come to respect the stallion over the course of two years, although the pungent smell of whiskey that hung on him consistently was one thing she could have done without. “Yes, Captain, it is quite glorious to be home.” She breathed in deep once more, letting out a deep sigh. She could nearly feel the salt clinging to her lungs, giving her new life.
It took them less than an hour to dock the ship; Selora pranced in place, she could hardly wait to leave that damned ship. The moment the boardwalk was let down and the anchor settled, the young mother had tugged her cloak closer about her face, doing the same for her daughter, and they had grabbed the few things they had brought with them to descend onto the platform - a small knapsack empty of the food it once carried, a canvas scroll harboring a small painting of their family back in Sedo, a bronze compass, and an engraved knife tucked away in a dusty old sheath. She had curtly thanked Apothoseus for taking the time out of his tight schedule to sail them all the way to Aquore before escorting her child down the boardwalk, the knapsack bouncing against her side.
When they reached the docks, hooves clicking hard against the wooden boards, Selora shuffled the winged child protectively beneath her chest, walking in a way that compensated for it. “You must listen to me, Ellecyn. We are in rogue country, you cannot wander.” She spoke in a hushed voice to the small filly, who trembled beneath her. Shifting her daughter’s cloak quickly to hide her face better, Selora looked up just in time to see a familiar face headed in their direction. Her own eyes lit up as a smile spread across her dark lips; it was comforting to see a friendly face for the first time in nearly six months. Her head dipped slightly, acknowledging the red mare’s presence. “The Wave Mother truly has blessed us this day! Ceto, my dear friend, it is so good to see you.” Selora’s words were of the utmost sincerity as they closed the gap between the mares. Ellecyn hid herself behind Selora’s leg, her wing just barely poking out as they came closer to the strange mare. Mother said to be wary of strangers, ‘cause you never know their true intentions. She assumed this mare was no stranger, the way that her mother greeted her. But mother had also said that caution was best worn like a veil, whatever that meant. Selora suddenly noticed the larger mare’s rounded belly, and she smirked at her old drinking partner. “Seems we both have many things to say.” She remarked, as she side stepped slightly to reveal the child hiding behind her leg, who immediately hid behind her leg again. Selora smiled warmly at her child before looking back up at her friend, expectant of a warm reaction from the budding mother. What she received wasn’t quite warm, but it was a reaction nonetheless.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2018 20:09:15 GMT -6
Her attention stayed fixated on the hunk of wood as it docked, ears flicked back but expression otherwise somewhat.. civil. She wasnt looking for a fight today, just a meeting with an old friend. She shifted uneasily on sore hooves, trying her best to make herself comfortable. The amount of aches and pains pregnancy made her go through was unreal. She would have never guessed as such, yet she never thought she would get pregnant in the first place. It seemed like she wasnt that great at determining her future.
However, her troubles were briefly forgotten as the familiar small form of her friend appeared at the end of the dock. Her face lit up in a bright smile, taking a step forward as Selora pulled her into a quick embrace. Hugs were not something the pirate was used to, and it certainly caught her off guard. She smelled the sea on her friend's coat, but it still held her distinct scent.. clean scent. It wasn't often someone on the Isles smelt as if they've had a bath recently. Ceto found it comforting.
However, the moment did not last long, and the Captain found herself taking a step back. "Good to see ye again, Selora, its been too long." Too long indeed, as Ceto caught the glimpse of.. something shifting behind the cloak the speckled mare had thrown across her back. Her brow shifted downward, but she did not pry right away. It was very possible that she had simply seen a corner of the cloak shift in the wind.
Her ears shifted back as she caught Selora's glance to her rounded sides and the smirk that played across her lips. It was then that she remembered her condition. Her struggles. Puffing air into her cheeks, she exhaled slowly and looked back to Selora when she spoke up once more. Head tipping to the side ever so slightly in curiosity, her ears pricking forward, Ceto felt her eyes widen as Selora stepped to the side and revealed a shivering little filly at her hocks. While she had not stayed in view for long, Ceto had seen enough. The little devil had wings.
"S'pose we do." She finally breathed. While she did not want to mention her distaste for the wings on the child, her disapproval was obvious in her expression. Her gaze shifted to the skies above, blinking quickly as a cold raindrop found the corner of her eye. "Lets go inside." She said quickly, tipping her head in the direction of the many small buildings that lined the docks. Most were bars, of course, but they could find a quiet corner at least. The Isles didnt care if children were drug into placed of drink.
She stepped off, not waiting for Selora's opinion on the matter. Ceto just wanted to get out of the chilly rain. "Whats her name?" She asked pointedly as she went, at least attempting to be polite. |
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