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Post by loveboxer123 on Feb 1, 2018 16:23:05 GMT -6
Light My CandleAn rp between Oneida and DuriA few hours after Chapter V |
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Post by loveboxer123 on Feb 1, 2018 16:26:28 GMT -6
O N E I D A
Seroran Advocate
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The festival lasted well into the night, and Oneida remained starstruck for most of it. But, they broke out their violin upon request and soon the introverted pegasus was pulled into the dancing. Even though they had the social skills of a dry bread crumb, they danced and danced until their hooves felt like they were falling off. Then, they stayed around for clean-up. And then, too tired and slightly tipsy to fly home, they decided to walk.
A comfortable haze settled over their thoughts as they walked. And they thought. The splendor of Alya’s divine skies above them soothed their frantic spirit. Especially since the goddess made herself known to them. Their faith fullbodied and restored, a heat wrapping around their heart and holding them in a warm, if not maternal embrace. Oneida swayed from side to side gingerly, their violin strapped to their saddlebags. All the advocate wanted to do was get home and see their boyfriend. Hopefully Duri would be home. With Dyani there too. Their daughter was growing so fast. Their heart gave a painful thud as they realized it was coming upon ten years that Arya had been dead. Their spirits lowered for a moment and they walked in silence. Slowly, they brought out their violin. And the silence was shattered by the piercing, sad cry of the Advocate and their violin. Playing Arya’s favorite song. They opened their eyes, just a sliver, and swore they saw the palomino mare dancing along, laughing and carrying on. But they blinked and the hallucination vanished. Slowly, Oneida shook their head, hissing softly. They packed their violin back up and kept on walking.
After what felt like years, Osulas came into view and Oneida breathed a sigh of relief. Their hooves and legs ached, and their head was starting to pound from the strain. Their hooves carried them on a familiar path, black wings ruffling slightly against their chestnut coat as they walked. The familiar noise of their hooves impacting the stone soothed their low spirits, bringing them out of the downwards spiral they found themselves on. Once again, they shook out their mane, pulling the beads from it, and releasing their tail from confinement. The hair drooped to the ground and flopped over their shoulders, sweaty and in need of a good wash when they got the chance. Thudding hooves and the night noises of Osulas drove them onwards, until their front door seemed to appear right in front of their face. They snorted, backing up, before realizing it was a door and opening it with their violet teke. It closed behind them and Oneida breathed a sigh of relief. Slowly, they peeled their saddlebags from their form, placing them into a corner. Oneida stretched their wings and legs, shaking their mane and tail out before tiredly heading for their bedroom, looking around for Duri. They passed Dyani’s bedroom, seeing the filly sprawled across her bed, sound asleep. A smile lit their face up, before they carried on.
“Duri?” The tired pegasus called, quiet, as to not wake their sleeping daughter. For that was something Oneida wasn't in the mood for, dealing with a cranky nine year old at midnight. Part of them wanted to head to the library, but they stayed on track, collapsing onto their bed in a heap of chestnut coat and black feathers. After a moment, they assembled themselves, bringing their legs under them and generally getting ready to sleep.
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Post by posy-punch on Feb 1, 2018 21:19:12 GMT -6
DURI
"YOUR SILENCE WILL NOT PROTECT YOU"
Dyani was not his own but she was family all the same. When Oneida left, their violin strapped with them, Duri took it upon himself to first entertain the filly for the remainder of the daylight hours. First, he watered the various succulents around the home the filly bouncing along beside him, her own meager amount of water swishing about the jug. The plants did not need much, but they were due for their share, and so they spent the time watering telling stories of their days.
It was not long before watering the plants became painting on the light slabs of rock Duri brought in to encourage Dyani’s creativity. He joining her to paint a few crude figures before time passed further and the sun lowered from the sky. A bedtime story and then the young filly was in her room, almost immediately sound asleep. Duri was careful not to wake her even as he made his way to Oneida’s and his shared bedroom. He took his place on the various cushions and piles of blanket, folding long, delicate legs underneath himself, and laying his head down to catch a quick nap before Oneida was on their way back. After all, while he knew they would be tired, he was just as sure that they would have something to share from the festival at least.
True sleep would not come to him. Instead, he was thrown into the boiling, ever changing planes of his own, very lucid, mind. Memories of the day flitting back, replacing Dyani with a younger version of himself, his voice becoming the so-cherished voice of his elder sister, Eun. He would have to find out when she was next in Osulas. She would like to meet Oneida, the horse that had so enamoured her quiet brother. Even as his thoughts flit about, momentarily mulling over the agreements Baram had pulled with the ever private Talorians before promptly disappearing, and then briefly considering the uncertainty for Serora’s safety in the coming future, he was pulled startlingly from his thoughts by a quiet voice.
He blinked open his eyes and lifted his head, even as Oneida collapsed in a heap upon the pillows, clearly exhausted. Duri noted quickly the dust marking their legs and chest, tutting quietly. “You walked all that way?” He said, more amused than anything else, even as he reached forward to nudge at Oneida’s cheek. “I knew I was making the right choice in telling Dyani you’d be home too late to stay up and wait.” He said simply. “Do you want to sleep or do you want to tell me about the festival?” He said softly, the night making him lethargic, but if Oneida wished to talk, he would listen. There was nothing to lose from delaying dreams.
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Post by loveboxer123 on Feb 1, 2018 21:59:28 GMT -6
O N E I D A
Seroran Advocate
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Oneida laughed, a short noise, quiet. Purposefully stifled. Normally Oneida’s laugh was a wild, uncontrollable thing, filled with snorts and giggles. But once again, Dyani was asleep in the next room. The overo pegasus opened their eyes, blue focusing on the chimeric coat of their boyfriend.
“After inhaling that much peyote smoke, if I flew home, I probably would have confused up and down.” They said, eyes trailing up to Duri’s. They stretched briefly, wings arching upwards as they did. The light of Alya’s moon caught the iridescent shimmer of the Advocate’s wings, before the appendages were folded back against their side. At the mention of the festival, their eyes went wide. They sat up a bit, swaying slightly in their exhaustion.
“Alya.” They said, turning wide eyes onto Duri. They offered a wide smile, tears gathering in their eyes as they remembered the wondrous event they witnessed. “Alya came back Duri. We all witnessed Her.” The Advocate said, suddenly moved to tears. Of course, it was mostly from the exhaustion and shock of the event colliding into one. But they could believe it was just amazement for a moment. Oneida rubbed their face against their leg for a moment, just breathing, before explaining.
“We...The children. They found a weapon, holy in nature, carved with prayer. And, as the others arrived, everything stopped and there She was. It was..it was beautiful. To meet our Sky Mother in such a manner. ” A short laugh.
“Excuse my blubbering Duri, it was a moving experience. ” They apologized, feathers rustling as they readjusted themselves, ears perking towards Duri.
“How about you? How was your day?”
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