07-21-2018, 06:55 PM
“Did you feel that?” her feeble thoughts queried, eyes filled with an air more imploring, for a strange possession had swept through her suddenly, causing the long hair all over her bony frame to stand on end. In the very same moment, a light spray of rain descended as though from nowhere—for there were no clouds suspended over the bright warm Pinnacle and the party—so too did the sandy surface dampened beneath her cloven hooves, frost over. Puffing nostrils dipped a second later, scouting the pale earth, which still very much felt warm. Eira took one step and the ice thawed instantly as the connection was lost; placing it down, she was amused to find that the frost followed her tread! Comprehensively charmed, and still roiling with strange energy inside, her gaze swept upwards to regard first her towering friend, then the reactions evolving through the crowd still surrounding—it seemed, to the perceptive young filly, that all present had been gifted, in one way or another. “What about you?” her mind asked Roscorro, effervescence visible in her tone. She hadn’t realised yet that there was more to her own bestowal, though quite appropriately, she was humbled by and grateful for what she had. When the stallion had dabbled with his own inheritance, the young blue waif suggested they approach the Protector together. “We should thank him...” It was unlikely that she’d find the confidence to do so by herself. |