02-12-2018, 07:37 AM
that she's learnt the lightning's secret— to ripping darkened skies apart. Kiada
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that she's learnt the lightning's secret— to ripping darkened skies apart. Kiada
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RIXEN i have late night conversations with the moon;
I'd been to the place with the strange old tree, Unwaritace, before. It was where I'd first encountered that old grey mare who seemed like she'd lost her mind. Not that it was any surprise. She did not look like the sane sort, with those spiders weaving their webs about her neck and a crown of twigs atop her head like some sort of royal diadem. As we travelled to Unwaritace, I tried to recall everything about it that I could, but not much more than an image of a sad old tree came to mind. The tree appeared not to have seen a blossom in many years. Perhaps Unwaritace was beautiful once, but now the branches were snaggly and bare. Covered in dark scorch marks, presumably caused by a fire that ravaged the place. While everything else in the clearing seemed to have grown back with time, the tree remained scarred and bare, a reminder that not even the most beautiful thing like this tree could stand tall and beautiful and mighty forever. The fire always came at one point or another. Even admiring the tree from a distance still made me sad to see it in such a state. Yet there was something comforting about it that even the fiercest flames could not destroy. My glowing orb still floated steadily in the air beside my shoulder, as if awaiting my direction. Although, as I'd learned from my experience at the wall, an orb couldn't always be counted on to cooperate. Truthfully, I did not know any better than Kiada, the gilded mare who stood beside me, what the Matron expected us to do here. But when she asked, I thought it better to at least offer up some course of action, though not the most original of ideas, instead of shrugging my shoulders and saying I didn't have any idea how to proceed from here. I tried not to sound like I was grasping at straws. "You're probably right, I think the Matron would have warned us. Maybe we should take a look around and see what we can find. There has to be a clue somewhere." As I finished speaking, an unfamiliar mare stepped out from behind the massive tree trunk. Her words were directed to Kiada, and Kiada alone, for I knew that she definitely did not know me. I did not know her. My memory was quite sharp, and I'd have remembered the obsidian-colored unicorn if I'd ever seen her before. "Talk." he tells me about the sun — and I tell him about you. |
that she's learnt the lightning's secret— to ripping darkened skies apart. Kiada
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RIXEN i have late night conversations with the moon;
As Kiada introduced me to the stranger, I nodded in a wordless hello that somehow maintained the same amount of friendliness as speaking aloud. My verdant gaze shifting from Kiada to the black mare, noting that Kiada seemed to be hinting at something in the way she smiled. As I did so, I noticed that the mare did not have a glowing orb at her shoulder like Kiada and I did. That's what it was. She couldn’t help us to heal the land without one, could she? Up until now, I had not shared my piece of hope with anyone. That was because I hadn’t run into anyone without one, and also for the simple reason what I did not know how to ask it to divide. Unsure of what to do, a slight frown turned the corners of my lips, but it was tinged with thought kind of like the expression one made when trying to solve a perplexing riddle. But as I soon learned, one did not have to ask an orb to be shared. As if the tiny ball of while light had read my mind, it slowly began to pulse. I watched as it began to vibrate and expand and twist, in the same sort of way Otem’s had when she had given the hope to me. It divided like parting waters and then there were two orbs instead of one, both equal in size. "Here, take this. It will help you to heal the land." Gently, I nudged one orb in the mare’s direction. In response, the one sphere of bright white light floated toward her. The other remained behind, snug in its place at my shoulder. "Talk." he tells me about the sun — and I tell him about you. |
RIXEN i have late night conversations with the moon;
Strangely, when the other half of my orb reached Glacia’s side, the dreary air around us changed. Unwaritace, who had been lonely and sad, trunk bent slightly toward the ground like it had been drained of the will to stand upright, seemed to respond to the sharing of hope. The old tree almost glowed. I studied Unwaritace, noting there was something different about her ashen bark and mangled branches. Though there was not exactly a visible change in the clearing, hope had been restored. I just knew. The tree seemed to perk up and it was as if the hope had been shared with her, too. A warmth seemed to spread through my surroundings, softly touching my skin and caressing my long locks so that small strands were left dancing in its wake. "Did you feel that?" I asked the others, wanting to confirm that my intuition was true, and that it was safe to say we could make our way back to the beach. "Talk." he tells me about the sun — and I tell him about you. |
that she's learnt the lightning's secret— to ripping darkened skies apart. Kiada
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