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RE: » The Tree of Light - Otem - 01-02-2018
RE: » The Tree of Light - Waker - 01-02-2018 WAKER
You're distracted—by everyone, I guess, and by the mare you've just flicked a snowball at. You're smug, like a cat, delicately shaking out a dark wing to dislodge the last bits of white from the edges of your feathers. Snow wasn't a luxury you often received back home, so whenever it fell and got thick enough, you kids liked to have snow fights. You were a pro.Which is why it's surprising that when Taivas comes down, you don't really notice. I mean, you obviously notice, because she's Taivas and she's kind of on your radar, but you don't do more than flash her a grin. Your fight is with Kiada, your snow war, your— The tiny shower of snow hits your face like a very sudden and surprising gift, or curse, you don't really know. Spluttering, you turn to Taivas, not at all upset at having been fed your own medicine, just trying to get the snow out of your mouth. She's smiling, impishly, an expression that seems foreign on her face—you recall only her solemn glances, her smiles that never knew quite how to form, but maybe that was just the levity of the situation. You had, after all, been kind of dying on her. Still, the smile, and the merry laugh following it, makes your heart melt in a kind of confusing fashion. You save it for later, something to examine when you need to distract yourself from the dark thoughts baying at you, and give her your best, boyish grin. Only then do you notice the gifts magically appearing—scarves and charms, little dots of colors, subtle texture changes. You stop, for a moment, marveling, looking. Your breath pools in the cold air, sunlight glitters upon every frosted branch and in every piece of silver tinsel. It's.. beautiful, in a light, elegant way you previously hadn't seen in this dark and miserable place. Slowly, you crane your head, catching the sparkle of charms tied into your mane, little stars against the night black of your hair. Turns out your slowly fading glow wasn't festive enough for the tree; you've been re-decorated, and you rather like it. RE: » The Tree of Light - Taivas - 01-03-2018 If you'll be my star, I'll be your sky You can hide underneath me and come out at night Even if the magic surrounding Uwaritace was temporary, the imagery of the great mother tree standing tall, whole, and decorated lifted the worries from Taivas's slender shoulders. In this magicked realm of winter, at least the girl could find peace and respite, if only as part of a beautiful illusion.
Her lifted spirits were mirrored in many faces, including the darkset features of the boy she had saved. He looks at her with some sort of innocent shock as the snow rains down on him from her well aimed cowkick, his young features dusted with frost. Her twinkle of a laugh ends with another smile on her features, ever so briefly, before she begins to notice them. Gifts. They begin to flow out from the matrons toward all those around the tree, scarves wrapping around necks and charms dangling from others. Suddenly, a tug on her mane is felt; in place of her silver bead, she can see an odd medallion, weaving itself carefully into a braid. A new sort of wonderment fills her dark eyes, but her face is slack and emotionless, and her attention turns back to Waker. She notices within his own mane, small baubles and decorations now sit, glimmering like tiny stars in a sea of dark. He looks at Uwaritace himself, and admiring the glimmers and glitz of the tinsel. A wonderful gift to be received on a cold day in the middle of summer, to be sure. "They look nice," she says, motioning to the beads interspersed in Waker's mane, as well as the background he stood against. When I turn jet black, and you show off your light I live to let you shine Taivas RE: » The Tree of Light - Rift Presence - 01-03-2018
We hope you guys enjoy your gifts! Again, don't forget to let us know what you decide on in terms of items (both normal and enchanted) so we can cross it off our list! If you have any questions feel free to ask.
Thanks for making the end of 2017 a blast! :) Zoeya - a leather bag to store herbs and trinkets with lightning bolts dyed into the flaps and along the strap. Abigor - temperature relief charm enchanted so it is a cold snowflake in scorch, a dryer in drench, and a warm ember in freeze. Kyros - enchanted item Rixen - enchanted item Go ahead and wrap up your posts and take your items if you haven't already! We'll archive this post on January 9th. Thank you for joining us with the first Tree of Light! :)
RE: » The Tree of Light - Waker - 01-07-2018 WAKER
Slowly, you turn back to Taivas. You just can't quite believe it, all of it—how winter tried to kill you mere weeks before, and now, it's like a blessing, something you desperately wish for in the too-hot daylight hours. You can't believe the power of the magic either, how it is capable of so wholly transforming this place. There's a beauty and grace in it, one you can't quite comprehend.Pulsing shadows and neon eyes, shadows snapping at your heels, foreign stars in a foreign sky—and within the very same realm, such generosity, such kindness, such hope. You think back to Kisamoa, to the stark contrast between his appearance and his words. It's like the Rift is his body, Uwaritace in her winter glory his soul; you rather like thinking of it like that. Something beautiful within something hideous. But nurturing your celebrity crush on the twisted creature can wait. You've realized that likely everyone has been given something, just that it's not all as obvious as the starry charms in your mane, or the scarves wrapped around necks. You're eager to find out what Taivas has received, and you start to take a step towards her when she speaks. "They look nice," she says, and you stop dead in your tracks. This is the Taivas you remember from that night: her face calm and smooth and placid, but her eyes full of wonder. How easy it would be to miss if you didn't take the time to look. "Thank you," you answer kind of dumbly, knowing it is not by virtue of anything you've done, but still feeling the need to say something. Actually—you raise your head and look at the matron as she speaks again, before repeating the two words in her direction instead. "Thank you." Then, you blink a little, and finally step a little closer. You never got a really good look at her; you were half-dead and it was dark, and later, when you saw her again, you were too enchanted by Kisamoa to soak up all the details. "What did they give you?" you ask, gently, your eyes finding the charm in her mane and you motion towards it with your muzzle, like a question. It's the only thing you can see that stands out from the multitude of beads, and you don't want her to think you're an inattentive jerk. RE: » The Tree of Light - Kiada - 01-07-2018
Kiada shares her orb of light with Rexanna and Kyros! RE: » The Tree of Light - Rexanna - 01-07-2018
Mentions @Kyros <3 RE: » The Tree of Light - Rixen - 01-07-2018
RE: » The Tree of Light - Taivas - 01-08-2018 If you'll be my star, I'll be your sky You can hide underneath me and come out at night Thank you.
Taivas gives a nod, before her attention is taken away by the Matron's steady voice. The gentle elder's face is odd, but the shaman finds a strange sort of kinship between her and the great protector of the tree. Though they may be different, the girl believes that they shared some of the same principles, in the very least. The thought keeps her expression warm, even as the matriarch bids them farewell. "Thank you," the girl echoes Waker beside her, feeling strange that everyone had been given gifts in exchange for seemingly nothing. Perhaps, they expected everyone here to pay it forward, the kindness shared and given here under the boughs of the great mother tree. Taivas did not know, but she would remember the kindly expression in the Matron's eyes for weeks to come. Waker scoots closer, but the shaman pays no heed. It is not until he actually directs a question to her that her eyes are peeled from the matriarch. She looks at him for a moment, a blank expression, before her mind catches up with her to repeat his question in the recesses of her mind. "Ah," she lets out dumbly at first, before glancing back at her mane and the strange trinket braided within. "I am not sure; some sort of an amulet." Her own eyes study the surface of the medallion more carefully. It looked like a small, burning ember. That is when she noticed it, the heat it emanated gently in the winter wonderland, taking off the cold breath from her now thinned pelt. Like a thin blanket, the magic charm seemed to cover her whole body. "It is warm," she says decisively before looking at Waker once more. "Hopefully, when we leave here it will not be." When I turn jet black, and you show off your light I live to let you shine Taivas RE: » The Tree of Light - Waker - 01-13-2018 WAKER
She's off somewhere else, lost in thoughts with her starry eyes glued to the matron. You find a smile touching your face, that mixture of brotherly affection and something else spreading pleasantly through your body. You're not sure about her age—half the time, you're not sure about your age, either—but at times like these, she looks so.. young. It makes you want to ruffle her forelock with your nose, but you also don't quite want to break the spell of the moment. Here, in the snow that is cold but not too cold, with the glittering, restored tree and the pale but warming sunlight, you feel happy. At peace. You don't want the moment to ever end.Then she snaps back, and you feel like you're suddenly awfully close and up in her face; offering a bashful grin you take half a step back. She turns to study the charm, and you watch her with what feels like a frown, as if her declaring what it is is suddenly the most important thing ever. You're not at all sure why you're feeling like that, so you do your best to smooth it from your face. She doesn't know what it is, either. It's an ember, that much is clear even to you. "Interesting," you offer in a distracted voice, wishing to press your muzzle up against it, as if it would reveal its secrets then. For a moment, you get lost in that thought, until Taivas speaks again. "It is warm," she states, and you feel like turning yourself inside out. Now you really want to press your nose against it, but you remind yourself of the thing called manners and refrain. Instead, you motion towards it again with a quiet "May I?", and if she'd let you, you'll touch it, and if she'd ignore you, you'd keep your peace. Then, you cast a glance to the barrier, where the scorching heat meets the snow. "We could always try it?" you suggest with a grin, and a dash more excitement than the situation perhaps merits—but you still feel good, and you don't want to lose that. |