Rainforest Cliffs
06-13-2018, 07:57 PM
Taivas
The frantic energy of the filly is the stark opposite of Taivas. The shaman appears unflappable and even bored, expression slack and eyes dark in the rainy forest. However, deep in the recesses of her midnight sky eyes, there is concern and compassion. The warmth provided by the muted expression is just as mild.
Still, her attention is split between two targets, and currently, the desire to have the comforting song of spirits in her soul was stronger than the sympathy provided to a strange filly. The girl seems unusually apt for her age, though, and catches notice of Taivas's focus after a few moments.
What is it? the filly asks, her eyes scouring the foliage in the same direction the shaman gazed. Taivas's lips curl into the smallest of frowns, a tiny crease of her lips downward.
"I am not certain," she says, her voice calm and honest. "Though, I was tasked to find a special feather - an Asulli feather."
Looking toward the ground for a moment, her voice shifts to something more solemn and borderline melancholy. "The flowers warned that it might be fatal to take it from the creature, so I'm hoping it can be given without harm." The painted girl's idealistic hope shines through in her statement, starkly out of place within the Rift. However, she had been unable to shake the way she had been raised at home in the Fields.
Eyes dark eyes notice a faint glow amid the dense leaves a few paces away, and quietly the mare drifts toward them. Her hooves sink deep into the soaked loam, making her approach anything but silent. Trying to reveal more details of the figure shrouded in flora and shadow, the shaman squints. "Hello?" she calls again quietly into the brush, trying not to startle whatever lay beneath.
The possibility of it being a predator never once crosses her mind.""
Still, her attention is split between two targets, and currently, the desire to have the comforting song of spirits in her soul was stronger than the sympathy provided to a strange filly. The girl seems unusually apt for her age, though, and catches notice of Taivas's focus after a few moments.
What is it? the filly asks, her eyes scouring the foliage in the same direction the shaman gazed. Taivas's lips curl into the smallest of frowns, a tiny crease of her lips downward.
"I am not certain," she says, her voice calm and honest. "Though, I was tasked to find a special feather - an Asulli feather."
Looking toward the ground for a moment, her voice shifts to something more solemn and borderline melancholy. "The flowers warned that it might be fatal to take it from the creature, so I'm hoping it can be given without harm." The painted girl's idealistic hope shines through in her statement, starkly out of place within the Rift. However, she had been unable to shake the way she had been raised at home in the Fields.
Eyes dark eyes notice a faint glow amid the dense leaves a few paces away, and quietly the mare drifts toward them. Her hooves sink deep into the soaked loam, making her approach anything but silent. Trying to reveal more details of the figure shrouded in flora and shadow, the shaman squints. "Hello?" she calls again quietly into the brush, trying not to startle whatever lay beneath.
The possibility of it being a predator never once crosses her mind.""
moon dust in your lungs
stars in your eyes
you are a child of the cosmos,
a ruler of the skies
stars in your eyes
you are a child of the cosmos,
a ruler of the skies
[ ooc - sorry for the long wait! @Eira
