Solanis
Rift Presence / Anyone
05-05-2018, 03:31 PM
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She sailed over the rainforest, though not necessarily for the Trial given to her by those angry plants. Her travels had taken a rather unpredictable route, mostly due to the fact she could not hear the sounds of the spirits below. The shaman's sense of direction had been lost along with them, and while she could see the charred remains of the great mother tree in the distance now, it had been rough traveling for a while.
Now, she looked to the massive branches, looking so miniscule in the distance, for some sort of guidance. The permanence of the mother made her feel safe and calm, despite missing the fundamental strength of her soul's connection to the world. The feeling of safe and calm came to an abrupt end, however, as the sound of a bellow echoes from the trunks below. Taivas pauses midair, flairing her wings back in order to stop her flying.
Dark, starry eyes scurry through the rainsoaked trees to find some sign of the creature who hollered in pain.
Taivas could not resist the urge to help those in pain.
Little can be viewed between the large leaves of the rainforest, but she need not see to locate her quarry. Another loud bellow of distasteful language radiates upward, and the pegasus dives downward to follow it. In the shadow of the great trees, the pale glow of her coat announces her arrival well before she can be heard. Despite the near constant downpour of the season, the girl is completely dry thanks to the charm granted to her months before, making her flight soft and quiet as the down in her wings.
The figure which echoes the slew of curse words becomes visible quickly, for he is a brute of size and proportion that Taivas has rarely seen; she believes this massive stallion would stand above even Roscorro. The dragonkin had the advantage of wings inflating his general size, however. It is with a blank expression and calm posture that the shaman lands a few paces away from the thrashing stallion, dark eyes already scouring his frame for noticeable afflictions.
She can summon no spirits to heal his wounds, but she does know a few practical ways to heal injuries without them. However, the cause for his pain and discomfort appears to be hundreds of ants. If she were one to express emotion easily, she would have grimaced. Instead, she simply blinks.
"You won't get them off like that," she says calmly, her voice barely carrying over the passive sound of rain hitting leaves in the distance. Ants were common back in the fields, and the one thing she learned best was to douse them in something with pungent odor to get the to flee and scatter.
"Look for something odorous."
Without much warning, the girl turns to go about following her own instruction, searching with her nose for the solution to the giant's problems.
""
Now, she looked to the massive branches, looking so miniscule in the distance, for some sort of guidance. The permanence of the mother made her feel safe and calm, despite missing the fundamental strength of her soul's connection to the world. The feeling of safe and calm came to an abrupt end, however, as the sound of a bellow echoes from the trunks below. Taivas pauses midair, flairing her wings back in order to stop her flying.
Dark, starry eyes scurry through the rainsoaked trees to find some sign of the creature who hollered in pain.
Taivas could not resist the urge to help those in pain.
Little can be viewed between the large leaves of the rainforest, but she need not see to locate her quarry. Another loud bellow of distasteful language radiates upward, and the pegasus dives downward to follow it. In the shadow of the great trees, the pale glow of her coat announces her arrival well before she can be heard. Despite the near constant downpour of the season, the girl is completely dry thanks to the charm granted to her months before, making her flight soft and quiet as the down in her wings.
The figure which echoes the slew of curse words becomes visible quickly, for he is a brute of size and proportion that Taivas has rarely seen; she believes this massive stallion would stand above even Roscorro. The dragonkin had the advantage of wings inflating his general size, however. It is with a blank expression and calm posture that the shaman lands a few paces away from the thrashing stallion, dark eyes already scouring his frame for noticeable afflictions.
She can summon no spirits to heal his wounds, but she does know a few practical ways to heal injuries without them. However, the cause for his pain and discomfort appears to be hundreds of ants. If she were one to express emotion easily, she would have grimaced. Instead, she simply blinks.
"You won't get them off like that," she says calmly, her voice barely carrying over the passive sound of rain hitting leaves in the distance. Ants were common back in the fields, and the one thing she learned best was to douse them in something with pungent odor to get the to flee and scatter.
"Look for something odorous."
Without much warning, the girl turns to go about following her own instruction, searching with her nose for the solution to the giant's problems.
""
Do you live for the love you've found?
Some sad slow song to lay you down and still your weary worried heart
Throw light upon your darkest dark
Some sad slow song to lay you down and still your weary worried heart
Throw light upon your darkest dark
