Currently championing: Reszo
- Inactive
- Filly – Tribrid – 16.1
- 1 [Early Scorch, 1173]
- Posts: 23 – Rift Force:
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Requiem: -2 Rift Force |
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- Played by ali
Word of the herd meeting had spread and it was far too intriguing for Requiem to ignore. There was a time, very briefly, when she had been part of a herd. The time was so short that she hadn't been able to experience what it would have been like to live with others, all of them working together for a common goal. She was curious about what it would be like to live with others and have a place to call home instead of wandering around aimlessly, and so she decided that she would attend the herd meeting to see what it was like and if she wanted to stay.
Upon arriving it was very clear to the young girl that she knew no one in the gathering crowd. Her eyes drifted to the two stallions, obviously the leaders and the ones that called the meeting, and she recognized the larger of the two. She remembered him standing bleeding beneath a skeleton of a tree, her rain falling gently on his back and shoulders, simultaneously washing the blood from his body and making the grass at his hooves grow quickly.
There were a few others there that seemed to be about the same age as she and they both offered their services to the herd -- how strange it was that they already knew what they wanted to do with their lives. She still didn't know what path she wanted to follow, though her magic suggested she was destined for building and gardening. Almost as if Roscorro were reading her thoughts he mentioned a greenhouse. She remembered the glass greenhouse in the World's Edge that housed plants for the healers and knew that she could be useful.
"I can create and craft glass." The girl finally spoke up. "And my rain makes plants grow quickly." Obviously she would be beneficial in creating and maintaining the greenhouse and whatever other glass structures they wanted. She just wondered if they would willingly welcome an outcast into their home.
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Requiem “Oh, come forth into the storm and rout And be my love in the rain.”
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