The Pinnacle
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RIXEN and if you are to love, love as the moon loves;
We all must have heard the Protector’s summors. For when I reached the Pinnacle, I found many other horses standing there. Most of them looked familiar to me, but there were a few who did not. Here, the snow had been melted away, perhaps the Protector’s doing, to reveal the dunes of warm, golden sand that lay below. A comforting heat radiated up from each grain, able to be felt beneath my hooves, melting away all hints of winter cold. It was a party. Or at least, that’s what I inferred from the scene before me. The Protector was looking quite pleased from where he stood before everyone, waving his many tentacles gleefully to and fro. He was an odd creature, but a friendly one, and somehow he seemed to know that this was just the sort of thing we all needed. Something to lift our spirits and relieve our minds of the stress brought by the harsh freeze conditions. I recalled the last celebration of sorts, when Hope had emerged from the Pinnacle’s very depths. And the one before that, decorating Unwaritace with all manner of trinkets and treasures. It was a sight to behold. More than anything, I enjoyed the social aspect of these festive gatherings. Everyone would come, from miles and miles away even, no matter where they settled down in the Rift. It was an opportunity to reconnect with those who I hadn’t seen in some time, as well as meet the horses who were new. I didn’t say anything, yet, though. Instead, I simply hung back at the edge of the crowd, soaking in the scene and enjoying the celebration from a short distance away. I cocked one hoof to stand in a more relaxed position, midnight-hued tail occasionally swishing, gently slapping the backs of my hocks. "Talk." it does not steal the night — it only unveils the beauty of the dark |
Rixen would like something from his Aspirations thread!
And no mutations for this guy this time around. :D
