Downpour

Ava Above, the rain was pouring down, whipping about in torrents. Below wasn’t much better, the waves were frothing and foaming as they crashed up the cliff sides, ever hungry for more. And she was in the middle, laying by the cliffside, her front hooves barely hanging over, oblivious to the rain and height. It was foolish, utterly foolish, but she wasn’t thinking of those things. No, far from it. Her magic, ever revealing her mood and thought, did so again. While the wind whipped the rain sideways across the sea and in the face of the cliffs, it frozen around her, and fell straight and heartless onto her. And while the wind whipped the trees behind, bending branch and bow, her own feathers, mane, and body lay still against her. Even in this world, even though she’d interact some with others, and even given her reunion with her home sea, she still found herself a little more than dead inside. Across that horizon lay her home, with her brother, and her father. To think of them as being so close made her eyes grow hot with desire. She’d never really gotten over her homesickness in Helovia. But….she wasn’t on her way back now was she…That’s not why she was here on the edge of the sea. For all her desire to return home, even the girl could now see, she couldn’t. She could not return home, even if her hooves stepped on that glorious golden sand, or her feathers ran over the rainbow rocks upon its shore. She couldn’t go home. Why she couldn’t, the girl was still working through. Virgil was one reason. She almost wanted to curse his name. The greatest things are not known until they are lost, and Virgil had been hers. The pearl could not call herself in love, but she held his death in as much grief as she did her mothers, only this time there was no one there to comfort (lie) her. He’d been there on so many adventures, kept her company, and always been so willing…Then there were her blades. Though the pearl was not materialistic, the loss of her silver guards sickened her still. They had been always an extension of herself, and she’d let them be stolen. All this wounded her soul, her spirit. Though the pearl could not name it, or voice it, these experiences had wrapped her so completely, changed her, so that she was even fearful of her home. Fearful she wouldn’t recognize it….fearful it wouldn’t feel the same…even fearful she would not want to be back. So lost and stuck as she was, the girl merely had laid at the edge, staring across the sea, even as the rain poured down. "their speech goes here and this is the color OOC:: Come one, come all to bring comfort, hate, big or small, we'll take it all, to break the spell upon the doll.

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