Rainforest Cliffs
07-24-2017, 04:51 PM
- sometimes in the wind of change -
The joy that finding Apollo brought was short lived. She was glad, of course, that he was here and alive and well. So much time had passed since she’d last seen the dark stallion and that familiar blue horn that she’d feared she’d never see him again, particularly not in some other land. Even his presence could not keep her spirits lifted forever though. How many homes would she be forced from? How many friends and family members would be ripped from her life too soon. Her parents, her brother, Ru, Glasgow, Sacre…and so many more. Who else had they lost in the battle? Hardly a battle, really, just a massacre at the edge of the Portal. She didn’t know who else she may never see again.
There were no herds here and nothing felt safe. This place didn’t feel remotely like home, and how could it? Eyes watched her every move as she moved through the only forest she’d found here, and unlike the forests of her own lives, there was nothing comforting here. Little light penetrated the dense canopy, and what light they did have came from strange, glowing plants that seemed likely to try and kill her. She tried to steer clear of the things with thorns or strange spikes on the petals that looks vaguely like teeth, but it was near impossible.
She didn’t even know where she was going, but she kept walking, her armor keeping the worst of the cuts from the various flora at bay. Strange, that she is so thankful for armor. Lyanna has never been much of a fighter, but their gods must have known just how much protection the Rift would demand, because she’d exited the Portal with a nearly full set of armor. She wears it now, feeling stronger behind the metal bird that stretches its wings across her chest.
Eventually the trees thin, giving way to sandy cliffs and more rain. There are two horses here already, one laying dangerously close to the cliffs edge, though the wings on the colorful mares back alleviate some of Lyanna’s worry. The mare simply looks about how Lyanna feels. A stallion stands nearby, his gold helmet catching her eye first. She lets out a friendly nicker, figuring she might as well talk to someone else. What good was wallowing in self-pity alone? “Hello, I’m Lyanna,” she says, voice as friendly as always, keeping the sorrow from it for now. Might as well be pleasant.
There were no herds here and nothing felt safe. This place didn’t feel remotely like home, and how could it? Eyes watched her every move as she moved through the only forest she’d found here, and unlike the forests of her own lives, there was nothing comforting here. Little light penetrated the dense canopy, and what light they did have came from strange, glowing plants that seemed likely to try and kill her. She tried to steer clear of the things with thorns or strange spikes on the petals that looks vaguely like teeth, but it was near impossible.
She didn’t even know where she was going, but she kept walking, her armor keeping the worst of the cuts from the various flora at bay. Strange, that she is so thankful for armor. Lyanna has never been much of a fighter, but their gods must have known just how much protection the Rift would demand, because she’d exited the Portal with a nearly full set of armor. She wears it now, feeling stronger behind the metal bird that stretches its wings across her chest.
Eventually the trees thin, giving way to sandy cliffs and more rain. There are two horses here already, one laying dangerously close to the cliffs edge, though the wings on the colorful mares back alleviate some of Lyanna’s worry. The mare simply looks about how Lyanna feels. A stallion stands nearby, his gold helmet catching her eye first. She lets out a friendly nicker, figuring she might as well talk to someone else. What good was wallowing in self-pity alone? “Hello, I’m Lyanna,” she says, voice as friendly as always, keeping the sorrow from it for now. Might as well be pleasant.
- we find our true direction -
lyanna
@Adria @Rixen
