And Then There Was Light

Efen The world is a swirling, undulating mass of color and light, puffs of alternatingly warm and cool air accompanying the dazzling visuals, a scene made even more elaborate and unbelievable by the film of inexperience glazing the wide, russet eyes that struggle to catch and retain every detail around them. “Wooow.” He tells the void, tip-toeing uncertainly forward, his velveteen nose outstretched toward a cloud of shimmering indigo, nostrils quivering with the need to know what it smells like, tastes like, feels like, but before even one of these questions can be answered the haze of grainy pigment collapses on itself, drawing away and out of sight in the abyss. “Hey!” He calls, surprise and disappointment raising the pitch of his voice. “Don’t go!” The cloud ignores him. Alone now, the young colt’s curiosity shifts to apprehension. It’s dim and difficult to see here, and he doesn’t even know where here is, or where he’s been or where he’s going, if anywhere. “Hello?" He calls, the pair of oversized ears atop his head spinning this way and that for an answer that never comes, finally settling on an uneasy backward tilt, his immature wings hugging tightly against his sides in an effort to self-soothe. Flashes of lime and pink and electric blue illuminate the small spaces around him, very briefly and intermittently, creating a kind of on-again-off-again runway. As delightful as he’d found the tiny fireworks mere moments before, now he’s wary of approaching, his fuzzy tuft of a tail fidgeting back and forth across his thighs in indecision. Better to go, or better to stay? He wonders, but standing still proves too difficult in the end, and he inches forward, head lowered and eyes wide, his voice nearly strangled to nothing by the fear of the unknown. “Hello?" He calls again. Talk. OOC: I intend for Efren to be a Native Riftian. I'd also like to request one magic: Defensive - Wings are resistant to magical assault. So I guess they would 'defend' from one assault for now? Trying to get up that great big hill of hope, For a destination.

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