Ultima
Needed: Foal >1yr to teach Laume
08-24-2017, 05:30 AM
alerie
Perhaps if Alerie had been born in Helovia, before the shadows consumed it whole and thrust them here in a world of glowing eyes and odd beasts ruled by a twisted god composed of mismatched parts, then maybe the Rift would seem strange to her, too. Yet she's never seen the place before this one, the place of her mother's birth, and while everything is still new to her, she has nothing to compare to. The animals lingering in Kisamoa's world are the very animals she will grow up with; the creatures that will be as normal to her as ordinary birds, wolves, and felines are to her mother and the rest of the native Helovians old enough to be set in their definitions of 'normal'. Little Alerie is still young enough to be completely open, as though she were made of soft, moldable clay that holds shape but is easily manipulated.
Alerie is also young enough that she shouldn't be wandering too far from her mother but... well, let's just say she comes by the wandering spirit honestly. Cursed with a wandering heart and curious mind, the petite pintaloosa (with her large white wings and small nub of a horn) slips away from her family's base camp in the intensely vibrant forests of the far west. How she managed to escape notice falls entirely outside of her thought process at this point in time. Instead, she exuberantly wanders east, keeping the sea to the right at all times. There is no end destination in mind and the likelihood of her growing hungry before she can make it back to her mother's side is quite high. Only mere weeks old, the filly is incapable of thinking ahead or considering the possible consequences - they simply don't fall in the realm of her abilities. Fortunately, though, her own mother was born with a wandering heart and it doesn't take Naerys long to realize her daughter isn't where she left her. Instead of catching up to the youth, though, Naerys hangs back - following close enough to be of use should events turn sour.
With the bouncy exuberance of youth, Alerie continues forward - unknowingly bounding towards the place of her own birth: the crystal caves of Ultima. She isn't far from the entrance when she spies the older filly with absurdly pretty wings. Gasping her delight, the girl bounds forth with a renewed vigor. "Wait!" she calls out, her voice younger and more squeaky than she had hoped it would be. Alerie doesn't stop, though, because who would honestly listen to a request from one so young. She throws herself into a rather uncoordinated run. Somehow she manages to catch up to the other filly, whether before the cave or once inside she doesn't rightly notice, she's far too focused on the delicate looking wings gracing the other's back. They're so much prettier than her own plain feathered wings. "Pwetty wings."
Alerie is also young enough that she shouldn't be wandering too far from her mother but... well, let's just say she comes by the wandering spirit honestly. Cursed with a wandering heart and curious mind, the petite pintaloosa (with her large white wings and small nub of a horn) slips away from her family's base camp in the intensely vibrant forests of the far west. How she managed to escape notice falls entirely outside of her thought process at this point in time. Instead, she exuberantly wanders east, keeping the sea to the right at all times. There is no end destination in mind and the likelihood of her growing hungry before she can make it back to her mother's side is quite high. Only mere weeks old, the filly is incapable of thinking ahead or considering the possible consequences - they simply don't fall in the realm of her abilities. Fortunately, though, her own mother was born with a wandering heart and it doesn't take Naerys long to realize her daughter isn't where she left her. Instead of catching up to the youth, though, Naerys hangs back - following close enough to be of use should events turn sour.
With the bouncy exuberance of youth, Alerie continues forward - unknowingly bounding towards the place of her own birth: the crystal caves of Ultima. She isn't far from the entrance when she spies the older filly with absurdly pretty wings. Gasping her delight, the girl bounds forth with a renewed vigor. "Wait!" she calls out, her voice younger and more squeaky than she had hoped it would be. Alerie doesn't stop, though, because who would honestly listen to a request from one so young. She throws herself into a rather uncoordinated run. Somehow she manages to catch up to the other filly, whether before the cave or once inside she doesn't rightly notice, she's far too focused on the delicate looking wings gracing the other's back. They're so much prettier than her own plain feathered wings. "Pwetty wings."
@Laume
Sorry about this post. I'm still trying to figure her out. They should get better after this. :D But she's here to help with the trial, as promised.
