out of the frying pan

Pregnant. She is pregnant but honestly she isn't entirely surprised. She did do more than just cuddle with Kvasir and she is just over three years old. Truth be told, though, she had every expectation that she would die so the fact that her sides had begun to grow round didn't entirely phase her just yet. The more the shadows squeezed them closer together, the more the blackness seemed to darken the only home she'd ever known the more her impending doom seemed to sink in. As she drifts closer to the Spectral Marsh, her teal eyes scour the gathering crowd for the familiar face of her mother. Oddly, she isn't difficult to spot and with her wings tucked tightly, the young mare slips between the bodies and arrives at her mother's side. Her rounded sides have crossed the line from plump to obvious pregnancy, forcing her to stand with a bit more distance between her and her mother than she'd really like to have in this particular moment. Even with Petyr on her back, braiding her mane the young mare cannot obtain the comfort she so desires. Death looms before her like some sort of disfigured shadow beast and no matter how hard she'd worked to accept her fate, she was still afraid. She simply is not ready. That, however, is when she spies him - a flash of warm tones and massive white wings draws her attention. And she goes from afraid to seething in about thirty seconds flat - possibly less, and almost certainly due to pregnancy hormones. He approaches without hesitation (yeah, yeah... keep poking the bear, pops), and all she can do is pin her ears and glare at him. None of it phases him, of course, and he simply moves to embrace mother; an embrace that she readily and happily returns. When he finally looks at her, though, his expression is pained but also exhausted. Yet, he doesn't speak. He is eerily silent as Eliana lifts the amulets from around his neck - placing one around her neck and the other around Alysanne's. Perhaps it was a peace offering, but Naerys would have bet everything she had in this moment that it was something different. But what? The fire of her anger slowly fades away, confusion thoroughly replacing it. Whispered 'I love you's? Giving away physical possessions? Sudden tender, loving gestures? Well, fuck. The moment 'I'm sorry' slips from his lips and he turns to leave is the same moment it dawns on Naerys that he's a walking sacrifice. A martyr, even though he knows that his end is nigh. Naerys stands there shocked, watching her father walk away until movement beside her snaps her back to reality. Alysanne begins to follow him but Naerys moves quickly to block her path. In truth, she still can't speak. And as she watches him die, the bitterness in her heart turns against her. He died believing that she hated him. And that knowledge would tear her apart sooner than any corrupt beastly 'god' could. Tears well in her eyes, hot and burning, but she clenches her jaw to hold back the sobs that threatened to come. She can only watch, helpless, as others suffer the same fate at the will of Kaos. She watches, but she doesn't really see. Naerys is frozen to the spot until she feels her mother nudge her toward the portal. With Alysanne and Zoeya by her side and Petyr following just overhead, she enters the portal. Her trip through the portal was fairly quick but the sudden fall at the end caught her by surprise. Instantly, her large wings unfurl and she flaps them to slow her descent. It works... mostly. Her landing is rough and she stumbles but she manages to remain on all four hooves. Her stance is spread, much like a foal learning to stand and though she knows she must look utterly ridiculous she doesn't move. Instead she clenches her eyes shut in a vain attempt to rid herself of the dizziness and disorientation that plagues her. Petyr, himself swirled a bit out of control as he attempted to soar through the portal. The vibrant bird lands with a soft thud upon her back. He is breathing but for now he is quiet and unmoving. By the time Naerys has managed to gather herself together, she can hear her mother laughing uproariously. Adjusting her stance to one far less awkward, she turns to see a foal sized Iona and wait... is Aly green? Naerys' confusion is evident and for several heart beats she simply stares with a bewildered expression. "Mama? Auntie?" she manages to nearly splutter out. "Wha-what's going on here? You're different... both of you." If the Rift changed them, goodness only knows what it has done to her. N A E R Y S

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Naerys Transfer
{link to SWP participation} : N/A, wasn't able to get her posted by herself last night, she made an appearance in Mikey and Aly's posts, though.
 
Magics:
{*]Can transform into a black Siberian Cat.\n:: {Restrictions | Immobilized for 10 sec, can only transform once during battle.} **SAFE**\n \n{*}Purple and white passionflowers grow where hooves touch.\n \nEnchanted items\n{*}None\n \nRift-god / Kaos items\n{*}None\n \nAmulets : 2 Earth\n \nCompanion/s : \n{*}Petyr - Bornean Green Magpie **SAFE**\n      Date Obtained; August 16, 2015\n      Birthdate: Late Drench 1170 \n \nSpecies change (if applicable) : N/A\n \nRequests: None\n \nOther Items: \n:: [ Item: Dagger (\"Isabela\") | Offensive. A medium dual-bladed, ornate steel dagger with a grey leather grip. ] \n:: [ Item: Leather Dagger Sheath | A small, black leather sheath. ] \n:: [ Item: Bone | Small sesamoid bone. ] \n:: [ Item: Armor | Defensive. Black leather armor, reinforced with thin black metal plates. ] \n:: [ Item: Face Plate | Defensive. Black leather face plate, reinforced with thin black metal plates. ] \n:: [ Item: Jewelry | Nightingale necklace; circular pendant with an embossed bird beneath a round black opal stone. ]\n \n \nAlerie Transfer  - UNBORN FOAL - Reference\nMagics:\n{*}EarthxWind (U) | Ability to condense flower petals into creatures that may overwhelm/engulf others. \n:: {Restrictions | Can summon 3 small (medium dog and lower) or 1 large creatures. ] **SAFE**\\n \\nEnchanted items\\n{*}None\\n \\nRift-god / Kaos items\\n[*}None\n \nAmulets : 0\n \nCompanion/s : \n[*}None
 
Species change (if applicable) : N/A, she's a hybrid.
 
Requests: None
 
Other items: (I guess they're technically being carried in by Nae, but oh well)
:: [ Item: Cloak | Pale blue cloak, secured with a floral clasp. ]
:: [ Item: Comb | Pale gold hair comb with a red coral stone rose, pale gold leaves, and a few pearls. ]