out of the frying pan

HELOVIA: Heavenly Fields, Birth

Coolness surrounds the babe at first. All she can do is cry out with her untested lungs against the intangible air. Shivering from the drop of temperature that invades the surfaces of her skin. Her bright blue eyes are finally released. And while the world is muted in its grays, it is as vibrant as anything they have ever witnessed. The crying stops, her eyes are filled and overwhelmed by the strange things that inhabit the surrounding territory.

Before she can even give thought to her findings, warmth returns. As kisses that begin to ward the coolness, providing the newborn a fondness for these velvet lips. A laugh escapes the infant, she smiles without knowing it and her eyes beam up to take in her mother’s face.

She tries to nudge the larger form with her snout, missing Glasgow’s head entirely and veering suddenly against their neck. Pressing against it instead, grinning and laughing. With a hum she closed her eyes to take in Glasgow’s scent. It calmed the little one; it filled her spirit with an insatiable restlessness.

It spurned the child to shed the awful wet, and to stand, and run and move, and be like the warmth that is her mother. After several tries Noëlle stands on shaking limbs, crying out triumphantly. Before she can escape the final purchases of her mother, she is gifted the necklace. The little piece of the warmth and the kindness that abounds from Glasgow, inhabits the horn with a peculiar presence. It isn’t long before mother leads them onwards. The filly bounds along by her side, an itch, a tickle producing little fits of coughing as they travel along.

HELOVIA: Spectral Marsh

They join the growing crowds, pressing the girl close to her mother’s side. There are so many of them, so many voices and furrowed brows, gazes that tremble – muted facades lost within the throng. A booming voice erupts, startles the girl – she has never heard a voice that carried so much weight to it. As if it might collapse the things around her – including herself – should she defy its careful instruction.

It isn’t terror that immediately seizes her, when the bodies erupt into a green, illuminating smoke. The screams rather, and the cries strike a hidden chord that send an uncomfortable tremor through the girl. Her ears fold, and press against her skull as she looses her breath. A feeble whine escapes her.

Mother is already nudging her away. Noëlle is lost to the destruction from her small angle. The limbs of the people around her, and the ensuing, frantic atmosphere scramble her focus. Mother’s rough muzzle ushers her further into the lake of people, but it feels wrong to plunge ahead without her. The filly looks back, confused by her mother’s stern resolve.

By then she had already lost Glasgow to the crowd. Pushed and jostled ahead, Noëlle began to fight the current. A voice cried out for her mother, the same voice that would cry out for her name afterwards. Tears began to fall from her eyes, as soon as she started in a fit of coughs. Meanwhile the tall and steady form of Cassius came to her side.

“Mah?”

“Stay by my side, Noëlle.” His voice came out ragged, in a stern bark. Bold, despite having lost all substance to their voice. When she wouldn’t move, the stallion pushed her ahead. She trembled as they moved closer into the portal. The stallion looked ahead, ensuring the bodies would not cross her path beside them.

THE RIFT

Her muted world no longer existed. She entered the Rift with a heavy inhale, staggering along with the stallion beside her. This world was vibrant, ethereal between the shadows. The little one was exhausted already, cold from the moisture that clung to every surface and hair. She’d already forgotten about the necklace around her neck, tied around her mother’s horn, or the stallion, as she pressed herself against his warm forelegs. Moving her muzzle against his chest, and closing her eyes.

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Magics:
{SAFE}
{*]:: [ Magic: Earth | Able to craft with crystal ] \n:: [ Restrictions | Can craft 3 small items, 2 medium items, or 1 large item per season. ]\n \n{*}:: [ Magic: LightxTime | Able to extract information from glass or crystal objects by touching them ] \n:: [ Restrictions | Limited, incomplete knowledge from recent past (1 season); requires permission. ]\n \nRegular Items:\n{*}[ Item: Broken horn necklace | Piece of broken horn attached to string to form a necklace}
{*][ Item: Horn Goad | Defensive. A gold horn goad to protect the damaged part. ]\n \n Rift-god / Kaos items\n{*}n/a\n \n Amulets : 1 Earth Amulet\n \n Companion/s : \n[*}n/a

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