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it's in the smoke and pouring fatigue.
Open Tar Pits 
Taivas the Hopebringer
Currently championing: Reszo
#1
If you'll be my star, I'll be your sky
You can hide underneath me and come out at night
She had never seen the Dragon's Throat, the Wildwing Islands, or the Pegasus Cliffs.  Despite this, her mother shared the descriptions of those places with a voice calm and full of longing.  Taivas began to imagine them, live vicariously in the depths of the stories told by her mother in cold nights under the stars.  Father only knew of the Fields and surrounding areas, never being a soul fit for adventure.  He, too, listened, attention rapt, as Onni described  for him the constellations and open expanse of sky visible in the desert.

The only thing Talin loved more than his family was the Night Sky, after all.

So, it is with a morose mood that Taivas watches the sun break over the horizon.  The stars slowly flit and fade with the increase of sunlight, drowning their gentle glow in pallid pink and yellow.  Despite the warm the sunlight seems to promise, the air is still bitingly cold.  Her wings wrap around her protectively, clutching what warmth she could manage in thin layers of feathers.  Briefly, the starlit girl wonders what happened to the boy she found careening, drenched and tired, into the Portal.

No use wondering over things you can not answer, she supposes.

The meek sun raises slightly more into the sky, revealing the expanse of a great desert before her.  However, despite never having set eyes upon Helovia, Taivas knows this is not the desert she had been seeking.  The color of the sand is dull and lifeless, not radiant like lifeblood.  There are not waves of sandstone peeking out in the distance.  The Rift, wherever this was, did not hold the place she wished to go.

However, Taivas could not bring herself to leave blindly.  Somehow, she had missed her destination.  Somehow, she ended up in the wrong area of the globe entirely.  Until she could find someone to point her in the direction she wished to go, staying put was her best course of action.

Luckily, the shaman was known back home for her never-ending patience.

Still, the chill and frost causes her muscles to ache and whine for movement.  Slowly, she walks along the floor of the desert; she gave up flying most anywhere nowadays, since she was in no hurry to leave.  Her travels bring her further north, seeking more warmth from the sun in the bland landscape.  Minutes or hours, some undefined amount of time passes with an unremarkable pace.

Then, something catches her eye.

A dark ooze, bubbling and fizzing in the cold, sitting amid the flat sands of the desert.  Quietly, the girl approaches the strange, massive pool of... gunk that smells acrid, borderline putrid.  The fizzles and hiss of each bubble that pops through the viscous substance warns her not to touch the surface.  However, there is something that outweighs the repulsive scent.

Warmth.

The pit of goo and sizzles radiates a warmth Taivas hadn't felt since arriving in this land.  With a smile on her face, she remains on the outskirts of the muck.  Like a witches cauldron, you might not want to step inside, but there is a fire underneath it.

This will do, she thinks to herself pleasantly while doing her best to ignore the sulfuric air.

When I turn jet black, and you show off your light
I live to let you shine
Taivas



[ ooc -- Hopefully @Roscorro wouldn't mind joining her, but open for anyone.  ^^ ]


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it's in the smoke and pouring fatigue. - by Taivas - 11-30-2017, 03:03 AM