The Portal
yael
Before the golden woman can say or do anything, the amulets around her neck begin to shriek (literally), until they crack, spattering her with molten metal and eliciting quite the series of high-pitched gasps from a mouth which tried to stifle them. It didn’t work, naturally, because liquid metal isn’t something one can easily bite back the pain from. Yael whimpers ever so softly, taking a rare moment to allow herself to want to melt along with the bits of magic which flee their Helovian cages.
Luckily, the girls aren’t scared by her outburst; it’s likely that they’ve experienced their own unpleasant sensations while traveling through the portal - and they aren’t so young as to be utterly terrified and vulnerable. The tiny pegasus offers them what she thinks is a calming smile, while giving them a quick, curious once-over. They appear to be close, mirroring each other’s words, like twins often do. And yet they do not look alike, do not even both have wings, or an inherited similar marking. It’s funny how genetics work. It doesn’t even occur to Yael that one of them has wings similar to Gaal, so preoccupied is she by other thoughts.
Yes, I am from Xelovia,” she replies quietly, “I vas ze Seer een ze Edge… before…” Before there were no Gods to serve, save Kaos. But perhaps it will be comforting to them, for a liaison to the Gods is surely to be trusted. Isn’t she? One of their voices trembles, full of everything the much older woman attempts to viciously beat down. Hide it. Be a strong. Go into mother dragon mode. She breathes deeply and looks from filly to filly, and then back again. “I am Yael. Vhat are your names… ah, do you need some xelp?”
Give her something to do. Anything. Let her begin her penance here and now, in the first minutes of her new life.
trust your heart if the seas catch fire
live by love, though the stars walk backwards
@Melita @Clementine @Graasvoel
Sorry this took so long : /
