The Pinnacle
01-18-2018, 09:48 PM
Place a name upon the night, one to set your heart alight
And to make the darkness bright
Paint the sky with stars.
And to make the darkness bright
Paint the sky with stars.
Taivas cared little for Aurelia, yet there was no enmity from her side in their relationship. The shaman simply found the girl to be more exhausting than she was really worth - argumentative for the sake of being difficult. So, when the golden pegasus lands upon the Pinnacle nearby, the relief felt by the kindhearted girl is brief.
She acknowledges the mare with nothing more than a dip of her head before quickening her pace up the path, soon interrupted by another stallion she did not recognize much. She believes that she had seen him during the meeting with Kisamoa, yet nothing definitive pops out of her mind about the slack faced man. He seems quiet and serious, but he greets Aurelia with a smooth voice free of irritation. "Hello," Taivas says quietly, once again failing to introduce herself or remembering that was considered 'normal'.
A figure grows against the blue light of the Pinnacle, a massive armored catlike being. The closer they draw, the larger and larger the Protector appears, and Taivas's heart begins to quickly pace within her chest, though outwardly she appears calm and collected.
Halting a few paces from his massive feet, the shaman looks up toward the face of the Protector, a shroud of light and metal armor, giving him a polite bow. Thankfully for the socially inept mare, the Protector takes it upon himself to begin.
The tendrils of light spilling out of scales of armor appear to smile playfully as the Protector begins his riddles. "Alright," Taivas says, confident at least that she was fairly sharp-witted.
She takes a pause after he begins to speak, as if considering carefully. An answer shoots into her mind, but she wonders if it is too obvious. The painted girl glances at her companions for a moment before turning back to the Protector, face flat and even, but eyes brimming with soft glowing determination.
"All of us," she says, her voice small and quiet, "that were given orbs by Kisamoa."
""
She acknowledges the mare with nothing more than a dip of her head before quickening her pace up the path, soon interrupted by another stallion she did not recognize much. She believes that she had seen him during the meeting with Kisamoa, yet nothing definitive pops out of her mind about the slack faced man. He seems quiet and serious, but he greets Aurelia with a smooth voice free of irritation. "Hello," Taivas says quietly, once again failing to introduce herself or remembering that was considered 'normal'.
A figure grows against the blue light of the Pinnacle, a massive armored catlike being. The closer they draw, the larger and larger the Protector appears, and Taivas's heart begins to quickly pace within her chest, though outwardly she appears calm and collected.
Halting a few paces from his massive feet, the shaman looks up toward the face of the Protector, a shroud of light and metal armor, giving him a polite bow. Thankfully for the socially inept mare, the Protector takes it upon himself to begin.
The tendrils of light spilling out of scales of armor appear to smile playfully as the Protector begins his riddles. "Alright," Taivas says, confident at least that she was fairly sharp-witted.
She takes a pause after he begins to speak, as if considering carefully. An answer shoots into her mind, but she wonders if it is too obvious. The painted girl glances at her companions for a moment before turning back to the Protector, face flat and even, but eyes brimming with soft glowing determination.
"All of us," she says, her voice small and quiet, "that were given orbs by Kisamoa."
""
Taivas
[ ooc - I'M SORRY I SUCK AT KEEPING THESE SHORT.
Greets Ruwin, bows to the Protector, and attempts to answer his riddle with:
"All of us that were given orbs by Kisamoa."]
