Blood Falls
04-07-2018, 10:46 AM
Eira...
Although the older, braver, brighter mare was perhaps not he most wholesome company to keep, Eira was glad (to begin with), to have someone to follow and lean against; another body between the cruel wilds of the Rift and her own vulnerability. It was easy to ignore the haughty comments and condescending grace for that reason, so too, she was less the censorious type. She sought to find the goodness in those she met, viewed them with a trusting, wholesome eye, even when that heart they offered was brief and tremulous as a passing shadow… The frail filly was unfit for dancing, though she watched the proceedings with a genuine smile and swayed here and there, when the music truly touched her soul. With bent legs and a vigourless frame, she tired quickly and sought comfort in isolation, drifting to the shadows gradually as the deep hue of midnight swept over. It seemed Valkyrie too was weary - or perhaps there was some element of true care, there in her sudden attentiveness, for the paler mare swept along behind her like a silent wraith through the darkness, fussing about and insisting that a more comfortable bed lay at the end of the journey they should take; the one that apparently could not wait. Nevertheless, the humble hybrid had not the energy to argue and obliged, travelling with the other upon her heels most of the time. Though she’d never seen The Pinnacle prior, it occurred to her that the darkness which had been (and refused to let them through), was receding, for she and the winged woman in white, managed to venture beyond, into a wintry world that had been slumbering beneath the veil of shadow, for as long as she’d been roaming through the Rift. The snow was cold, leaking wet chill beneath the saturated length of her un-shedding coat, and Eira began to shiver and slow, for her body was exerting much of its weak strength into maintaining some warmth. The right ear swivelled backwards, joining her sister in reverse slumber while Fay, the tiny Eriucla nestled deeper into the down just inside. It was about that time too, that Valkyrie’s interest shifted. Where she had been pushing hard from behind, the limber mare had leapt and danced forward into the front, and distance was growing between them - until the night at last swallowed her altogether. Eira simply couldn’t keep up. Following the deep trenches cut into the rolling, snow-shrouded landscape, she eventually arrived at the same place as those ahead of her (the white mare included), and though the ferociously frothing watercourse they were studying intrigued her also, the reserved child lingered in the background. To her surprise she saw the armoured mare of the Labyrinth and vision of their moment shared that rain-drenched day clouded her mind, and slow but steady gait carried her nearer to Kiada, but still she did not seek to draw forth their notice. "I am a book of snow, a spacious hand, an open meadow, a circle that waits, I belong to the earth and its winter." |
Mention - @Kiada, though I'm mainly just throwing her in at this point.
