She was going to do something horrible to get something that could only benefit her. It was the epitome of selfishness- she knew that, but here she was, doing it anyways. To rid herself of the ache in her lungs and the cloudiness in her vision, she needed to do two things: harvest an Asulli's feather and help a foal find their parents. She would try to tackle the later first, but she was horrible with children and did not even know where her own babe was at this point in time. This meant that she would have to rip of an innocent beast's feathers, an act that would pain the animal extremely and possibly result in it's death. Not only were the Asulli elusive beasts, but they were incredibly shy and she was sure the moment they caught a glimpse of her vibrant body they would run away. Not only was she a naturally brightly-colored horse, but one of the two golden lockets that hangs around her neck is charmed to allow little sparkles to glitter her body beautifully. Today, mid-drench, was actually not raining, allowing any nearby animals the perfect view of her. There was no hope she would be able to take a feather from a living beast, perhaps she could find one dead.
After walking for several minutes, she started growing tired. The constant coughing from the burning-feeling in her lungs and the tears that fell from her stinging eyes from the smoke cloud around her that only she could see was wearing her out. She needed relief from the feeling, but there was never any. She had tried everything- drinking water, turning on her own fire to cancel out the smoke (this one worked horribly), swimming, sleeping, nothing worked. She knew she had to move on with the trial. She could not endure another second.
Despite how horrible she felt, she looked.. good. She hadn't looked good in a while. Where her ribs used to show was now just a fat flank. The bald patches had grown in new hair. The worn-out look in her feature had also vanished. The mare looked rather heathly and pleasant, something which she hadn't in what felt like ages. She kept her eyes peeled for any signs of Asullis, but halted for a moment, leaning against the trunk of a nearby tree for a quick break.
Rainforest Cliffs
harvesting asulli feathers
