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close your eyes and breathe
Open Glaring Geysirs 
Taivas the Hopebringer
Currently championing: Reszo
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Flying back toward the East, Taivas keeps her eyes focused on the thin line in the distance.  The shaman found it humbling that even Uwaritace could look so small from far away.

Her mind continues to wander and drift, like a leaf gently coasting on the surface of a lake, traveling wherever the wind bid.  Were it not for the magical charm tucked within the braids of her mane, it is entirely likely she would not have been able to focus on much else aside from the bitter chill of winter.  In her mind, she recalls the last Freeze she spent here.  Arriving in the Rift, meeting Roscorro, saving Waker - it all feels so clear, making it difficult to believe a year had already passed.

Protected largely from the bitter cold, her attention can be placed elsewhere instead of whining flesh sore joints; last year, would she have even been able to fly in such weather?  Likely not.

Still, the cold is not so removed from her body that she does not notice the warmth suddenly rising from the earth.  The upswell alone causes her flight to veer madly for a moment, her dark eyes snapping to the ground as she desperately tries to right herself after the commotion.  She is successful, but she loses enough altitude that her eyes can make out details on the ground below.  Taivas squints and then dips further down, confusion touching her face softly.

The shaman did not recognize this land, but she had been present when the Northern realm had been "reopened".

In her reverie, the mare had failed to notice that she was flying over what used to be a strange barrier of darkness - not tangible but clearly marked.  Now, the floor below her opens up like an arid desert, with pools of glimmering water below.  Steam rises in billowing waves from the pools of water below.  The mare smiles, for the land is warm, through some ingenious natural mechanism.

Softly her hooves land on the rocky surface beside the waters, and the shaman carefully observes the bubbling waters with delight.  How ironic that she would have a warm haven this year when the charm rendered it useless.  Ah, well, such is the way of the Rift.""
Do you live for the love you've found?
Some sad slow song to lay you down and still your weary worried heart
Throw light upon your darkest dark
image credit to the lovely Blu


[ ooc:  For @Savera ]