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Private Solanis 
Alysanne
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#1

She had wandered, there didn’t really seem to be much else to do - she was looking for her friends, of course, not so much seeking to explore this strange new place that they had found themselves in. And walking seemed to be the only way she could feel comfortable. Not only was she about to burst with this pregnancy but her neck and the backs of her legs were itchy. The ceaseless rain did not do anything to help - it neatly washed off anything she applied to sooth the itch.

What she didn’t expect was to recognize a scent on the air as she wandered, to feel a pull on her heart that went back to when she was a filly. She actually gasped when she first caught the scent - knowing it so well, but having forgotten it after living in Helovia for so long.

So she followed it and didn’t believe her eyes when she was standing there, in the forest of her childhood.

It was here. How could that be?

Did that mean somewhere among these brightly coloured trees and ferns her parents might be here?

A muzzle pressed gently into the bark of the first dragonfly willow she could reach, her green eyes - the green of this forest - closing as sobs shook her body. Tears she couldn’t quite explain overtook her and she forgot for a moment what she had been wandering for, forgot her quest to find as many of her friends as possible. It wasn’t until a sharp pain woke her from her daydreaming that she knew she couldn’t just stand here, lost in memories.

Her childhood was here, within her grasp, but another childhood was about to begin.

Beneath the bows of a large dragonfly willow, she laid down to give birth - she didn’t expect to be alone for long, her family was strong and close. All of the fear and uncertainty that had plagued her with Zoeya’s birth was dimmed now - it seemed impossible to give into it in such a bright forest. The bright sun flowers bloomed in the grass, shining with such intensity that Alysanne forgot that it was past midnight. Even the rain had lightened up somewhat, just a soft patter on the leaves above her head.

Whether it was the comforting scenery, or something else that has changed, but this birth came easier than Zoeya’s. Though tears still fell and soaked the ground beneath her, they were a strange combination of grief and joy. Miykael wasn’t here but she was home. The Edge had been her home for so long, but this place was so much more than that cliffside forest. This hadn’t been where she took her first steps but it had been where she had first met her father, where she had learned from him and discovered a love for nature so instinctual that it would never fade.

It seemed right, she supposed, that she would return here with a coat similar to that of her father’s.

In a short amount of time, it was over and Alysanne was scrambling to her feet, turning to see the pale grey, beautiful colt that lay there. Though the sadness remained in her heart, the smile that shone in her eyes dried the tears and she moved closer to clean him, to nuzzle him and take in the scent of her youngest child. “Mika.” She breathed his name into his neck. “My beautiful son.”


alysanne
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@Mika @Iona @Naerys @Zekle @Mauna
UM I think that's everyone that showed interest in coming?? But just give me a nudge if you'd like to hop in because I probably forgot someone <333
Mika
Currently championing:
#2
How much does a foal sense from inside his mother’s womb? How much of the heartache and sorrow reaches the babe in his undeveloped state? Can he feel his dam’s fears and be aware of his family’s hardships? Who knows?

Mika would not remember his birth, but maybe one day someone would tell him about this night. The night when he first got a glimpse of the moon and stars above, when he took his first deep breath of air. Maybe.

He came to this world, this fearsome dimension, the wrong way - but in the right way. His hind legs were stretched out behind him and his wings lay over his head. How he had managed to twist and stretch that way was beyond anyone too know, but he caused his mother minimal pain even in this awkward position. Before long he lay on the grass. Hidden under huge gray, black and white wings he took his first breath. Without hesitation the foal had began his life. Above the mother and son shone the moon through the clouds, but its light was redundant in this already vibrant forest.

The foal under the glowing willow suddenly made a sound. His deep, first breath had lasted longer than normal and his exhale came in a bone rattling sneeze! His entire body flickered like a faulty light fixture with the violent exhaust of air. Then, as the clouds parted before the moon, all over the colt’s body dapples lit up, glowing like large stars on his hide.

Mika lifted his head, his small neck trembled and his wings fell away from his face. A diamond shaped star and a disconnected strip adorned his brow and nose ridge and his eyes where teal. There would be no doubt what family he came from and surely he would grow to love each and every one of his relatives. With such a devoted mother, how could he not?

A small, hoarse nigh escaped his throat as he saw his dam. Mika’s story had begun…

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Iona
Currently championing:
#3
I BOW MY HEAD TO THE SETTING SUN

Exploring this place had been slow going. Her current stature was to blame for some of that slow-going. Though she was aging much faster than a normal youngster, her flight feathers hadn’t yet re-developed to a point where they could sustain flight. Being earthbound in a strange place was enough to drive Iona mad, as if being stuck in the body of a child wasn’t enough. And then there was the fact that both her sister and her niece had arrived to the Rift heavily pregnant. She wasn’t willing to stray too far away from either one of them in a place such as this even if she was certainly a more diminutive presence nowadays.

Iona felt about this place as she did about Nocturne when they had stumbled upon it. Wary. Suspicious. Paranoid. She was never one to really enjoy magic or the so called gifts it brought since it was so easily corrupted. And this place? This place seemed even worse than Nocturne. After seeing how Helovia had fallen, Iona wasn’t sure she’d sleep through the night again. But she could cope with this lifestyle. She had before, and she would again. She keep her family safe.

She didn’t really question her resolve until she had stumbled upon this place. Because it was familiar. Familiar in a way that the Rift shouldn’t be. The trees. The flora. The fauna…they were all things that she remembered from the last time she was, well, the age she appeared to be now. But how? How was a land from her childhood here?

The very same tumult of emotions that had reduced Alysanne to tears brewed frustration and anger in Iona. She didn’t understand. She couldn’t make sense of what she was seeing. And she hated it. And she knew that only her sister could possibly have some explanation for all of this, or at least some hope of understanding…

But when Iona found her sister, she was not alone. The once-pregnant Alysanne was pregnant no longer, and a colt lay in the deep green grasses alongside her. Iona could have kicked herself for not being more aware that Aly’s time was so soon and hurried to her sister’s side.

“Aly, are you alright? Do you need anything?” The words came in a rush as she checked over her sister, ensuring that she wouldn’t have to leave immediately to find someone with some healing ability. Perhaps Lyanna or even little Zoeya…

But then her gaze fell upon the colt and a smile tugged at the child-mare’s lips. ”Hi little one. I’m your aunt Iona. And your momma and I are going to keep you safe.”

 I O N A
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Wanted to have her here officially <3

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Rift Presence
Currently championing:
#4
The young Foliava was starving. The fading sunlight had made it nearly impossible to gain any meals from the sun; even the solar flowers had been far in-between for this blind, slow-moving creature to photosynthesize from. And it hadn’t stumbled upon a Deviltree in a very, very long time.

So it was in a starved, stumbling stupor that this part-plant, part-creature trundled through the underbrush in Solanis. Its green skin was pale; the usually vibrant fronts from it’s head now drooping and wilted. Fortunately (for the Foliava) it was this hungry state that made it so sensitive to the soft glow of light given off by the very small patch of Solar Flowers that were beneath the Dragonfly Willow.

Unfortunately for the mare and newborn colt, this starved state made the Foliava rather clumsy and reckless in its steps towards food.

Thus a thick and heavy (surprisingly so for its size) foot landed square on the colt in the Foliava’s path towards the Solar flowers. It stumbled, nearly falling at the suddenly uneven earth foal beneath its feet.

And then it continued, seeking to dine on the flower’s light.
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Naerys
Currently championing:
#5
NAERYS
In the days following Alerie's birth, Naerys kept close to her family: anxiety being the supreme ruler over her - leaving her mentally panicked but physically numb. Every day she goes through the basic motions that ensure her survival as well as Alerie's. Basic because the overwhelming feelings of love and sacrifice have yet to come. She cares, of course, but the love is slow to set in - trickling in through the smallest possible pin-sized hole. Perhaps it is due to a complex number of issues or perhaps she is simply an unfit mother. Logic believes the first but it is quiet, a faint whisper against the anxiety induced scream declaring the latter.

It would be a lie to say that mothering came naturally to Naerys. Even with the filly so close to her side much of the day and night, it takes considerable effort to remember that she can't just fly off to explore. Unlike her mother, she longs to study this new place. Her young, wandering heart tugs at her the way a young child eagerly tugs on mother's sleeve, wanting little more than to dive head first into a new adventure. With the filly by her side, depending on her to fulfill every need, there is no room for adventures. No room for the possible dangers that might lurk in these strange lands. Dangers, her anxiety decides, that could snatch the filly from her faster than she could pull her dagger from its' sheath.

And though the mother's love has yet to set in, the mere thought of something taking Alerie is enough to churn her stomach and make her feel ill.

She'd been traveling behind Alysanne, her filly glued to her side as she always is, before she had to stop to give Alerie a meal and a break. Petyr, whom had been flying overhead, flutters down to rest upon Naerys' back. He doesn't remain for long. Follow mother. We'll catch up as soon as we can. Naerys requests silently through their bond as she turns her head to gaze at him from over her shoulder. Petyr simply nods and then he's gone, his vibrant green form rising quickly from her back and disappearing into the dark night sky. Naerys gazes after him, watching the beloved bird until she can't see him anymore. Only then does she feel Alerie suckling, filling her little belly with warm milk and soon after settling in for a nap on the passionflowers growing at their feet.

Petyr finds Alysanne just before she lays down to give birth and the vivid bird settles himself onto a branch nearby. His interest in the scene unfolding below wanes but he watches still: for Naerys. His pale eyes watch the colt being born and the arrival of Iona but when Naerys doesn't come, he shifts his gaze in the general direction of where he'd left her. With no noticeable stress coursing through their bond, he deems her to be safe for now. His irritation, though, is placed on full display - impatience dominating his mood, making it quite difficult to just wait here in these odd trees.

When the filly stirs from her short nap, there is a renewed sense of vigor in the little one's steps; one that leaves Naerys practically dancing in her delight. Their pace is faster than it had been before the break, her eagerness to catch up to Alysanne causing her to push Alerie a bit harder than she normally would. The filly manages to keep up and the two arrive just in time to see a strange creature step and stumble over the pale grey foal not far from Alysanne. Her ears pin back and her teal eyes narrow in a heated glare - shooting mental daggers at the lumbering creature for being so careless. Naerys shifts to bump Alerie's rump lightly with her nose, sending her to join Alysanne. "HEY!" she shouts at the creature as soon as her filly is safely tucked in with the family. "Take care where you step." she nearly snarls through clenched teeth, snorting harshly as if to emphasize her point. Her desire for normalcy as well as her need to protect override the logic that says the creature looks pale, wilted even, and lacks eyes. She might have let it roll off her shoulders if she'd noticed those rather prevalent details - instead, this just might be her biggest mistake yet.

which is more dangerous, the dagger brandished by an enemy,
or the hidden one pressed to your back by someone you never even see?
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@Alysanne @Rift Presence
It only took me forever (so sorry!) but Nae is here. I'll try and get Alerie up tomorrow. <3
IN YOUR HEART SHALL BURN AN UNQUENCHABLE FLAME
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