The Portal
naerys
The shatters were amplified - the sound causing her to jolt her head upwards and backwards, front hooves only slightly leaving the ground for the briefest of moments. But unlike the pain so clearly etched on her mother's face, she is filled with an entirely different sensation - a soothing wave of comfort that she felt herself nearly relax into. She felt fine. No, better than fine and somehow that made her skin crawl. This place had turned her aunt into a foal (except, clearly her mind didn't revert) and caused her mother pain. Petyr didn't feel right either, the connect felt weak, almost fuzzy. Yet the exploding amulets left her feeling soothed, like some sort of angel rubbed a healing balm all over her soul. And she was suddenly surrounded by this soft, delightful floral smell - as though she were standing in a summer meadow filled with pretty flowers.
WHY IS THIS SO PLEASANT?
Oh wait. Here comes the unpleasant part. 'What the hell? Nae. Your pregnant?' Iona's comment causes her to shrink a bit, clamping her wings more tightly against her sides (as if that'll hide it), diverting her eyes to the ground beneath her where the ever familiar and ever persistent passionflowers grow. Flushed with embarrassment, she doesn't know what to say. "I..." but then Aly speaks. Green? She is green too? "Wait... what?!" she blurts out, whipping her head around in an attempt to see what everyone else saw. Sure enough, her wings were now green and shiny. She extends her left wing and reaches towards it with her nose and that's when she discovers the floral smell. "They smell like flowers..." she adds with a light smile. That's when she notices that the feathers extend to and down her chest as well. Brimming with curiosity, the girl shifts to look everywhere else as well - only the discover the same feathers growing down the backs of her fetlocks.
"We match now, Petyr!" she declares softly to the bird nestled upon her back and though she could feel his delight, it was muted as though he were exhausted or his emotions were coming to her from a long distance and she couldn't hear him the way she could back in Helovia. It was concerning but she could tell he was alive and had hopes that he would be back to his old self soon. Unlike Alysanne, however, Iona's squeaky protests (and cursing) sent Naerys into a bit of a giggle fit. Alysanne's motherly chiding only served to make it all worse. For the moment, her pregnancy was forgotten. For the moment, her shame is gone. And as Alysanne moves to greet the stallion and foal nearby, she was off the hook for providing an explanation (at least for now). Naerys turned her attention to baby Iona, Zoeya, and Lyanna. "Are we all otherwise unscathed? We should stick together and as much as I hate to say it, we should probably move away from the portal and try to find somewhere safe... whatever that might look like here."
Naerys moves closer to Zoeya, or perhaps waddles would be more accurate, and attempts to ruffle her foal-fluffy forelock. She offers a sheepish smile to Iona, uncomfortably hugging her sides but otherwise remaining silent. Her reasons seem stupid now that she clearly isn't dead but what's done is done - she would be a mother soon. She isn't ready but that hardly matters anymore.
WHY IS THIS SO PLEASANT?
Oh wait. Here comes the unpleasant part. 'What the hell? Nae. Your pregnant?' Iona's comment causes her to shrink a bit, clamping her wings more tightly against her sides (as if that'll hide it), diverting her eyes to the ground beneath her where the ever familiar and ever persistent passionflowers grow. Flushed with embarrassment, she doesn't know what to say. "I..." but then Aly speaks. Green? She is green too? "Wait... what?!" she blurts out, whipping her head around in an attempt to see what everyone else saw. Sure enough, her wings were now green and shiny. She extends her left wing and reaches towards it with her nose and that's when she discovers the floral smell. "They smell like flowers..." she adds with a light smile. That's when she notices that the feathers extend to and down her chest as well. Brimming with curiosity, the girl shifts to look everywhere else as well - only the discover the same feathers growing down the backs of her fetlocks.
"We match now, Petyr!" she declares softly to the bird nestled upon her back and though she could feel his delight, it was muted as though he were exhausted or his emotions were coming to her from a long distance and she couldn't hear him the way she could back in Helovia. It was concerning but she could tell he was alive and had hopes that he would be back to his old self soon. Unlike Alysanne, however, Iona's squeaky protests (and cursing) sent Naerys into a bit of a giggle fit. Alysanne's motherly chiding only served to make it all worse. For the moment, her pregnancy was forgotten. For the moment, her shame is gone. And as Alysanne moves to greet the stallion and foal nearby, she was off the hook for providing an explanation (at least for now). Naerys turned her attention to baby Iona, Zoeya, and Lyanna. "Are we all otherwise unscathed? We should stick together and as much as I hate to say it, we should probably move away from the portal and try to find somewhere safe... whatever that might look like here."
Naerys moves closer to Zoeya, or perhaps waddles would be more accurate, and attempts to ruffle her foal-fluffy forelock. She offers a sheepish smile to Iona, uncomfortably hugging her sides but otherwise remaining silent. Her reasons seem stupid now that she clearly isn't dead but what's done is done - she would be a mother soon. She isn't ready but that hardly matters anymore.
@Zoeya ;D
IN YOUR HEART SHALL BURN AN UNQUENCHABLE FLAME
permission for all except death and dismemberment
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