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A sad song in a minor key.
Open Rainforest Cliffs 
Taivas the Hopebringer
Currently championing: Reszo
#1
Place a name upon the night, one to set your heart alight
And to make the darkness bright
Paint the sky with stars.
Above her head, they spilled across the sky - a multitude of colors and lights, shapes and sizes, twinkling, unfamiliar in the dark.  The concepts were the same, the seemingly pattern-less array of them mirrored in her dark set eyes, but the details varied from the familiar map she knew.  The night sky existed eternally in the Fields, unchanging and reliable, but as she stands upon the windswept cliffs she realizes once more how the world had changed for her in a moment.  The universe shifted, along with her position within it.

Every event since arriving nails the realization further and further into her skull.  The Rift, the violent and eerie land she tripped into quite by accident, was her home now.  She was never to return to the soft grass of her childhood.  She would never hear the voice of her father and the other starsingers at dawn or dusk.  She would never learn from the elders again.  She would never feel the familiar pulse of the earth under her hooves.  She would never again greet the star of her birth.  She was displaced, left alone in this place.

Yet, so far, Taivas had managed in this world.
She used the teachings of her home to aid others and soothe the ache growing within her own heart.
She found the determination of her youth in every wall which greeted her.
Just as she had back then, she continued to seek and learn what she could.

Which is why, looking out onto the ocean as the last rays of light paint the waves and illuminate the trees behind her, Taivas begins to sing.  Her voice is heavy, thick with tears never shed but warm with familiarity.  As the sky darkens and the strength of the stars grow, she greets them like any true starsinger might - in ancient tongue, one passed from elder starsinger to the next, she sings to feel closer to her father as much as to pay respects to the sky coming to life above her.  Her voice dies down as the sun completely falls below the horizon, leaving nothing by stars and the chirp of summer fauna behind her in the forest.

And with that, the shaman stands underneath the soft glimmer of stars and moonlight, gleaming like a small personal moon on the cliffside.  Her dark eyes remain on the sky, memorizing the position of the stars above her.  It would take time, but all endeavors worth the effort usually do.
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[ ooc - just exploring some. Open for anyone! ]
Otem the Hopebringer
Currently championing:
#2


Truthfully, had Otem not seen the figure silhouetted against the falling sun, she would likely have thought the voice simply belonged to the Rift. The Rift had given her gifts, had guided her and had protected her - it wasn't much of a stretch to think that it could have a voice, if it wanted to. Besides whether or not it was possible, Taivas' voice seemed to fit so nicely into the mood and feel of the cliffs as the sun slowly sank into the water and the moon rose to take its place in the sky. 

It was only as the melody came to a halt that Otem's conscious mind actually seemed to take notice of it. In its absence the world seemed to fall so silent, as if everyone and every thing was simply holding its breath. Without realizing it, Otem noticed that she had been holding hers too, and gently let it out, not wanting to intrude on the hush.

"Keep an eye out for Tamlin." Otem said warily to Pandora. Despite the fact that Tamlin and she had ... shared an understanding about why he had attacked her so long ago in this place, the scar he had left on her shoulder lingered, just as her mistrust did.  The pale owlet hooted her agreement, and on nearly-silent wings, the predator lifted herself into the sky, looking for small varmints to hunt for her dinner. 

As the evening began to solidify and the world shifted into hues of purple and silver, Otem found herself near to the place where she had seen the silhouette while she had been walking. Having no way to know whether or not the figure ahead was the same one she had seen, she approached with caution. Seeing the fist-sized ball of light hovering softly near the pegasus' shoulder, Otem let her guard down slightly. She (perhaps wrongly) assumed that whomever Kisamoa had given a ball of light to was, if not a friend, at least not an enemy. 

"Hello," Otem offered, not wanting to seem as though she was trying to sneak up on the mare. Moving forward as unawkwardly as possible (but doing a poor job of it, truth be told), Otem let her gaze rise to the stars, feeling uncomfortable looking at the pale mare for too long, despite the fact that Otem was pretty sure that she was glowing. It would be rude to stare, and probably even more rude to ask, and so Otem swallowed and held her eyes upwards.  

"Do you think everyone sees the same stars? Even if they're far away? Or ... are there different stars, depending on where you are?"

otem
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Taivas the Hopebringer
Currently championing: Reszo
#3
Place a name upon the night, one to set your heart alight
And to make the darkness bright
Paint the sky with stars.
Hello.

Somewhat taken by surprise, Taivas's eyes are slightly wide as she turns to look at the new arrival.  Otherwise, her face is placid and unmoved, no emotion escaping outside of her dark set eyes.  The mare approaching looks large, though still not fully grown.  The awkward angles of her legs and joints suggest adolescent, though Taivas is fairly sure the bay already towers well above her.  There are soft feathered wings on her back, accompanied by a softly glowing orb of light.

Around her gentle face, horns curl down.
She is pretty, the healer thinks passively to herself.

"Hello," the painted girl responds, soft spoken voice still slightly melancholy in tone.  Singing her greetings to the stars had roused all sort of memories in her mind, both good and bad.  Her gaze lingers on the large girl for a moment before following her line of sight back toward the sky, a serene expression on her face.

She is somewhat surprised when her new companion asks about the sky, but perhaps she shouldn't be.  After all, the shaman had unabashedly been staring upward to the stars, enjoying their soft silver light and ethereal grace.  It likely would have been more odd if she had not mentioned something about them.

"They change," she answers confidently, knowing that, unfortunately, some people would be staring at a different sky.  "Before I came to the Rift, the stars were different."

She takes a thoughtful pause, pointing upward at one of the few familiar stars with her wing, though it existed in an entirely new position and side of the sky.  "That large one there which looks slightly pink used to sit as far North as you could see in my former home, almost lost to the horizon."

"I suppose I am very far away from the Fields."
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Otem the Hopebringer
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#4


As the mare begins to speak Otem suddenly realizes that it must have been she who had been singing. Indeed the very cadence of her voice, while no longer melodic, still seems to carry a tune deep within. Otem's lips push together, as if trying to hold in a secret, and immediately she feels as though she's interrupted something: a mare who seems to have the same soft glow as the stars themselves, singing on the cliffs alone?

Swallowing, Otem considers leaving, but then Taivas offers an interesting answer to her query, and the girl's intrigue keeps her rooted in place.

"But it was the same star? Just in a different position?" The autumn-coloured girl asks curiously, though her voice is tinged with a bizarre sort of need. She needs the answer to be yes. "I didn't take the time to properly study the stars at home...and when we were pulled through the portal I thought.." Her voice breaks off, and a shaky laugh escapes her lips. It's the laugh of someone who is uncomfortable, but trying not to be. Admitting ignorance is not really Otem's strong suit. "I thought maybe we were in a different universe or something." She concludes, shoving the words out of her mouth as if saying them is all that's needed to erase the silly thought from her mind.

Glancing upwards, Otem reasons that if these really are all the same stars, just in a different place, then they must still be under the same sky as Helovia.

Or ... maybe they are just in the universe as wherever the pale mare came from.

Why didn't I ever pay attention to the stars before! She silently chastises herself, trying not to grate her teeth together as she scanned the skyline for anything that she recognized.

otem
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Taivas the Hopebringer
Currently championing: Reszo
#5
Place a name upon the night, one to set your heart alight
And to make the darkness bright
Paint the sky with stars.
"I am fairly sure," she answers, looking at the star.  Back home, you had only been able to see the star in the summer, and thus it had been named Suvi.  Many summer foals born under Suvi's light were blessed with starfire, including Syksy.  Still, Taivas wonders to herself if she was mistaken.  Somehow, the shaman doubted she would mistake her brother's birthstar.

A soft sigh escapes her lips, thinking suddenly that she would never see her own birthstar again.

Thinking back to her father's teachings on the universe, the painted girl tries to formulate a more certain perspective on the star.  Otem seemed to have a pressing need to have this star be the same.
Taivas wished desperately she could confirm her desires.

The young girl's voice collapses, followed by an awkward laugh, but the shaman just passively looks at her.  Patience and warm exudes from her eyes, though her expression is cold like the moon otherwise.  Another universe, hmm?  The starry eyed maiden turns away to consider the notion.  She wonders what a different universe entails.  Certainly, the Rift was a curious and strange world, but Taivas had a difficult time believing they were on a different plane entirely.

For all of its oddities, the Rift shared similarities with her former home.  A different universe?  She doubted it.  Wouldn't she have noticed traveling to a different universe entirely?  Did the sun not still rise in the east and set in the west?  What of the moon?  Did it not still wax and wane as it had back home?  She says none of this aloud, but looks at Otem once more.

"The heavens have shifted, but they do not seem completely changed," her voice is more confident than her former answer.  "This is still Loorien, I suspect, even if the Rift has somehow bent reality."

She thinks of the various teachings of the elders on the sky and their world.  She had never heard of the Rift, but this does not mean it did not exist outside of their knowledge.  The elders had never heard of Helovia before mother arrived.  Surely, this one could be no different.
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