Rainforest Cliffs
K'yarie
Oh this matron... K'yarie did he best not to roll her eyes. Had they not gone through enough? Descending into the depths of the lake. Then she had them trekking to the labyrinth, before returning here to receive, another task. And this time the young girl chose to go to the fallen city that had entered the rift when Helovia was devoured. The mare had never been there before, but she knew how far it was. They had expended a lot of energy swimming in that blasted lake, then the path to the labyrinth was not a short jaunt either. They needed rest. Even a creature built for long, heavy hauls like her could feel the weight of weariness tugging on her muscles.
Her gaze drifted toward Waker. He most of all needed some time to rest and recover. He had been quite shaken by the attack. No one could deny it. He did little to try and hide it. She was worried that if something did indeed happen, he would not have the strength or resolve to fight it off. Worn down, almost broken, but not completely defeated. Yet. At least he was putting one foot in front of the other, still working to breath in and out. . So long as he kept this up, there was hope that he would recover.
So long as his spirit was strong enough. The Rift had a habit of straining and testing one's soul. If you were not strong it would break you. He fought this far, so K'yarie believed that he had it in him. Though he may not see it. Again the large mare would go with him, just to make sure he didn't get himself killed. It would not do for her to have followed him this far just to get himself killed again. She blamed her soft spot given to her by her mother for this. She had already done her part in helping bring hope to this land. So why stick around. Because this stallion needed her. Foolish. Weak hearted. Kind. Everything she was doing now her father would have spat upon. But since when did she care what her father thought? He was long gone.
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Her gaze drifted toward Waker. He most of all needed some time to rest and recover. He had been quite shaken by the attack. No one could deny it. He did little to try and hide it. She was worried that if something did indeed happen, he would not have the strength or resolve to fight it off. Worn down, almost broken, but not completely defeated. Yet. At least he was putting one foot in front of the other, still working to breath in and out. . So long as he kept this up, there was hope that he would recover.
So long as his spirit was strong enough. The Rift had a habit of straining and testing one's soul. If you were not strong it would break you. He fought this far, so K'yarie believed that he had it in him. Though he may not see it. Again the large mare would go with him, just to make sure he didn't get himself killed. It would not do for her to have followed him this far just to get himself killed again. She blamed her soft spot given to her by her mother for this. She had already done her part in helping bring hope to this land. So why stick around. Because this stallion needed her. Foolish. Weak hearted. Kind. Everything she was doing now her father would have spat upon. But since when did she care what her father thought? He was long gone.
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Fear not this Night.
You will not go Astray
Though shadoes fall, still the Stars find their way
You will not go Astray
Though shadoes fall, still the Stars find their way
K'yarie will stick with Waker. Though she be irritated with Matron for working them so hard.
