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Pretty Little Things
Trial Ultima 
Eira
Currently championing: Reszo
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Eira...

The mammoth creature began to sweep and reorganise his pretty collection of adornments, after which his  body - scaled, feathered, furred and horned - retired once more to its hard stony bed. Eira’s inquisitive eyes, no matter the haunting shadow of undernourishment above them, watched him attentively and listened with a keen ear as he described the fundamentals of a trial. All at once she began to wonder what treasure dangled at the end of her own string of tasks: the Living Tree, the Metus and the overwhelming list of other impossibilities which the Rift had installed in her mind. Feeling the burden of her massive obligation, the frail filly sighed at length.

“It might never end…” her thoughts whispered dismally to the tiny creature who stirred suddenly to mew near-silently in the cup of her tilted ear.

Roscorro mentioned the rash, raw and red against the grey-blue of her hide. Her lips turned at that point to survey it, to grasp the barbered fray of a long quill and lower it onto the blunt bite of waiting teeth. Now, beyond all the anxiety and pain surrounding her existence, there appeared small beacon of light - a glimmer of hope on the horizon. Perhaps, if she could recall the tasks that the Rift had dealt during those early days, she might be rid of the punishing magic once and for all. A smile more optimistic than it had been in months emerged through the sombre, skeletal expression.

Though her head brimmed with curiosity and her tongue flinched beneath the brew of boiling questions, words failed to form and fill the void of silence as it grew in wake of his explanation. Eira didn’t mind, however, and as he began again to speak at last, she allowed her bent knees to fold before him. With eyes trained to the skilful toil of his lips, teeth and talons and the soft banter of rain beyond their refuge, she immersed herself in his company - and the lessons he was willing to impart upon her.

"I am a book of snow,
a spacious hand, an open meadow,
a circle that waits,
I belong to the earth and its winter."

- Pablo Neruda, Winter Garden


The end!
Thank you so much <3


Messages In This Thread
Pretty Little Things - by Roscorro - 03-16-2018, 08:55 PM
RE: Pretty Little Things - by Eira - 03-22-2018, 11:29 PM
RE: Pretty Little Things - by Roscorro - 03-24-2018, 06:28 PM
RE: Pretty Little Things - by Eira - 03-29-2018, 07:05 PM
RE: Pretty Little Things - by Roscorro - 04-15-2018, 11:09 PM
RE: Pretty Little Things - by Eira - 04-16-2018, 12:06 AM
RE: Pretty Little Things - by Roscorro - 04-16-2018, 12:51 AM
RE: Pretty Little Things - by Eira - 04-16-2018, 02:18 AM