The Pinnacle
05-03-2018, 12:41 AM
The soft kerfuffle of hooves landing in the rock and sand behind her is lost in the sea of music and dancing. Her darkset eyes remain fixated on the warm, friendly face of Roscorro. The shaman's attention keeps solely to that friendly face until another draws her attention with a short, joyous greeting.
Hi.
The shaman turns with a neutral expression to view the beaming face of Waker, the boy she saved months before in the forest surrounding the Portal into the Rift. Recognition instantly dawns in her eyes, and she grants the dark pegasus a scant smile, though it reflects some of the massive warmth of his own. After being alone for weeks, trapped between realities, it was a relief to see the friends she had unwittingly left behind. "Waker," she greets him, slight smile still present vaguely on her lips.
Her heart feels warm and and light, much like a warm spring breeze and she the leaf.
Yet, the soft feeling reminiscent of pink, blossoms, pleasant days and company is marred by the sudden turn of expression by Kisamoa. The energy radiating off of the mutated god is hard to miss, even from Taivas's distance away; he is clearly irritated, though, she cannot say by what. It is not until the delicate voice of Hope is called over the crowd that she understands.
A misfit who did not get the credit he deserved. After all, the little orb floating at her side was a gift from Kisamoa, as much as it had been a responsibility. The shaman is distracted, looking for any visible change in the god's attitude, when the orb of light spins around toward her chest. The sensation of warmth returns but more intensely than she could ever remember.
The light pulsates across her own glow for a moment, making her beam like a vibrant star instead of the pale glow of the moon. Then, in the center of her chest amid the dusty grey of her father's coloring, a shape begins to take form. A roughly edged star with eight points is left behind, with the cardinal points reaching further out than the rest. The pale white marking gleams more intensely than the rest of her figure, standing out from the pallid shine of which she is accustomed.
Hi.
The shaman turns with a neutral expression to view the beaming face of Waker, the boy she saved months before in the forest surrounding the Portal into the Rift. Recognition instantly dawns in her eyes, and she grants the dark pegasus a scant smile, though it reflects some of the massive warmth of his own. After being alone for weeks, trapped between realities, it was a relief to see the friends she had unwittingly left behind. "Waker," she greets him, slight smile still present vaguely on her lips.
Her heart feels warm and and light, much like a warm spring breeze and she the leaf.
Yet, the soft feeling reminiscent of pink, blossoms, pleasant days and company is marred by the sudden turn of expression by Kisamoa. The energy radiating off of the mutated god is hard to miss, even from Taivas's distance away; he is clearly irritated, though, she cannot say by what. It is not until the delicate voice of Hope is called over the crowd that she understands.
A misfit who did not get the credit he deserved. After all, the little orb floating at her side was a gift from Kisamoa, as much as it had been a responsibility. The shaman is distracted, looking for any visible change in the god's attitude, when the orb of light spins around toward her chest. The sensation of warmth returns but more intensely than she could ever remember.
The light pulsates across her own glow for a moment, making her beam like a vibrant star instead of the pale glow of the moon. Then, in the center of her chest amid the dusty grey of her father's coloring, a shape begins to take form. A roughly edged star with eight points is left behind, with the cardinal points reaching further out than the rest. The pale white marking gleams more intensely than the rest of her figure, standing out from the pallid shine of which she is accustomed.
So seize the day 'Cause you have come so far
Watched a million frowns turn into smiles
Lost all track of time Felt the energy of a million stars
You'll feel love again after the rain
Watched a million frowns turn into smiles
Lost all track of time Felt the energy of a million stars
You'll feel love again after the rain
Taivas
[ ooc - Greets @Waker and receives star marking on her chest from the Orb of Hope. ]
