welcome home

Eira... Her arrival through the rain between the crumbling silver walls of old Halyven, was accompanied by jagged volts of electricity (curious, for there was no rumbling storm to produce them) and consequential bursts of startled movement. Least of all did it seem at all shy or unassuming, which far better suited her nervously unassertive nature. Eira regarded the pretty gathering of horses with a wearily curious eye, tracing the visible outline of each stranger at hand, before any intention to move among them and find shelter shelter crossed her young mind. Though some she quickly recognised: Kiada, Roscorro and the strange woman Valkyrie, there were others standing beneath that jutting rock, who’s particularly imposing presence caused her stride to falter altogether. While the rain beat steadily down upon her already saturated figure, starving Eira began the fierce battle against reluctance - the want to blend away and hide alone in the dreary shadows of this alien ivory world nagged incessantly. There were two slender looking stallions (easily, as they stood in the company of her gargantuan friend from the southern beach), one with antler, one with wings. They were coloured brightly, no uniquely, the first in  a wash of inscrutable black - though she could just see lovely elements of sapphire blue illuminated only by the warrior’s fire. The second, the absorbed yearling noted, was cloaked in double tone, both pale and warmly lit, and towards his tail appeared striping over silvery blue (the latter a hue she thought was similar to her own). Eira couldn’t helped the rising swell of intimidation, needling the lining of her stomach. So she moved forward across awkwardly twisted knees, with careful amount of measure, sliding her eyes across the dazzlingly detailed mare who was standing in an aura of much grandeur, beside the apparently much plainer Valkyrie. The wondering filly found a place to stand just shy of the weather barely beneath the overhang, so that if it all became too much, she could slip into the eerie ivory city well away of their notice. As the orphan lingered, the soft hum of their conversation she found soothing, and as the lines of wariness began to melt out of her healing flesh, the deer-figure Hope appeared beside her. Even despite the deities pacifying impression, Eira found herself sliding suddenly sideways - towards the steamy warmth of the dragon-stallion @Roscorro, if he would have her. Against him or standing alongside with the slippery breeze stroking that side (should he expect a little more space), the stunted girl listened as the gentle murmur of Hope’s words touched her ears. "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