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I've still got a lot of fight left in me - Erthë - 11-26-2015 Summer was slowly but steadily drawing to a close. Erthë had never experienced this particular change in seasons before and that was perhaps the reason why she was so sensitive to the signs. Because they were there. Not many, oh no, and not all that apparent yet, but gradually they made themselves more noticeable. For starters, the sky wasn't as clear as it had been earlier in the season. While still for the most part high and bright, clouds had taken up the habit of converging after the morning hours had passed, drifting on rapid currents of wind so that tears formed, altered, disappeared and reformed on the sky. Together with this came a cantering of the wind from south to east and sometimes even north, such that the ever crashing waves beyond the cliffs frothed and reared in protest. The temperature remained high with quite enough moisture to be getting on with, but as soon as the sun dropped beneath the horizon a new coolness could be found in the wind, not quite enough to make you shudder but at least to the point where it no longer felt clammy and uncomfortable to sleep next to someone. The filly watched these small adjustments with wide eyed curiosity and seemed determined to sate her curiosity on every little detail. Soon she had made it a habit to start every conversation with a note on the weather, just so she could pester anyone she spoke to with questions, most of whom began with the word 'why'. Why did the clouds change color from blinding white to purplish black as the weather changed, why had the leaves and the grass turned from a bright, limeish green to dark, dusty hues, how come the sun had begun to set earlier and earlier and why, why weren't the stars in the same place as they had been before? The world was a mystery, a delightful puzzle she longed to solve, and no petty problems like a broken leg or dead mothers could keep her from working on it on a daily basis. There was just one thing that could distract her from nature's riddles, and that was flying. Iona had been kind enough to give her a lesson before, but though she had practiced hard the filly just couldn't get the hang of it. The morning was cloudy and dull and rain fell in a thin drizzle by the time she went looking for the Specter. Erthë had a suspicion that the weather might not be the best to fly in - already her wings felt heavy and unruly with damp, and her hair had tightened into a curly white frizz that brought to mind a startled sheep - but at least she wanted to try. Nothing had really happened in a while and she was growing restless, desperate for something to occupy the racing, easily distracted thoughts with. Erthë the night is calling my name @Iona RE: I've still got a lot of fight left in me - Iona - 12-12-2015
image credits || Tags: RE: I've still got a lot of fight left in me - Erthë - 12-12-2015 Speaking of the devil. A welcome voice called out before she'd searched for very long. Smiling, the little dove turned and met up with the painted mare, the very same one she had been hunting for. Was it luck? Could a person even be that lucky, without drawing horrible misfortune over themselves as a result? "Hi miss! I am. Or rather, I was, looking for you actually. About the flying too, how did you know? I was hoping you had time to help me some more, because I can't seem to get the hang of it. But I don't know, if the weather is going to be fine..." Erthë raised her eyes to the clouds and eyed them doubtfully, squinting to keep the water from blinding her with a hint of dismay that suggested she had a pretty good idea already on what the answer might be. Pale curls plastered against the slender neck, sticky and clammy as she returned the attention to the Specter; the curve of her lips drew a rather lopsided grin as she returned a look of curiosity to the older mare. "Where have you been this early? I've hardly seen anyone at all about today, and yet..?" Of course, if it had been work related then Iona might not be able to answer. She was a spy after all, and it must be an awfully important job. At the very least it sounded important, in a way that brought to mind meetings in shady places, classified information and lots of dangerous secrets. It all made the filly intensely curious, and the way she gazed at the winged mare was nearly reverent, in a terrifyingly obvious display of affinity for trouble-making. Erthë sidled in beneath a tree as she spoke, mist trailing around her frame and coiling, undulating and forming into of hazy creatures that romped about around her legs. In the absence of disrupting raindrops they solidified, took on greater forms; from misty butterflies to a family of otters, only to dissolve and reappear as flitting birds. The girl followed them absently with her gaze every once in a while, smiling dreamily as she watched them fade in and out of existence; but mostly her attention was on the fellow herd member, a stranger in friend's clothing she couldn't wait to get to know better. Erthë the night is calling my name @Iona RE: I've still got a lot of fight left in me - Iona - 01-04-2016
image credits || Tags: RE: I've still got a lot of fight left in me - Erthë - 01-17-2016 It was easy to relate to this mare. The more she got to know her, the more apparent it became to the filly how dissimilar she actually was from the deceased mother. On some levels the resemblance was still there - in the darkness of the coat, in the mystery of their daily activities and the straight-forward gaze - but where Shadow had been impatient and restless, Iona didn't exude the same sensation of restless expectancy. Even when she revealed her nights to be sleepless and uneasy Erthë got a feeling that it had more to do with inherent nature than the kind of nightmares that plagued her own dreams - but she could be wrong. There were things you didn't talk to others about, no matter how familiar you were. Not even when they went from familiar strangers to friends on first name basis. Sighing in mild disappointment as the flight lesson indeed got canceled, Erthë nevertheless smiled at the Specter's displacement of titles. "As you wish, Mi.. ah, Iona. Hahaha it feels weird!" she grinned, half embarrassed and half delighted at this turn of events. The feeling grew quickly to excitement when Iona began to dig beneath a wing and produced a beautiful bracelet and offered it to the filly. Erthë felt her jaw drop in disbelief. For a long time she just stared at the thing, hardly believing her luck; then she slowly, hesitantly reached out and accepted it, transferring the cool silver coils from lips to prehensile tail so she could study it closer. "Oooh, it's beautiful!" she breathed, delighted but almost scared to touch the thing. "Are you sure? It looks really expensive, and.. Ah! " She extended a rear leg to thread it through the gleaming hoop, and as soon as the metal came to rest just above the hock... the light disappeared around her. Not quickly, like a candle blown out by a sharp sigh but rather as though dusk was falling early, sweeping in on an evening tide and swallowing the day in a slow yet determined gulp. The clouds were still heavy on the sky and mist swirled in the sudden gloom, but somewhere high above her Erthë thought she could sense the glow of a new moon sliver, a silver crest lending an eerie gleam to the edge of every cloud. "C-can you see this?" she squealed and snapped her head back towards Iona, with something wild dancing in her young eyes. Bewildered, delighted, scared... What was going on, was the heaven angry that she had acquired this bracelet? Erthë the night is calling my name @Iona - sorry for the wait <3 RE: I've still got a lot of fight left in me - Iona - 02-09-2016
image credits || Tags: OOC - we can wrap this up here if you want and start a new thread sometime in the future hopefully now that i'm healthy and holiday bs is done <3 ill update records! RE: I've still got a lot of fight left in me - Erthë - 02-15-2016 Awe and delight painted a vivid picture across the youthful features of the child as she gazed between the Sleuth and the loot. For quite a while the only thing Erthë could express was amazement, in a slack-jawed and scarcely graceful manner. But as she gradually got used to the thought, she almost felt silly for reacting the way she did. Of course the bracelet was enchanted, it was neither the first nor last item she had come across that possessed curious abilities. Did she not carry a smoking feather in her mane at this very moment, and a hovering weapon beneath her wing? Did she not carry blessed objects both here and there on her body, small trophies and memorabilia that gleamed, glowed or otherwise intrigued? Though she had to admit, none of the other trinkets were quite as powerful as this one. To turn day into night... it must have been touched by the very Gods themselves. Iona was right, it was perfect, and the only problem now would be how to keep the treasure safe from greedy thieves. "Thank you, Iona, thank you so much!" Erthë beamed up at the spy and bounded forth to envelop the stern-faced mare in an exuberant hug full of feathers, starlight and wintry shivers. "I'll take really good care of it, I promise!" She returned the smile with a cheeky grin, somewhat awkward over the nickname - what was the deal with snowdrops, this was the second time someone had likened her to the unassuming little flower - but in far too good a mood to complain. "Sounds good!" she agreed, nodding at the suggestion. "Maybe my feathers will have time to dry out too by then. Let me know when you have time! I'll be around here somewhere - you're likely to notice where!" Indicating the magically altered sky the filly laughed happily, attempted another forced hug onto Iona and skipped off into the mist, a happily hummed tune lingering in her wake long after she had disappeared. Erthë the night is calling my name Awesome! <3 another thread successfully closed then, this was great! I look forward to our next one :D |