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The forest of talking trees - Yael - 04-18-2017 yael Eager to get much done before summer begins to turn, Yael seems to be a never-ending whirligig of activity, flying cross-country at the spur of the moment, hoping to find strangers and (nicely) pester them until they give in and tell her their stories. The Heart Caves she’s gone, to the Throat and the Basin to secure future endeavors, and now to the abandoned herdland. Why? Oh, just in case. There were bound to be some who lingered, the ones loathe to give up their home just because a God has abandoned his duty. She’s passed through, but never stayed longer than the time it takes to grab a bellyful of grass. She is surprised by how much it reminds her of a kingdom in B’kanna - what with the waterfall and lush, verdant landscape; a regular paradise for those who find peace and calm in babbling brooks. trust your heart if the seas catch fire live by love, though the stars walk backwards @Syrena plus any RE: The forest of talking trees - Syrena - 04-23-2017 i want to be wild, beautiful and free She has not been back since the Earth God disbanded her home. For a while, she simply lingered in the Endless Blue, spending her time at the edge of the sea as she has always preferred to do. Eventually, time had made her restless, and she’d set about wandering Helovia, ending up with Thea as her prize. Thea, the only good thing that’s happened to her in Helovia, and hopefully, the one thing that would not be taken away. Thea had dragged her to the Throat, had forced Syrena to start actually living again rather than just wandering Helovia absently. Which she would have done until death finally claimed her, if left to her own devices. It was easier not to come back here, but for some reason she finds herself wanting to return today. She leaves the Throat early, having grown mildly used to the fire wings that took her from her island home. There were worse places to live for a mare that loved the sea, but she struggled with her feet leaving the ground. It would never be a comfortable thing for her. Thea sits on her back as a little poison dart frog, the form and colors familiar to Syrena now. Thea slowly seemed to be settling into a particular set of forms, picking ones outside those forms only rarely now. Together, the pair makes their way to the Falls. It’s not a short walk, and she’s glad she left early, the day not yet hot and miserable. Though as she travels North, the temperature becomes more bearable, almost cool after the heat of the Throat. Perhaps she is getting used to the heat. Eventually, the landscape becomes familiar, the paths tricky for those that don’t know their way around. She makes her way toward her old pool as the Falls’ Storyteller, but she doesn’t get there. Instead, a small golden mare catches Syrena’s attention. The mare turns to look at the stranger, wondering what brings her to this place. It doesn’t really cross her mind that others simply come here now, that it’s not a protected herd land anymore. It feels sacred to her, like others shouldn’t be allowed here. But of course, they are allowed. “Hello,” she says, making her way over to the Pegasus. Why? She’s not sure. She could have kept walking, could have just gone to her pool and spent the day there like she’d plan. But excitement and joy radiate from Thea, and Syrena knows if she hadn’t just gone over, Thea would have done it for her. “Syrena,” she offers, trying to remember her manners. She’s not exactly the most friendly stranger Yael could find, but she tried. syrena just like the sea @Yael RE: The forest of talking trees - Dragomir - 04-24-2017
RE: The forest of talking trees - Yael - 05-07-2017 yael Hello, comes an unexpected (though much anticipated) voice, causing Yael to quickly turn with a bright expression towards the voice, all pricked ears and energetic smile. “Oh! Xello! the Sage exclaims, warm, cinnamon-brown eyes drinking in the stranger as if she were water from the pool itself - and in some way, she is, as the mare’s eyes widen when the come to settle on the stranger’s gills. Curiosity rears its ever present head, but she manages to keep it in check for now, hoping that there will be time for innocent, but intrusive questions later. Or, you know, like, a year from now later. A light summer breeze blows, ruffling silver-white locks and gilded feathers, while the Edger tries to suss out the reason it feels like she’s been caught somewhere she shouldn’t be. trust your heart if the seas catch fire live by love, though the stars walk backwards Welllll this is shit. Sorry :/ @Syrena @Dragomir RE: The forest of talking trees - Syrena - 05-26-2017 i want to be wild, beautiful and free She would not agree that all is how it was meant to be. Syrena was meant to live a very different life than the one she leads now. She was meant to be a siren, to be immortal (or nearly), meant to one day find rest in the crashing waves with her sisters. She was meant to wander from land to land, not to stay in one place. Ah, but here she was, still in Helovia after too many years. Of course, she had tried leaving, had tried to crossing back through that magical barrier, but it didn’t work in reverse. Once her powers were stripped from her, there was no getting them back. Not from the Gods of Helovia, at any rate. Dragomir, at least, seems happy enough with his new life and new home. At least, he seems happy enough today, and she decides to connect all these things into one, as if that train of logic could actually work. He makes introductions unnecessary, for which she is always grateful. There’s something comforting about being back in the Falls with him nearby, and part of her simply wants to talk of metal now. It was an easy topic, and one she was beginning to learn more about. “Dragomir,” she says with a nod. “Well enough. I started crafting metal in the Throat.” It seems like such a random bit of information, but she feels like he of all horses might appreciate that she chose that path. Part of her missed her role as Storyteller, but she was still loath to serve a new God. One she did not know and had no reason to trust. She’d never seen the Sun God in her time in the Throat, and she has never served the Sun. Her master in the sea, and though Kaos was no longer Kisamoa, he was the closest thing she had to a true sea god, even if he wasn’t. Her attention turns back to the golden Pegasus – Yael, apparently – adding, “What brings you to the Falls?” The Falls, as if it was still truly a place. Now though, the tone of her question is different than it once would have been. Once, she would have been all business, asking a stranger what they wanted with her herd. Now, it is merely curiosity that drives the question, uncertain why anyone would come here really, with all the history it held. There was something charged in the air now, or perhaps, it was simply something only she felt. syrena just like the sea @Dragomir RE: The forest of talking trees - Dragomir - 06-02-2017
RE: The forest of talking trees - Yael - 06-12-2017 yael Rather impulsively, Yael volunteers some information - how the large stallion and herself know each other, for example. “Dragomeer xelped build a xot tub recently. Vich I am very much looking forward to using vhen Fall sets een.” Crafting is quite interesting to the little mare, for even in her past lives, she’s never been one to ‘build’ anything except a gaggle of children. She was more the healing type, wanting to mother the shit out of anyone who seemed to need help. Now she can only stand by and remember the times she used to knit wounds together. But this outing is not about her, it is about them - their home, their experiences here. trust your heart if the seas catch fire live by love, though the stars walk backwards @Syrena @Dragomir Wellll this, too, is shit. But yay story time. |