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Mist and Mystery | Luken, Open - Raeden - 02-22-2013


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Rae had finally lost Ru; Ru, her shadow, her constant bother, her love, her twin. As much as she adored Hotaru, although she would never say so, she was glad to have snuck off on her own. Sneaking away from the Woods at midnight, careful not to wake Momma, Ru, Stella, or Auntie Kota, Rae had begun her first real adventure.

Real, because for the first time, Rae was alone.

Under the twinkling stars, the nearly-white palomino moved gracefully away from the Woods, heading East. She was a breathtaking sight, cloaked in twilight, her opalescent horn shimmering softly in the moonlight. Rae was already quite a delicate looking filly, having inherited quite slender and lean lines from both of her parents, and stunning sea-green eyes flecked with silver as well. Moving with the eagerness of youth, Rae eventually left the forest behind her, as the landscape slowly became more open and rocky. She had seen the cliffs of the Edge before, but only from a distance. In her daydreams, Rae had imagined princes and princesses living high on these cliffs, beautifully shrouded in mist and mystery. She told herself that she would be a princess one day, and would find herself a handsome and strong mate to be by her side...such were the thoughts of the young and naive, and yet Rae was determined to force them into reality. Climbing ever higher, mists slowly began to envelope her creamy form, as the scent of the sea wafted up to her pink nose. It smelled wonderful! So much better than the earthy scent of the Woods where the Grey lived...this was a real home.

Prancing in the moonlight, the little filly reared up, striking her hooves against the face of the moon, as if she could knock it down from the sky. As she tossed her head, sending a cascade of waving ripples through her mane, her horn glinted as if small rainbows of light were bursting within. Taking a deep breath as her tiny hooves struck the ground again, Raeden inhaled deeply, enjoying the scent of freedom.


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RE: Mist and Mystery | Luken, Open - Luken - 02-24-2013



He couldn’t sleep.

Nestled upon the ground, warm and snug against his slumbering twin, Luken had been kept awake by the youthful adventures that played through his mind, the deep chocolates of his eyes roving over the misty trees that he called home. Of course he had explored and played during the daylight, but never at night time… Idly he wondered what it might be like.

It was that very thought that spurred him to slip away from his sister and away from the watchful eyes of Tor and Destrier, long, gangly legs moving as quiet as he was able. Oh, he didn’t like leaving Laila behind… Not at all, for he loved her and cherished her maybe even more than he loved his own parents. After all, his darker half had been with him since the day he was born, and they had shared many adventures together… Yet, as small, pale hooves took him further away from his twin and slumbering parents, Luken couldn’t help but feel invigorated by the newfound freedom of simply being alone.

The pale colt gave a toss of his head once it was deemed safe and pulled back onto his rear-haunches, front hooves leaving the ground for only a few moments. The pink-ish hues of his hooves glistened in the moonlight, and a childish cackle left the colt’s throat without much thought. With the moon as his guide, the bright rays shining through the thick canopy of trees and cutting through the dense mists that rose up from the surrounding ocean, Luken began his first adventure alone, set at a brisk trot.

There were all kinds of new sights and smells that he hadn’t noticed before, scents that belonged to those that dwelled in darkness, but the draft-mutt was far from afraid. After all, his father was a Protector of the Edge; strong and resilient, and unafraid of threats. Luken, while considerably smaller in size and bulk, counted himself to be the same. He was a fighter, a warrior.

Arching his neck slightly, the colt continued weaving through the trees, until his chocolate eyes were enraptured by something so exotic that he paused mid-stride, narrowly avoiding tripping over a protruding root of the thick tree beside him. A glow of rainbows is what first caught his attention, and then a creamy, pale form, rearing upwards towards the moon as if dancing. For a moment, fear entered the colt’s mind, but it was quick to slide away as mystery and pure wonder overcame it. What… What was he looking at?

The figure that danced in the moonlight was simply divine, far more beautiful than anything Luken had yet to see. She moved with grace despite her nimble and lithe legs, the pales hues of her body showing remarkably in the spot-light of the moon. But what truly captivated him was the horn poised upon the filly’s head; a horn. Oh, he had never seen an equine with a horn before!

Taking a tentative step forward, the colt found his head lowering, eyes remaining upon the filly’s form. He inhaled, swallowing her scent… It was unfamiliar and didn’t smell of the Edge, but… He was a warrior, a knight, and had no reason to worry or be afraid.

“… Do you dance to the moon all the time?” Came the first question from his mouth, stopping a few paces from where she stood. The colt’s whisker’s twitched slightly, pale body splotched with black less radiant than the fae’s pearlescent coat. She was quite a sight to behold…




LUKEN
One Day, I Shall Walk the Path of the Righteous







RE: Mist and Mystery | Luken, Open - Mirage - 02-25-2013


Midnight dances were something this little shadow was very familiar with.

She moved silently, invisibly, her hide shimmering in and out of view, her magic thrumming to a rhythm her hooves defined. The wind ran its invisible fingers through her mane, her heart beat happily within her breast, quickened due to the exercise, the excitement, the happiness that fuelled her actions. Was it happiness? Times were tense, alliances were being put to the test, the stresses of leadership weighed her down, her smiles were few and far between recently - truly, all she could do was dance. For if she didn't expel her energy in some way, it would build up, and well... her name didn't end in rage for no reason.

So she danced, wild and seemingly carefree, twisting and turning through the forest that was her home, a shadow stirring up the mists and other shadows, encouraging them into motion, so that as she moved, a blur of motion, her surrounds seemed to celebrate her motion too. Akaith chortled high in the skies above her bonded, the golden scales of her hide stained a curious muted hue in the moonlight, still golden but with a strange, ethereal sheen giving her appearance almost as strange an effect as that magical cloak her bonded wore.

The little sylph which the mare's golden eyes observed brought one of those rare smile to her invisible lips. The WeyrLeader halted her motions with an easy, single step, sweeping herself into a stationary stance with the shake of her tiara, the land around her seemingly stilled too. She watched the little golden child with interest, not recognising her as one of the Edge's own brood, though the Grove had been busy blessing her herd recently with healthy births. One of whom came into sights now - a colt. His colouration were so similar to that of Tor's, she could not help but assume he was a son of her - Mirage did not know of the father, but he was built with strength behind him, a quality that many of the stallions in this herd proudly had.

Amusement allowed her to stay a silent observer, though Akaith above did warble a low dragonsong to the young duo below her, dipping her wings in an aerial dance of her own, encouraging the joyful motions to continue. Come! She insisted upon her bonded's mind, playful and energetic, unwilling to see her bonded cease her motions now. And so Mirage dropped the cloak that made her as invisible as a shadow in the dark, and sprang forth from the trees, her stride long and elegant, her tiara held with refined poise upon the end of her curled, cresty nape.

She smiled to the young ones, laughing a warm, charming laugh, before tilting her posture to invite them in more dancing, more playing - she did not want the motion to stop, for if it did, she didn't know just what exactly she would do next, with so much weighing down upon her mind.

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RE: Mist and Mystery | Luken, Open - Raeden - 02-25-2013


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So lost in her own world of make-believe and fantasy, Raeden hadn't even heard the soft footfalls of Luken as he approached. Of course, life had not taught her yet to be aware or wary of others; youthful naivety still cradled her mind, dousing every encounter in magic and thrill. A prince! She thought at once, noticing the bold black markings that covered his gangly frame. Of course it was a prince! Taking a midnight stroll through the mist, to gaze down at the ocean hidden beneath the fog. How wonderful! Rae's slender form danced his way; the girl made sure to arch her neck prettily, as she had seen her mother do, and to let her tail flag behind her, causing the delicate white strands to billow out. "Of course I do" She purred, batting her large sea-green eyes, halting just a few paces before him. It was a lie of course, this was the first time in her little life that she had been alone under the moon, much less dancing beneath it, but it seemed a fitting answer for the would-be princess. Besides, she already felt the pull of twilight telling her to come back again, and again and again...

With a playful nudge towards his shoulder, the filly began to dance again - her movements were clean and fluid, a happy gift from her arabian heritage. Prancing in a circle around Luken, she tried to bring her knees higher and higher with each step, slowing her motions until she was almost stationary, prancing in place. Suddenly, a sound more beautiful than she had ever heard before, floated over head. Raising her slender pink muscle, for a moment she was blinded by the brilliance of the moon, and could only make out a black shape against the skies. As it moved, and her eyes adjusted, she beheld a sight so perfectly fitting for this setting of magic she had created in her mind: A dragon. It's golden body twirled effortlessly in the skies, and little Rae squealed with joy. Raising up onto her hind legs, she pawed at the sky, rotating with a few small hops to draw the dragon's path as it soared down. Following Akaith's flight as he moved towards Mirage, Rae stopped dead in the air, her flailing hooves falling to the ground with a dull thud.

It was the queen. It had to be!

Rae thought Mirage was the most beautiful creature she had ever seen. Pink muzzle hanging open somewhat, as the DragonHeart danced their way, Rae took in with greedy eyes the delicate posture of the black mare, mentally noting how the equine carried herself. She looked so graceful. But of course she would, she must be a queen after all. As Mirage began to laugh, the awestruck spell that Rae was currently under shattered. Trying to mimic Mirage, she tossed her horned-head, trotting forward, trying to extend her slender legs in the almost flowy-way that she had seen the DragonHeart move. Spinning on her small hind-end, the moonlit filly briskly made her way back towards Mirage, halting only a few paces away. With bright silver-flecked eyes, she looked up at the Weyrleader with awe and adoration. "You're a queen, aren't you? You must be!" With a sigh, Raeden looked to Luken, then back to Mirage. Why couldn't she have been born here? Among princes and dragons and Queens. This was where she belonged; not in some smelly Woods.

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RE: Mist and Mystery | Luken, Open - Destrier - 02-25-2013



HEROES MAY DIE


The night had been peaceful, still filled with the warmth of the previous day. It had been the comforting sounds of the bubbling brook in the distance that had lulled the towering Friesian into a well earned rest, his head dropped to a comfortable position, body leaned against the broad support of a Loplolly. The family had settled just a few short hours ago, but it seemed that was all that was needed for a particular colt.

Destrier had awoken with a start, unsure who, or what was the culprit for his awakening. It had only taken him a second to realize that one of his children were missing, for only Laila lay upon the ground, without her brother. Where had Luken gone? Lifting his head to scan the area around them, Destrier saw no sign of the pale youngster, and instantly a waver of fear blossomed within his chest. The Edge was not known to host predators, but they were no impervious to them. His son could have always ventured past the borders, too, but Destrier wouldn't allow himself to think on the thought for too long.

He was unwilling to wake Tor from her slumber, for one worried parent was enough, so the Friesian turned and quietly slipped away from them, moving into a hurried trot as he set off across their herd land in search of his wayward son. Thankfully, their patron God seemed to be on his side tonight, for her rays shined brightly across the rocky floor, lighting his way as he searched.

With nostrils flaring, Destrier searched, pausing only when the strangest of notes caught within his ears. Slowing himself, he listened for a moment, quickly recognizing the sound of a dragon. The scaly creatures were common in this land, and Destrier had come to enjoy their songs whenever he was lucky enough to hear them. This one was no doubt enjoying the beautiful Tallsun night.

Just as the knight was about to move on and continue his search, he heard the unmistakable sound of laughter, low and warm. It was not one to come from a child, however, the voice to follow it was. It proclaimed something about a queen. 'Mirage?' He wondered in the depths of his mind, and without a second's worth of hesitation, the Friesian moved onward at a steady canter until he had found the assembled group.

There were three bodies dancing beneath the gentle moonlight, and Destrier felt a heavy weight lift from his shoulders when his eyes found the spotted form of his son. It was a relief to see his Queen, the great Weyrleader, watching over him, even if that hadn't been her first intention. There was another amongst them, however, a young filly that he couldn't recall ever seeing before. A horn was perched proudly upon her brow, and his son seemed to be eyeing it with a great deal of wonder.

A low chortle left his throat as he approached, knees snapping into the air in a way that was common in his breeding. Destrier found that he couldn't be angry with his son, at least, not this time; the night was too perfect, and after all, Luken did hold the blood of a wanderer and a warrior. "My liege," he said in welcoming to the Dragonheart, dipping his head briefly in a most respectful manner before turning his eyes upon the two dancing youngsters. It was a brief look, however, for following Mirage's lead, Destrier threw his own head, the wild length of his mane going everywhere at once as he veered to the right, welcoming the thought of a carefree night.

For now, there would be no words spoken to his son about his wandering off; he was not in trouble, and Destrier was simply thankful that he was safe.

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RE: Mist and Mystery | Luken, Open - Luken - 03-03-2013



In the art of dancing, Luken wasn’t sure how he should react. He had never ‘danced’ before… Of course, he and La-la had followed their parents around, set at elegant, high-knee trots that the twins could only dream of achieving at such a young age… But little Luken had always done his best to practice the poise-filled pace whenever he was alone, or with Laila. For there were rare times where he wasn’t with his beloved twin, and this night, caressed in the moonlight and trees of the Edge, was one of them.

Chocolate eyes watched as the moon-painted filly danced closer to him, a playful smile upon her cute little muzzle. She was a sight to behold, dancing in the moonlight, and immediately Luken felt the invisible pull build in his breast, beckoning him to follow after the unicorn fae and partake in her elegant dance. With a soft snort and a toss of his head, short-locks flying through the moonlight, Luken followed after the filly, tossing his head this way and that, small snorts leaving his flaring nostrils. With each step that he took, he attempted to mimic the more lithely built filly, pulling his knees higher and higher upwards with each step he took. One day, in the future and when he had seen more days, such a gait would come to him naturally like it did his father… Now, however, he was left with a clumsy prance, but it would do.

Nearly as soon as their dance had started, it came to an abrupt sound when a warbled cry sounded from overhead. Pausing in mid-stride, Luken’s chocolate orbs turned upwards towards the sky, and the flash of gold immediately caught his attention. A dragon… Soon after the arrival of the dragon, another came, and the colt immediately eyed the Weyrleader with a look of apprehension. He had never met the Queen of the Edge, but his father had told him stories of the might of their Lady… The little knight was about to move into a clumsy sort of bow, but then the most wonderful of sounds graced the breeze. Mirage laughed, the sounds heartfelt and adoring, as if beckoning Raeden and himself to continue in their play, then bolted into play.

The DragonHeart twisted and turned like the mists personified, moving and dancing in such an elegant way that for a few moments, Luken was left standing in awe, mouth agape. Even as Raeden moved to follow the Weyrleader, he stood there, but soon snapped out of his trance with a soft nicker and a toss of his little head. Once more the white and black draft-mutt fell in line, pulling his knees higher and higher into the air, the tuft of his tail flicking left and right to smack against the two-toned hide of his rump.

There was such joy in this dance, and the colt’s voice bubbled out of his throat in a childish laugh. His heart swelled with pure emotion, head tossing, and he paused in his elegant strides to rear into the air, cream-hued hooves pawing at the moonlit sky. This was joy as he knew it, and a small part of him regretted not waking Laila to bring her along… Maybe tomorrow night, they could both sneak away together to dance in the moonlight.

So caught up in their playful frolic as he was, Luken paid little mind to the looming dark mass that soon joined them. He landed from his rear, stamped a hoof, and made to give chase to Raeden before the familiar form of Destrier stopped him in his tracks. Fear and apprehension bubbled in his chest as he eyed his father, fearful of the tongue-lashing that he could very well receive for wandering off in the night. An apology formed on his tongue as Destrier approached.

“Pappa, I… Um…” Glancing to Mirage, then back to his father, Luken had little time to say much else before even Destrier tossed his head, the long, elegant strands of his crimped mane flowing into the moonlight filled sky. The Friesian then proceeded to join them in their games, in their elegant familial dance, and with a positively giddy shuffle of his front hooves, Luken immediately gave chase to Destrier. The colt watched carefully as Destrier’s knee’s snapped high into the air, and tried to copy the ebony stallion’s movements. Another laughter escaped his lips, and Luken’s chocolate eyes searched for Raeden once more, desperate to seek out his new friend. Perhaps she would come back some day, and then they could play with Laila together? Laila needed more friends, Luken thought briefly as he reared up once more, body twisting in the air.




LUKEN
One Day, I Shall Walk the Path of the Righteous







RE: Mist and Mystery | Luken, Open - Mirage - 03-05-2013


It was the music of the soul, the laughter that welled up within her, the warmth of her smile and the fluid movement of her bodice over the loam. With each step she defeated the darkness that attempted to swallow her up, at least, she won this battle, for now, it was kept at bay - she knew it would be impossible to win the war against it. Dancing was her release, her drug, one of the only things that seemed to dull the pull of the rage, the anger, the simmering and defiant fury that refused to ever be completely extinguished. Her father was named for his fury, her brothers displayed it more openly, she fought it always, always she forced the fury back, hid it behind the impassive façade of indifference, acted as if nothing was awry when in reality, everything was chaos. Delightful, wonderful chaos. At least with dancing she could mask this chaos into an artform, a step that could trace beauty and grace instead of destruction and doom. At least with dancing, she could share the activity with others without fear that her actions would hurt them.

Destrier joined them, and she did not falter in her step, only slowing her motions slightly and weaving a returned bow to him in her artful step, her hooves light upon the ground, her eyes brimmed with delight upon seeing his enthusiastic participation in their parade. The filly questioned her then, and a large arc was traced around her by the DragonHeart, the dark mare offered a smile along with a few quietly hummed words, words that were deep and melodic, and in rhythm with the footsteps she so delicately and purposefully took. "I am many things." Akaith fluttered down from her aerial dance above them, chortling her own reply to the little filly, sending waves of curiosity through to her bonded as to who she even was. Mirage did wonder the same, though they had many young ones running around the Edge at the moment, it was easy to accept her as yet another youth enthralled by the wonder that was their homeland. The little unicorn belle was a stunning creature, and now that her mind lingered upon it for longer, Mirage wondered where her mother was, where her family was - was she an orphan?

"I am Mirage, child, also known as DragonHeart, WeyrLeader and indeed, Queen of the World's Edge." Harmonic, exotic tones pronounced, as she brought herself to a momentary standstill before the crème filly, the mists seemingly coming to an abrupt halt around her, the moonlight giving her slim, lithe bodice an ethereal outline, as the darkness of the shadows attempted to swallow her otherwise sooty hide. She was not a large mare, not generous in stature or physique, even her age was greater than most others who roamed Helovia - save for Hellena, of course. With her visage that hinted at an Arabic curve, she extended her soft muzzle to the little flicka, hoping to grace her with a soft caress, and perhaps exchange a few breaths of familiarity with her. Any lover of the Moon was easy to consider a friend of mutual interest and belief. Akaith landed upon the loam at Mirage's forefeet, fluttering her leathery wings and peering up at the filly. "Who might you be, O great dancing princess of moonlight?" Her words were not insulting, not insinuating, not belittling nor sarcastic, they were proffered with only the most honest of inquiry, and genuine curiosity.

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RE: Mist and Mystery | Luken, Open - Raeden - 03-16-2013


I am many things

Oh! How the words filled her with such joy! This was just like how fairy tales began, wasn't it? Sure it was! Shrouded in mist and mystery, the queen appears to the young prince and princess...She didn't know what a Weyrleader was, but certainly she knew queen; just as she thought! And how could she not have immediately known the dark mare to be a queen? Her beauty was indescribable, and her voice! No, her name! It was all too much, simply too perfect, that Raeden thought she must be dreaming. But if she was, let her die in her sleep, for this moment was perfect.

As Mirage extended her muzzle to the pale child, Rae held her breath, silently ever so thankful that Ru had forced her to bathe this morning. She supposed she smelled of pine and water, of the Woods were she lived. Would the Queen be able to identify the smell? Would she cast her out, knowing that she was of mixed-blood, living in some common forest? She breathed in the Queen's own scent, as her soft muzzle brushed against Rae. With her sea-green eyes cast downwards, Rae watched with great curiosity as the dragon perched near Mirage's feet. Blinking, for she had never seen a dragon before this day, Rae exhaled a breath of awestruck wonder.

As the dark mare spoke again, Rae's silver-flecked gaze rose to fall with adoring sincerity upon Mirage. As the DragonHeart referred to her as a princess, she felt as though she might swoon. The words seemed to inflate her little heart within her chest, causing her to feel a level of happiness and excitement that never before had she experienced in her short life. A princess! Then, all at once, the facade came crashing down around her. The bright light of youthful jubilant dulled from her gaze, as she lowered her muzzle towards the ground. Her small ears folded back, as if ashamed or embarrassed, and the little would-be princess huffed a staggered sigh. "I am Raeden my Queen. But I am not princess...I..." With a quick inhalation, as if she might start to cry, the little dove's lower lip puckered out as she frowned sadly. "I live in the Woods." Ashamed, Rae lowered her muzzle more. Surely it wouldn't do to lie to a Queen, especially so close to the cliffs, and yet the words tore at Rae's heart to speak them. Surely the little prince she had only moments ago danced with, would never speak to her again, and the queen? Would she tel Rae to leave and never come back?

Or maybe...

As the idea struck her mind, Rae's small crown rose sharply, her opalescent horn glinting with a rainbow sheen in the moonlight. "But maybe I could stay here? With you?" She asked, her gaze wide with youthful wonder and innocence. "I..I.." Frowning, she tried to think what possibly she could offer the Queen which might allow her to stay. "I have magic?" She offered hesitantly, frowning again. Softly, her eyes lowered back to the ground, and to Akaith. "Don't make me go back to the Woods.." Rae whispered softly.

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RE: Mist and Mystery | Luken, Open - Destrier - 03-25-2013



HEROES MAY DIE


It seemed as though his Weyrleader was busy with the horned filly, whom he could not recall ever spying before, but that did not mean she was not of the Edge. There were many foals popping out from the woodworks, and some were still round with foals unborn. It was an exciting time for all, and Destrier was proud to finally take part in the season with his first children after ten years of life.

So as the dark mare of the cliffs and the moon danced about, offering her attention to the pale child, Destrier put his focus on his own son. Although still young, Luken's personality was strong, and physically, he was advancing every single day. Already he could see his attributed breeding showing through, whether it be through the way he trotted, courtesy of himself, or simply his coloring, which reminded him of his lovely Tor, wherever she may be. Her words were still running rampant in the warrior's head; she'd proclaimed that she needed to find her family, giving little more explanation than that before hurrying off into the night. Honestly, it had torn the Friesian to pieces, for were he, Luken and Laila not an ounce more important at the moment? Hard as it was, he tried not to let it bother him too much.

Matching Luken, a laugh left the stallion's lips, and he gave a great buck and he carried himself across the bare patch in the land, ever mindful of his son's position as they romped about. With another toss of his head, he pivoted back around to face the way he had come, just in time to witness Luken rearing, creme hooves lashing out at the innocent sky. A smile pulled at Destrier's lips, and he pushed himself into another extended trot, quickly closing the gap between father and son. When he was near enough, he slowed, but his steps were still high, tossing his towering form into a prance.

"Do you enjoy the night, Luken?" He asked, a simple, innocent question that proffered no anger towards the colt for being out so late. Unlike some, he would allow the young knight the freedom to make his own choices, so long as he did not wander out of the safety of the Edge or do anything stupid. "Perhaps we will have to invite Laila out tomorrow night."

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RE: Mist and Mystery | Luken, Open - Mirage - 04-05-2013


Slowly but surely, as the night dripped on, as the ease with which her partners this moonlit night washed over her, the mare allowed her worries to slip away. She knew full well that they would need to be addressed in the near future, she knew full well that her duties as a leader never ceased. But she was entitled to press the pause button on her life, even just for a few moments - wasn't she? Of course, the amused voice of her beloved sounded in her cranium, the emotion causing a strange tickling sensation in the very skull of the mare. Mirage could not help but smile, again, at the mental embrace of her cherished little queen, who was right now busy looking at the curious fae before them. Raeden, she had called herself, and so readily had she then declared Mirage her queen. The little shadow mare was amused all over again, but did not show it, merely accepting the title with a gentle tilt of her gaze. As the pale youth stumbled over her words, understanding dawned in the mare, and she wondered, as she had so many times before, how blissful it would be to be young once again, where one's only worry was whether or not they could sneak away from one's parents.


As Rae peered down at Akaith, the little queen stood up on hind legs to proffer her scaly muzzle in a gentle greeting, chortling a quiet, merry little tune as she did so. Mirage did the same, leaning her dark, soft muzzle down, in hopes of brushing the little flicka's poll with her whiskered lips, in the fashion of an equine kiss. "I shan't make you go anywhere, little one. You are welcome in the Edge." She spoke with the utmost honesty and warmth. "While I am curious to know what your magic is," she began again with a friendly smile, her lips took on a slightly more serious curve as she continued her speech, "I must first know whether you have a mother, or a family otherwise, who might be missing you?" The WeyrLeader hoped the child was not an orphan, or from a broken family otherwise - she would not wish such hardship upon anyone. However, as the case may be, should Raeden admit to her the fact that her family still awaited her return by the time the Sun rose, Mirage wanted to travel with her in order to extend the offering of a home to them all. The little belle was enchanting to say the least, with Akaith having taken a liking to her, she was more than happy to ensure the youth saw her desire of living in the Edge come true.

[ Skipping Luken as more than 48 hours have passed and I didn't want you to be waiting any more <3 ]

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