With his sister by his side, there's nothing the pirate cannot do. His strides are strong and sure, his heart full of joy and love for the woman that runs beside him. Even his ever-present sorrow takes a back seat to the sheer love for life that flows through him as he realises he is home now, that Helovia is the sort of place where he can really lay down his roots. Instead of planning to leave as soon as he has reclaimed his items from the thieves, Bartholomeo now thinks he will stay here for the forseeable future. |
Barty enters with @Aelfwine, and places a tine of his antlers on the tree.
Aurora Basin General atk: 7.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 6.5 |
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.1hh :: Four HP: 75.5 | Buff: DANCE |
Orsino :: Plain Kitsune :: Dark Illusions & Enyo :: Common Griffon :: Draining Clutch Heather |
Take just what I came for
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Dragon's Throat Stallion atk: 5 | def: 8 | dam: 7 |
Stallion :: Hybrid :: 17'2hh :: 2 HP: 66.5 | Buff: NOVICE |
Snow |
With skill in the air that he could only have dreamed of a few months ago, Arakh angles his way through the trees. Although his technique still leaves a lot to be desired, the colt now has enough agility and strength in his wing-arms to maneuvre himself through the tight spaces of the forest, and he can stay airborne for as long as he wants. There's a whole new world for the grullo calf now that he can fly, and he spends countless hours soaring through Helovia, examining the world he now thinks he owns. With a tilt of his feathered wings, Arakh lands heavily in the clearing. His first thought isn't the decorated tree or the talking turtle - it's his sister, because if she's here, she'll probably be terrified. Lifting his proud bull-horned head, the colt gives a series of bleats, trying to determine if sister-calf is here in amongst the sea of legs. He worries for her daily, and he knows such a crowd could deeply upset her. Moving forwards, it occurs to the calf that others seem to be putting something precious of theirs onto the tree. He frowns, and feels the weight of the clay figurine in his mane that Esinakh made him - somehow it is just too precious to give to the tree. What if he doesn't get it back, if it gets lost in the chaos? No, he's going to keep that little clay figure safe upon his person, to forever remind him of his sister even when they're apart. Instead he pulls out a feather that he keeps entwined in his mane. Unlike so many of his siblings, Arakh did not take one of Gaucho's feathers when the Wildfire died, seeing it as needlessly gruesome and maudlin. Instead, one of his own grullo feathers rests in his mane, which he'd shed during his first attempted flight under the Wildfire's tuition. It reminds him of his father, and he cherishes it deeply. Reluctantly he drops it on the tree, careful to note where it is so he can get it back later. "This feather from first time Arakh flew. Reminds Arakh of his Ave." The large colt glowers around, daring anybody to mock his choice of item. |
Arakh gives a feather from his first flight. Bleats for @Esinakh to see if she's nearby.
Aurora Basin Time Mender atk: 4 | def: 10.5 | dam: 6.5 |
Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.3 :: 6 HP: 69 | Buff: NOVICE |
Imogen :: Common Kitsune :: Fire Heather |
Strung together in a melody of grandeur and harmony, the pair was beckoned like a siren call, hastening forward from the barren mountains to the facets of a great, glowing, growing crowd; and she knew at once what it had to be. The turtle had returned, poised and regal, anointing and consecrating them with bestowals perhaps none of them truly deserved, and they roamed forward too, became one of the mesmerized. The Mender’s eyes roamed from one item-giver to the next, curious to see what trinkets were hung from the boughs with care, only slightly alarmed to see skulls mixed in with charms, wandering around to several spots not yet laden with alms and ammunitions. Imogen chirped and chirruped towards those she knew, while Lena minded herself with thoughts over what to place – but made up her mind quickly. Her eyes glossed over the poignant, restless sparking and fizzing of one of her charms, a token from the Time God, and allowed it to slip from where it’d been tied along her mane, placing it carefully along the threshold of needles and fir. All fairy, all fey, she watched it flash, flicker, and flare amidst the other jewels and resins, smiling at its constant glint; as if it were all-powerful and potent, ready and eager to seize the day, just as their own patron deity. She quipped delicately, softly, to the Turtle, wanted him to understand the value of the artifact, eyes bright and vivid, soul lifted and heralding the wondrous pinnacles the evening had brought. “This is a charm of the Time God. I’ve been blessed with his power for many seasons now, and in turn, I’ve tried to help and mend wounded souls.” The sylph winked then, bowing her head to the glowing scene, whispering to the wind as if she were kneeling at a shrine, but didn't tell them she didn't know who she'd be without the power of hours, of time, of space, swirling between her veins and through her soul. “May it continue to soothe and assuage those in need.” [Lena places her Time God charm on the tree.] |
Image Credits
Absent Abyss |
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.2 :: 2 ::Tallsun |
Minx |
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*force is permitted at all times
*pixel by padarii@dA
Outcast atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5 |
Mare :: Unicorn :: 14.0 hh :: 3yrs (Ages in Frostfall) HP: 63 | Buff: NOVICE |
Capro :: Girgentana Goat :: None Goatfairy |
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Outcast atk: 6.0 | def: 8.5 | dam: 5.5 |
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 15.3hh :: 4 HP: 62 | Buff: NOVICE |
Goatfairy |
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Arion puts a lock of Eldala's hair on the tree because siblings, sarcasm, and a twinge of sincerity.
Dragon's Throat Filly |
Filly :: Equine :: 17hh :: One year |
Pare |
It was when a mouse scurried past and she gave chase that she noticed something shinny on the ground. Ears pricked and nostrils flaring the spider girl investigated. Hidden in the grass lay two objects; a shimmering leg band with gems of fire and a matching earring. Her eyes widened excitedly as she figured out how to put them on. With her head held high the girl pranced forward now intent on finding whatever was pulling her.
The sounds and scents of many horses caused her to slow to a proud walk as she strode from the line of trees. Slender neck arched she gazed out into the field. A whole group of horses stood before her looking at her. She tossed her short mane and smiled charmingly at them all; well until she realized there was an odd rock creature in front of her next to a tree covered in odd things.
Carefully she pulled the trinket from her right ear and made her way to the tree. Bright eyes looked over the strange creature as she stepped forward eyes searching for a bare spot in her reach. Carefully she lifted her neck out as high as she could and placed the earring on a branch. Stepping back she admired her work making sure to remember where she had placed it, to retrieve it later.
She turned and looked for a face she might know. A squeal of joy and some quick foot work and she was at her father's side. "Apa!" She grinned up at her black and white sire, "Look what I found on the way here!" She pointed to her right rear leg proudly before looking back up at him grinning brightly. Then her attention was caught by the voice of another saying the word Volterra had taught her. She turned sharp eyes to look up at the ashen colt. A frown touched her lips as she looked over his markings and red eyes. "Why are you calling my Apa, Apa?" Her young voice held a hint of steel that most children her age would not know. The impressive war lord was her father, so what right did this boy have to call him so? Her brown ears flicked back with her annoyance as she stepped towards him demanding an answer.
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OOC/Tags;; @Volterra @Tyrath Vezér places her newly found earring on the tree
Outcast atk: 6.5 | def: 10.5 | dam: 7.5 |
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.2 :: 14 HP: 79.5 | Buff: HUNTER |
Irma :: Snowy Owl :: Terrorize & Diego :: Eurasian Eagle-Owl :: Rage Neo |
snälla sluta lyssna, glöm allt jag sade
jag mår bra
It always happened. It swept across the land like a tingle, a pulse from a slumbering heart suddenly wakened and spreading through numbed veins. The season of it varied, but the call did not—softer than a sigh, quieter than a whisper, it was little but a tug on your very soul, an itch to wander down to the Thistle Meadow. He recognized it for what it was; he had been through this before, hadn't he..? The last time, Glacia had been pregnant, in tears, and then—his heart hardened, ice coating it like frost on a cold winter morning.
He couldn't blame the tree or the turtle, but the unease remained in him like a twisting snake. It coiled in his gut and spat its poison into his veins, made his heart hammer in his chest until it took all he had not to fidget in anxiety—somehow, he walked with grace, still much too thin beneath his lackluster winter coat. A long, matte forelock obscured his tired eyes.
Many had already gathered, many he wanted to greet, but couldn't bring himself to speak to. All he did was smile faintly to them as he ghosted along the outskirts of the group, finding his way through the crowd at a point and stepping close to the tree. A dead blackbird laid before it like sacrilege, a challenge, and with his ears pinned he scanned the crowd but how could he know who had placed it there?
Many offered items they loved and cherished, but Mauja did not. There was no way to hang a staff from a tree, and he wasn't too keen on parting with d'Artagnan's bags even for a moment.
Instead, he turned to magic. The ice rolled through his veins like a slow, steady darkness, a chill spreading as his mind tugged at it. Tiny, tiny crystals formed by his feet, little spires of ice, and his owls arranged them as he breathed on them, melting their edges so they could freeze together again. Lost in thought he worked until the tiny spikes had been fashioned into a snowflake.
Worn out by it, he took a half-step back, allowing the owls to grab the icy creation and wedge it among the branches of the tree.
[ Mauja makes a snow flake out of several small spikes of ice using his magic and breath. ]
Outcast atk: 7 | def: 10.5 | dam: 3 |
Mare :: Unicorn :: 15hh :: 5 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE |
Wynter :: Royal Griffin :: Draining Clutch Frostie |
"Don't you know you're everything I have?" Trailing after Tilney and Maude she breathed in the frozen winter air. Soon Helovia would bloom to life as spring took over the lands. It was during this season that everything - and usually the inhabitants as well - came back to life. Each year the silver doe looked forwards to seeing the beautiful flowers, watching their vibrant colours take over the white washed lands. The cold had not gotten either Tilney or Maude down and Arah followed their lead, smiling at art daughter. She'd gotten so big since her...disappearance. It hurt and yet she was so incredibly grateful that Tilney had not collapsed and continued on without her. The strength the stag had showed in her absence was more than she could have hoped or asked for. Looking at the amazing creature before them she wonders his age and how many stories such a creature had to tell. Dipping her head respectfully, admirably, she is excited to learn what he had in store for them today. In all her time spent in Helovia she'd never before attended (or heard of) a Magic Day before. So she happily followed after her family, as the approached the gathered group she kept a watchful eye on Maude. Even while watching her daughter she did not miss the familiar faces in the crowd, please to see so many looking well. There was no way to truly know everything that had happened in her absence. So many members of the Edge were also gathered around the ancient turtle. Listening to the words of the turtle she pondered which of her items she'd leave by the tree, her crown or feather? Looking to Tilney who came with his cloak and his lions mane collar and of course his lantern. Before he stepped to the tree he knew which item would be decorating the branches. A smile lit up his maw and her partner stepped fourth to the trees and slid his lantern upon a high branch. A proud smile crossed her own maw and she listened to him speak and a delighted chuckle escaped as he chanted "Aiya!" and the lantern lit with a magnificent puff. Maude had watched her father’s lantern light and Arah's ears filled with the magical sound of her daughter's whimsical giggle. It was a beautiful sound, one that reminded her of her daughter's tender age and of Maude's beautiful nature. Arah was already so incredibly proud of the young girl, simply because she was such a delight to behold. The silver doe watches as Maude skilfully manages to wriggle and slide loose the strand of pearls and place them upon a reachable branch. Arah had been caught between wanting to assist and allowing her daughter to figure the problem out. Her daughter steps away and admires her work, beaming up at the turtle with pride. Arah watches in silence, also beaming with pride. Listening to her daughter speak she mentally adds the name Ultima to the list of others that she needed to thank for minding her daughter while she could not. The list seemed to be growing longer every other day. It takes a herd to raise a single child, still she regretted not being there during her daughter first few months. If she could go back in time and change those steps she took that day, she would. Maude returns to their sides and Arah beams down at their daughter, only to step forward herself. Wynter swoops down and removes the bright coloured feather from her mane and settles it on the branches of the tree. "I received this feather after a battle some time ago." She thinks back to the tree and the way everyone had gathered around it last time. "When I wear it I'm reminded that beautiful things can hurt, additionally, violence and vengeance only creates more." The endless circle, a circle that she contributed to and despite her best efforts continued to. "Yet one can always find strength in the darkest of times and two souls on opposing sides can pull through together, as one." Stepping back she allows others to have a turn, returning to Tilney and Maude's sides. [Arah places her feather in the tree] |
✽ Force and magic permitted. ✽
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Aurora Basin Soldier atk: 8.5 | def: 10 | dam: 3 |
Mare :: Unicorn :: 14.3 :: Appears 6 HP: 62 | Buff: NOVICE |
Orphan :: Ragdoll Cat :: None Bunnie |
In the Valley of Death
I cast a shadow to block out the Sun I am a monster accepting what I have become
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Feel free to attack her with physical or magical violence at your own risk. ;D
World's Edge Glazier atk: 6 | def: 9 | dam: 5 |
Stallion :: Equine :: 17" :: 7 HP: 64.5 | Buff: NOVICE |
Bunnie |
Dragomir was not sure why he had decided to leave the Hidden Falls today, but he was glad that he had. He remembered this tree from when he’d first arrived to Helovia, though it hadn’t been citizens decorating its boughs, then. Rather, it had been the wildlife, which had been scarce at the time, due to the presence of a dark energy having arrived in the land. While it hadn’t seemed like much at the time, he’d been given a gift from the tree, less spectacular than some of the things that had arrived at the hooves of those who stood gathered: a simple pine branch. Moving his tail just to hear the now-glass-encased thing sing against Ranjiri’s totems (red, glass beads, and a glass encased, golden feather), neatly bundled among them, he is happy again to see this tree. If not for that unassuming branch, the wraith he’d encountered to the west might have killed him, or worse, but it, miraculously, had wreathed him in golden light, and literally expelled the beast away. It had been another of those horrible, altered beings that had given him the feather of his beloved, interestingly enough, and the whole encounter, itself, which had brought him truly close to her at all. Encased in glass, the Moon’s glass, made in his first real place of belonging here in Helovia, the entire object was almost sacred to the man, for many reasons, though one was certainly more prominent than others on that list: it had cemented in his mind a permanent belief that, no matter what (even if you sometimes forgot to remember), your friends and family were the most important. So, it’s no wonder that when he arrives at the foot of the great tree, it’s this conglomerated trinket which shines and sings in the branches when he steps away, with a grinning nod to the Earth Turtle, as the shy crafter returns to the gathering fold, to wait for what happens next. [ OOC: Dragomir puts his pine branch, bead, and feather trinket on the tree. ] |
Any violence/magic is allowed to be used upon Dragomir at anytime, permitting it doesn't kill or seriously maim him without my permission <3
Outcast atk: 4.5 | def: 7 | dam: 6.5 |
Mare :: Hybrid :: 15.2hh :: 2 HP: 66.5 | Buff: NOVICE |
Sachi :: Plain Rougarou :: Water & Flame smitty |
The orb of green light glowed in Esi’s pallid gaze, staining her white eyes a slightly emerald. Her face twitched as she watched him hang it—alone, unmatched with anything else adorning the tree. Her teeth worked, grinding together, as unease crept through her. The ornament wasn’t even or symmetrical!
But then more stepped forward, placing their own ornaments on the branches—her darting and nervous gaze left the quickly filling branches as a familiar bleat called out. “Rak?” Was her own, answering bleat; though her voice was hushed by the scope of the crowd and unease at the many, mismatched ornaments hanging from the limbs.
She shuffled forward, eyes following to Rak’s grey feather that gleaming amid the snow-draped boughs. Her tiny teeth worked her grey lips—she was glad that brother-calf kept her statue with him instead of placing it on the tree. But if brother-calf put something on the tree, then should she?
A soft, unsure breath pushed out of her nostrils as she looked from brother, to turtle, to the cluttered lower limbs. And then she shuffled forward, trembling shoulders squared in determination as clay welling along her shoulders. Jaw clenched and eyes screwed up in concentration, the clay slowly formed into a mirror-image of the grey feather brother-calf had placed on the tree. Straining on her hind limbs, she placed it alongside his token.
“Rak teach me flying. Save Esi from sand and dirt and bad things,” was her quiet, explaining bleat before she returned to stand alongside her twin.
Esi crafts a grey, clay feather and places it on the tree!
@Arakh because Esi just can't leave her bro alone
World's Edge Seer atk: 7.5 | def: 11 | dam: 2.5 |
Mare :: Pegasus :: 14.2 :: 39 - appears 8 HP: 63.5 | Buff: NOVICE |
Zani :: Serval :: None Astor |
Yael offers a feather from her wings, and then tries to catch make eye contact with @Lyanna
Please only tag in starter posts, or if the thread is getting dusty
Force and magic allowed, no death please
World's Edge Sleuth |
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.3 hh :: 2 |
Keusi :: Striped Hyena :: Terrorize smitty |
without the other
Dark hooves crunched in unison in the snow, ’Cold’, was his companion’s sharp, annoyed, dark voice in his head. She had begun to speak; though her words were carefully chosen and razor-sharp in his mind. His ebony tail flicked in obvious irritation, ’Yes, snow is cold,’ was his mental reply.
Then his attention returned to the turtle, tree, and gather of creatures before them. Though part of his mind was forever on Kiada at his side—an innate attraction that he couldn’t deny even if he had wanted to (and he didn’t want to). He paused, watching what others had put on the tree limbs, sharp mind assessing and dismissing most of what he saw. A few things were of use—a skull, a gold band, pearls. The colt cocked his head slightly, a dark grin creasing his muzzle, “See anything you like, sister?” his deep murmur slipped into his twin’s ear, warm with breath and with jest. His dark lips then gently lipped her lobe, before gently snagging a strand of her silken, white forelock.
Approaching the tree, he strung one of Keusi’s deciduous canines she had just recently lost along with his sister’s hair, “The two parts of me,” was his low, surprisingly genuine murmur to the turtle as he hung his ornamentation on a dark, shadowed, empty limb. And then his sharp gaze flickered to his sister while Si yipped in eerie approval.
Kianso puts a strand of Kiada's forelock with one of Keusi's lost baby teeth on the tree!
@Kiada
Please tag Kianzo in all replies.
World's Edge Queen atk: 7 | def: 10 | dam: 3.5 |
Mare :: Pegasus :: 16 hh :: 11 years HP: 62 | Buff: NOVICE |
Hemlock :: Flammulated Owl :: Heal & Cypress :: Great Horned Owl :: None Sarah |
In the crowd, she spotted Mauja, Lyanna, Lena, and others from the Edge as well - a warm smile touching her face as her green eyes lingered on those she knew. She didn’t approach any of them, though, the moment feeling oddly personal and she did not want to invade any of their thoughts or spaces. So she moved on her own, approaching the tree cautiously - eyeing the wonderful gifts that the citizens of Helovia had given. There were many things she carried with her that were close to her heart - a trio of feathers tied into her hair, the amethyst and glass halter and necklace she wore - but she would give this tree the first gift she had ever been given in Helovia.
It only seemed right.
Hemlock helped her carefully remove the glass headpiece from her brow, the small chain and heart making a light twinkling noise as it moved, and he brought it to the tree - draping it carefully over a bough high up where he could retrieve it again, out of reach of any pesky ground-dweller that might want to snatch it up.
Alysanne’s green eyes drifted upwards to look at the glass headband, her heart warm and sad as she thought of Kahlua - wishing her dear friend was with her today.
Aly decorates the tree with her glass headband
made by the lovely tamme |
Outcast |
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 13 hh :: 10 years |
Jellybean :: Common Griffin :: Molten Dagger Sarah |
So APPARENTLY there’s a holiday in Helovia that I have not been celebrating all these years. I feel ripped off. Why wasn’t there more hubbub about Magic Day? It sounded WONDERFUL!! And if it brought this incredible turtle creature out of the snow I just don’t understand why it isn’t a topic that everyone talks about throughout the year!! Make my wish come true All I want for Christmas is you |
Johnny crafts a candy mini Larue and places it on the tree!
please tag in all posts
World's Edge Artificier atk: 3.5 | def: 7.0 | dam: 8.0 |
Stallion :: Pegasus :: 17.0hh :: 6 HP: 64 | Buff: NOVICE |
smitty |
Hot red-and-yellow irises first find @Glasgow , the sad but delicate Glazier he studied beneath in the Edge. A smile and nod are sent her way, before his attention was drawn by the fluttering wings of skoenlapper, and again a grin and wink are sent towards @Myrrine —he hoped the woman was happier (or, at least, less miserable) than when he had last found her. A subject can never miss the elegant beauty of his Queen, and so a deep bow of his head was sent towards @Alysanne , though his eyes boldly (invitingly) sought the Devoted’s verdant gaze.
But it was another, a distinctly accented voice, that drew the vulture’s attention. “I xaf nozing but myself, and my vings.” His bearded head swung towards the exotic words, curiosity aroused as he caught sight of the bright gold pegasus mare. A provocative grin crossed his dark lips as he passed purposely close by @Yael on his way to the tree, wing feathers outstretched in an attempt for a faked-accidental brush against her flanks.
With a sharp and purposeful flick of his tail, the cord with a vulture’s talons flew into the snow. It was a modest trinket, especially in comparisonn to the wealth his family had amassed in Bahari. “A reminder of who I am, and who I do not wish to become,” his gruff rumble grew solemn, the flirtatious light leaving his eyes as he lifted his trinket with surprising care on the snow-dusted limbs.
But then his amorous nature returned as he turned to stand alongside the golden beauty once again, “Hello, I’m Graasvoel, but call me Gaal. I can’t believe I haven’t met a beauty like yourself, yet.” He grinned unabashedly at the black-marked woman.
I want to repeat the pleasure of losing it
social!Gaal is social and puts his Vulture Talons on the tree!
Outcast atk: 4.5 | def: 7.5 | dam: 7 |
Mare :: Hybrid :: 16.2 Hands :: 3 (Ages Birdsong) HP: 66 | Buff: NOVICE |
prissy |
won’t help you forget her
A hot, smoky exhale left my lips, my pale brow furrowed as I watched old friends and family greet each other merrily, bumping noses and decorating the tree. Where's Shida? I thought, my light amber gaze roaming the crowd to no avail. Where's Ma? I hadn't seen her in ages, a depressing fact considering we lived in the same herd.
I sighed, chilled, nebulous smoke pouring from my lungs and into the air. I weaved my way towards the tree, hoping that getting closer to the group would aid in my search for family (or friends, but Auriel, who can you call your friend?). I noticed a few familiar figures, the Indomitable, Nyx, Lyanna, others of the herd whose faces I recognized, but couldn't put a name to. It was a very surreal affair, I felt removed and isolated, but I was surrounded by people.
I halted a few paces from the tree, shaking the glowing charm from the pale tassels of my mane and stepping closer to tie it to the highest branch I could reach. I stepped back and admired it quietly, solemnly, by myself. In truth, I contemplated leaving the trinket forever, turning on my heels and exiting as I had entered, in a reticent plume of silent smoke.
auri puts her glowing leaf charm on the tree!
She is far away. She...she is far, far away from me.
Absent Abyss |
Filly :: Pegasus :: 17 :: Three Seasons |
Nova |
The travel from the Edge to the Tree was small in consideration to the others which all gathered around the dun marked filly, but it was no less traveled with purpose and reason. She'd met with her sister upon the snow covered banks and hilly mounds, her amethyst eyes sparkled in the frostfall sun when the much lighter of the pair had arrived. They were separated, yes, but not for long. She had pined mournfully when they'd gone back to their respective herds after their emotional union, she had promised Tassy that she would go home.
Go home they would this time, together.
As they approached the tree, her antlered head rose as she surveyed all those gathered. She spotted those that she knew of, the grullo marked colt who had been there when their Ave had passed, the colt she shared a home with now. Other faces and names escaped her, but they were no less noted with a small acknowledgement in her mind.
"What you think, Hāedar?" She whispered to her twin. Her attention now solely on the unusual looking turtle which sat beneath the tree. "They say he is Earth God companion."
It seemed the small creature had asked them to decorate the tree with something, something special as she saw some place tidbits which looked precious and unique, others seemed less enthusiastic to part with their trinkets and instead soiled the Pine with useless junk and corpses. She snorted her disgust, and strode forward herself. Gently she plucked a single, white feather from her wild locks and wrapped the lingering strands of hair around the tree.
"Magic is gift of Ave and Sun God, both are precious to me."
You spend your whole life just to remember the sound
When the world was brighter, before we learned to dim it down
Arrives with @Tasokh with permission from Frostie, places a white raven feather on the tree.
force & aggression permitted against Verro at all times
with the exception of maiming and death