YAEL love is a many splendored thing, love lifts us up where we belong
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10-29-2016, 02:50 PM
Sorry for the novel! Please only tag in starter posts, or if the thread is getting dusty Force and magic allowed, no death please
the more people you love the weaker you are Romina is trying to find her brother, for a change. Which is odd, considering normally she just waited for him to find her, as she'd essentially trained him to do. Conditioning for the sake of safety. Pavlovian training to ensure he would always, magnetically, find himself at her side. So he could not leave her, never wonder at the better things in the world that she knew existed beyond their bubble of one another. To keep him chained to her side, ever adoring of her, she would willfully wrap the blindfold around his peaceful eyes and whisper that the world was too cruel for someone like him. That only she could love him in the way he deserved. Because she could not afford to lose him. Romina didn't really understand that what she was doing was "wrong" in the moral sense. Her mind was too scientific, too innocent and unworldly to comprehend why her codependence with her twin was so dangerous. But in the wake of Kiada's abandonment, she held on ever tighter to her twin as if fearing he would be next. Disappearing into the distance without a single word of goodbye, a departure heralded only by her mother's stoic, grieving face and deadened voice. She hadn't been the only one to lose a friend, after all. But at least she had received a goodbye. So that's how she ends up here, tentatively stepping back into the Threshold. The place she and Kiada used to explore together, and her heart hurts so deeply that she just...stops and stares at her chest, eyes a bit wet, not understanding. Her scientific mind is still childlike, and she doesn't know how an emotion can prompt such a profound physical response. Her tiny hooves trail her backwards away from the imposing stretch of shadows beneath the sunlight, feeling suddenly barren and aware of her vulnerability without Kiada there at her side. Her antlers flicker into flame with the onslaught of emotion, dancing colorful hues across her pinched face, shadows hanging in the hollows of her caricature. For a moment she almost leaves, unable to handle the memories of the bantering and laughter that always came to pass with Kiada in these lands. But sound of movement pricks her large, soft ears, and curiosity tugs at her. She bites her lip, indecisive, before edging closer towards the stream she can hear in the distance. A reminder of the crass, foal-hating mare she and Kiada came across last time slows her steps as the beautiful golden woman comes into view, and she hangs nervously in the shadows of the stream, not sure how to approach or what to say. Her normally suave acting dismantled by the emptiness at her side, throwing her entire axis to the left, the world shifting with it. More a child now than she ever has been. "Hello?" And curses herself for the tentative waver of her vocals. Emboldened by her self-anger, she strides farther out towards the woman, toes dipping into the water. "Are you new here?" Best to find out first, before she went off on the welcoming tangent she and Kiada had eagerly composed and rehearsed when they first decided they wanted to become recruiters like their parents. Romina
10-31-2016, 11:15 AM
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10-31-2016, 06:25 PM
so i listen to the wind for an answer She remembers the moment the wind was taken from her. She’d known instantly when her sister and her had crossed into the Threshold of Helovia. It’s like someone had punched her in the gut and ripped out her heart in one instant. The thing that had defined her so fully was simply gone. Snuffed out by a barrier she still could not see, a barrier she’d never be entirely certain of. She simply knew it was there. She also knew it was what kept her safe now. In this place where magic was so different, where strange colors and markings ran rampant through the lands. No one would ever find her here from her old home. At least, it is highly unlikely. And anyone who did find her would know she is no threat now. Without the wind, and with more and more time passing, she has no claim to her family’s old throne. Truthfully, she has no desire to take it, either. She’s happy in the Edge, serving as a Moon Doctor. It is not the life she imagined, but it’s a life she got to choose for herself. And so, like she often does, she makes her way to the Threshold, to offer the Edge as a sanctuary to those in need of a place to call home. She wanted to give that opportunity to others, just as Elsa had given it to her. The day is beautiful and quiet (so rare anymore, particularly in the rather busy Edge) so she takes off from the cliff, making the journey to the Threshold in the sky. It makes quick work of the trek, but also, gives her a moment alone with just the wind in her hair and the sun above her. The journey is not really as long as she’d like. She could have simply spent the day flying, truthfully. But she has things to do, and a duty to the Edge, and a desire to visit the Threshold anyway. So she lands on the edge of the forest and walks the rest of the way in, weaving through the now familiar trees. They are sparse enough here though the going is easy, and she follows the path toward the stream. The sound of voices and…crying?...catches her attention. Immediately, she turns her course until a gold pegasus with black-tipped wings (not unlike the teal tip on her own wings, she thinks) and deer-like filly come into view. She is in time to catch Vhere ees xere? spoken in an accent she does not recognize. But the words are clear enough, as are the tears on her golden cheeks. She closes the distance between them quickly, instinctively looking for any sign of physical injury. But there is nothing obvious, and Lyanna suspects this is no type of injury her magic can heal. Perhaps there were a few cuts or bruises she could help with in places she could not readily see. And perhaps the dark mist would calm anxiety (though she had never tried, and wasn’t sure the magic worked in that way). But it could not mend a broken heart. She would know, after all. “This is Helovia. Specifically, you are in the Threshold, where many new horses end up,” she offers, her voice friendly, kind, but also serious. A bit of worry etched itself into her gaze, though her teal eyes remained rather doctor-like, looking for any possible injury. “I’m Lyanna. Are you hurt?” she asks, pretty certain she knows the answer, but still. She has to ask, just in case. lyanna Please tag in all posts Magic use/power playing is okay, but check before serious injury/death Image by Kiki
11-03-2016, 01:56 AM
the more people you love the weaker you are Romina has come to anticipate countless reactions to her appearance - bodily or otherwise. Shock, snickering, taunting, outright hatefulness. Yet no matter what she prepares herself for, this sort of tremulous, shaken response to her words is...unexpected, to say the least, and her scientific mind trembles with hunger for the reason why. But the child side of her, the beautiful, timorous girl that she generally preserves for family is both wounded and frightened by the intense reaction her words illicit. Did she say something wrong? Was this yet another mare who despised the mere existence of foals? A violent, potentially unhinged mentalist who wished her ill? And suddenly Romina is longing for her brother, for his size and bulk and intimidating aura because she is nothing compared to him. Feels her weakness and fragility keenly as the mare shudders like the quaking earth, revealing things to Romina the child had never anticipated learning when she'd set out that morning. Still, the woman cries, her salted tears darkening her face into shades of bronze. And Romina cannot stop the pull of her heart that overrides - foolishly, her medical mind hisses at the surge of dopamine and oxytocin that floods through her brain, numbing the logic until she is only capable of being alert and empathetic. Split hooves draw her tentatively nearer, and she drops her antlered head to peer at the woman's face where it lingers by the water. And when the lass jerks her head up, eyes like a wild thing set in a familiar face, Romina backpedals nervously and nearly smacks into the newcomer that comes walking onto the scene. "Are...are you okay?" the words fumble uncertainly across her tongue, not sure what to ask when the goldenrod mare is displaying such profound distress. The likes of which Romina has never been privy to, having been raised around a mother whose mask is impenetrable, a brother who caters only to her, and a herd that cherishes its secrets too deeply to wear them on their sleeves. An autumn-colored glance is sent Lyanna's way, and she edges slightly towards the older mare, her logical mind telling her a healer was safer territory. That aligning herself with the painted maiden would grant her safety in numbers and a shield against any potential violence. Because the child she cannot outgrow yet is frightened by Yael's passionate emotions, even as she strives to make it better somehow, simply because she's never encountered someone in such distress. "Do you need something? My herd is up north, the Aurora Basin. Maybe my mom can help you? She's the Lady." It normally comes out far more aristocratic, or her mother would have her head, but she's unsure and out of her element here without Kiada or Ru'in at her side. Romina
11-03-2016, 08:12 PM
D: hot mess central. @Lyanna Please only tag in starter posts, or if the thread is getting dusty Force and magic allowed, no death please
11-07-2016, 04:39 AM
@Yael @Lyanna
11-07-2016, 08:22 PM
so i listen to the wind for an answer The deer like girl edges toward Lyanna, and she gives the girl a quiet nod of reassurance. She didn’t think Yael was any threat. Not that she couldn’t be, but rather that this was not the type of distress that was too likely to end in violence. Though to be fair, she can’t be sure. She’s never seen someone so upset either, and she knows what this moment is like all too well. But this mare – it seems like she was ripped from her home in a way Lyanna was not. Perhaps that’s not true, but she thinks it must be. One does not cry quite so hard when they know why they left. Had she ever cried over the loss of her family? Briefly, yes. The shock always leads to tears, and she knows the kind that Yael shed’s now. She has been there. But had she ever mourned her family? Not really. She’d hardly even cried. When your life is threatened, there’s no time for tears. She’d moped and flown and pretended she was alright for the better portion of a season, yes. But she’d never simply sat down and cried for them. There was something sad in that realization. But now is not the time for her to be sad. Yael’s first response is Yes, and then quickly No. “The kind of hurt my magic can’t help you with then, but I will help however I can,” she says kindly, satisfied the mare is not injured in a physical way, and knowing there is far less anyone can do to patch a hole in the heart. Time, and a place to start over. The deer-like girl offers her the Basin, mentioning that her mother is the Lady. Lyanna is only vaguely familiar with the rulers of the Basin, but she’s careful to keep an eye on the girl. Sending a princess home bruised perhaps wasn’t a good idea – though at least, Lyanna could heal a bruise. Before she can respond more though, another joins them. The white form is familiar, Lyanna offers her friend a warm smile as the girl comes to stand besides her. Erthe’s words steer the conversation now, offering this mare a home in the Edge and a respite for the filly. “I admit, I have not herd of this B’kanna either. That does not mean others have not, though I am not sure it’s likely to be close,” she says honestly. It wouldn’t do to lie to the mare. And Lyanna had traveled through so many lands to get here, she feels like she might have at least stumbled on the name in her travels if it were nearby. “You are both more than welcome in the Edge, be it for a respite on your travels, or a longer stay. I can’t imagine either of our leaders would mind,” she says, solidifying Erthe’s invitation. Lyanna may technically have more authority, but she never did see it that way. Erthe had been around longer, and to Lyanna, had just as much say. “They let me in when I needed a place to figure my new life out, after all.” Elsa had found her in the Threshold, but Alysanne and Tembovu had welcomed her at the border. Alysanne had been her mentor, friend, and now Queen. She cannot imagine a world in which Aly turned anyone in need away. lyanna Please tag in all posts Magic use/power playing is okay, but check before serious injury/death Image by Kiki
11-11-2016, 02:56 PM
@Lyanna Also, we can continue this in the Edge if you want! Please only tag in starter posts, or if the thread is getting dusty Force and magic allowed, no death please
the more people you love the weaker you are Romina is overwhelmed. She skitters away from Lyanna, despite the nod of reassurance, when the pale girl comes traipsing in. They are too familiar with one another, must hail from the same herd, her scientific mind coos comfortingly, but the child wars against it, pressured by how she stands alone. A solitary Basiner, with no allies to call her own, and a distraught newcomer in the Threshold. Breaths come fast in her small throat and she wants to scream for her brother - he's nearby, he has to be nearby, he never leaves me alone I made sure of it - but she holds onto her composure with iron will. Not that she displays it well, with her convulsing throat and darting eyes betraying her. Why had she ever come her again without Kiada? The only thing she can rely on is her logical brain, which looks at Yael's shivering bodice and clicks words straight into her mouth without thought. "Maybe the other herds would be better for you. The Edge and the Basin are very cold, you don't seem to like it," and her words fade as preference and emotion come into play, suddenly unsure of herself with all these older mares around her. She feels foolish, and she hates feeling foolish. Her cheeks are hot all the way up to her ears and for some reason she wants to shout at them, maybe even cry with the way her tears prick hot at the back of her eyes. But she refuses to let them see it and drops her head while the rest converse. Not sure if she should turn and leave or if that was considered impolite. Holding onto her facade with white-knuckled fingers, her entire axis shattered leaving her careening into space with no idea what happened. She's so off centered that when the younger white mare speaks her answer comes on a hot trail across her tongue, almost spat from between her teeth. "No!" It's far too hysterical and she swallows unsteadily and lifts her head high, ignoring how the flames have returned to her antlers to signify her pervasive distress. They don't know what it means. She has to tell herself that. Tries to remember her mother's cold, glacial face and imitates it as best she can. Mimicry is her strongest trait, after all. "T-Thank you but no. Mother wouldn't be happy if I did." Never call her Mama in front of others. It's a sign of weakness. She is a Lady, you must not betray her title with your sentiments, her mind croons, and it's a comfort that slightly relaxes the tension in her shoulders. Something reliable, something safe and familiar. Logic that cannot be conquered. Again she ducks her head in silence, wanting to turn and run back into the shadows to Ru'in where she belongs. Where her world doesn't shake and her breath doesn't come fast and hard. Panic, her mind supplies, suddenly traitorous. Defenseless. Prey face to face with a predator. Fight or flight response. Elevated pulse, desire to flee, high emotional response. And she wants to cry because knowing it doesn't make it any better, any easier to deal with. "...you?" Tiny skull jerks at the question, registering it as being directed towards her, and she lifts her eyes enough to see the golden bird once more. "Romina," she offers softly. But it's time to go now, and she won't break any social niceties by doing so. Glances around nervously and retreats a few steps. "I-I should go. Travel safe." And she turns and walks quickly back into the woods, breath spinning out of control and breaking into a sprint the moment she fades from view. She needs to find her brother. Romina | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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