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12-31-2013, 03:38 AM
{How she walks} {How she talks} { How they speak to her}
The girl works her way through the many regions, the ghostly figures flanking her. Ahead of her is Antie, or as others know her, Antheia. This filly has a special gift; she can see and converse with the dead. Often times she thinks these ghostly figures are real beings, mistaking them for having beating hearts. Only to come to the realization that these figures cab only be seen and heard by her.
" Where we headed, Antie? "
The beautiful painted filly asks, her voice echoing along the slight breeze like clear birdsong. Swiftly she glances to the moon before setting her brown orbs back upon the path ahead of her. The almost translucent Paint horse that is ahead of Abishia looks back, smiling.
" To the Heavenly Feilds, love. Your mother's favorite place, and where you were born. "
Abishia nods her dainty head, her thoughts immediately switching to what they have come to do. Abishia wishes to speak to Kahlua, the one she had gifted the amulet. Kahlua was a great friend of Antie's, and has much pain in her heart sue to her passing. The fae wishes to become friends with the stunning mare, for she wishes to tell Kahlua what Antie says. Also, who doesn't want new friends?
With no adue, Abishia is frolicking about, chasing after butterflies and stomping on the crunchy leaves. Her young soul is innocent although wise, but still yearns for youthful play. In these situations, Antie is not in front of her, but is in her. With each and every day, the living soul and the deseased soul bond to a stronger level. Soon, there will be no difference between Antheia and Abisha, Antheia will be Abishia. Although Antheia is gone in the form of her own bodice, by the grace of the Gods she had returned with Abishia, and will be there to guide her hooves in the correct direction. Destined for greatness, Abishia will become her Antie, in many ways.
Abishia's small painted body bounces around as she jumps high in the air with joy, her happiness is like a drug, and spreads to all those around her. Her smile is contagious, and will send you into fits of glee. Her mane already carraesses her shoulder, and her tail is to her hocks. Her bright eyes display joy and experience, despite her young age. With everyday the filly is becoming larger, and more beautiful. She nos stands at 16 hands, quite tall for her age. With long legs, she swiftly navigates nature as her playground.
She is walking on a narrow path, slim tree trunks rising up on either side of her. The path is laden with leaves, and dotted with the occasional acorn and tree root. She picks her way through the tretrous area carefully, eager not to trip. To her sides, the figures run with her, weaving in and out of trunks and jumping over bushes. It is from them that she gains her skill to walk so naturally without failing.
" Come on Abishia, speed it up! "
The figures urge her, their soft voices reaching her harks, she quickens her pace. With their aid she continues at a gallop, closing in on the Heavenly Feilds. Within moments the path opened up to a large feild, dotted with purple, yellow, pink, and white flowers. She gasps, taking a glance from side to side in a desperate attempt to sol in the beauty. The feilds are cloaked in darkness, lit by the large orange moon and stars that dot the sky. The slight breeze that carries a chill causes the wheat and grasses to perform a dance for the small filly. With a giggle, she glances to her side, spotting Antie.
" I love it, it's so beautiful. Thank you for leading me here. "
She dips her head in respect to the black and white translucent mare, and then nods to a few others,
" You guys too. "
They simply flash her friendly smiles and nods as she walks forward into the feild, the grasses reaching to her knees. She thinks of Kahlua again, deciding she should call out for her. She needs to apologize for being so awkward and not really knowing what it was she was supposed to say, but Abishia knows now, and needs to speak to Kahlua, for Antie has something to tell her.
" Call out for her. "
The ghostly mare whispers, nuzzling the filly with her kissers. Abishia sends her a curt nod, raising her dome and calling out to the wind,
" Kahlua?! "
" Where we headed, Antie? "
The beautiful painted filly asks, her voice echoing along the slight breeze like clear birdsong. Swiftly she glances to the moon before setting her brown orbs back upon the path ahead of her. The almost translucent Paint horse that is ahead of Abishia looks back, smiling.
" To the Heavenly Feilds, love. Your mother's favorite place, and where you were born. "
Abishia nods her dainty head, her thoughts immediately switching to what they have come to do. Abishia wishes to speak to Kahlua, the one she had gifted the amulet. Kahlua was a great friend of Antie's, and has much pain in her heart sue to her passing. The fae wishes to become friends with the stunning mare, for she wishes to tell Kahlua what Antie says. Also, who doesn't want new friends?
With no adue, Abishia is frolicking about, chasing after butterflies and stomping on the crunchy leaves. Her young soul is innocent although wise, but still yearns for youthful play. In these situations, Antie is not in front of her, but is in her. With each and every day, the living soul and the deseased soul bond to a stronger level. Soon, there will be no difference between Antheia and Abisha, Antheia will be Abishia. Although Antheia is gone in the form of her own bodice, by the grace of the Gods she had returned with Abishia, and will be there to guide her hooves in the correct direction. Destined for greatness, Abishia will become her Antie, in many ways.
Abishia's small painted body bounces around as she jumps high in the air with joy, her happiness is like a drug, and spreads to all those around her. Her smile is contagious, and will send you into fits of glee. Her mane already carraesses her shoulder, and her tail is to her hocks. Her bright eyes display joy and experience, despite her young age. With everyday the filly is becoming larger, and more beautiful. She nos stands at 16 hands, quite tall for her age. With long legs, she swiftly navigates nature as her playground.
She is walking on a narrow path, slim tree trunks rising up on either side of her. The path is laden with leaves, and dotted with the occasional acorn and tree root. She picks her way through the tretrous area carefully, eager not to trip. To her sides, the figures run with her, weaving in and out of trunks and jumping over bushes. It is from them that she gains her skill to walk so naturally without failing.
" Come on Abishia, speed it up! "
The figures urge her, their soft voices reaching her harks, she quickens her pace. With their aid she continues at a gallop, closing in on the Heavenly Feilds. Within moments the path opened up to a large feild, dotted with purple, yellow, pink, and white flowers. She gasps, taking a glance from side to side in a desperate attempt to sol in the beauty. The feilds are cloaked in darkness, lit by the large orange moon and stars that dot the sky. The slight breeze that carries a chill causes the wheat and grasses to perform a dance for the small filly. With a giggle, she glances to her side, spotting Antie.
" I love it, it's so beautiful. Thank you for leading me here. "
She dips her head in respect to the black and white translucent mare, and then nods to a few others,
" You guys too. "
They simply flash her friendly smiles and nods as she walks forward into the feild, the grasses reaching to her knees. She thinks of Kahlua again, deciding she should call out for her. She needs to apologize for being so awkward and not really knowing what it was she was supposed to say, but Abishia knows now, and needs to speak to Kahlua, for Antie has something to tell her.
" Call out for her. "
The ghostly mare whispers, nuzzling the filly with her kissers. Abishia sends her a curt nod, raising her dome and calling out to the wind,
" Kahlua?! "
@[Kahlua]
