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04-10-2014, 12:18 AM
Although the angel has never before partaken in patrol duties, it would seem that it was now her job to do so. In the wake of their time in the caverns, the Dragon's Throat herd had grown smaller. Many of their ranks had chosen to follow Midas to wherever it was that he had gone (if she listened to gossip, she might even know where that was) and others had fallen prey to the darkness. They were smaller - weaker? - and so they all had to contribute where before there was assumed safety. Of course, if nothing else, she doubted that any Helovians would assume that they were safe ever again, not after all they had been through. She preferred to patrol from the skies, but on this particular day, she found herself in need of metal scraps for her projects. The wall, of course, was a large part of her duties as Forger, but she had not been ready to see its ruins just yet. After all, she had built the wall from the sea inland, and now much of that land was covered by the ocean. She had cursed a great deal after her initial survey of the damage, wondering if everything she touched in life was destined to fall to pieces. The tantrum had quickly subsided, however, for the angel had grown older and wiser in the caves and had emerged anew, as a butterfly from a cocoon. It was her time to shine, now, and she was determined not to let something as silly as a little salt water stand in her way. And so she walked, Astraeus keeping watch from high above. He was still quite young, but it had not taken long for him to begin to fly. He was, after all, a creature of the skies, just as she was. Besides, his golden form kept her company when she began to feel sorry for herself. He was not one for pity parties, often swooping down from above and nipping a sensitive ear with his rather sharp young beak. It was not a pleasant sensation, but it had begun to train the negativity from the angel's mind. She felt more like her true self every day as she began to realize just how much her time in Helovia had changed her. It felt good to get back to her roots, even if she needed a little help. So focused was she on the ground beneath her hooves as she cast magic out in waves, searching for metal, that it took several tries for the zephyr to break through her concentration. Though he could not yet form words, the ivory fae always knew when he needed her attention, and was able to form a mental picture by seeing through his eyes. Now, as her head jerked up, she saw a newcomer hovering on the edges of their land, looking quite passive. Neither Sohalia nor Astraeus thought that she was a threat, but she would need to be welcomed, and the angel was more friendly than some others the newcomer might come across. Her hooves beat out a trot through the sand, still casting her magic through the earth and marking points to come back to later. The one fault in relying on Astraeus's mind to greet someone new lay in the fact that he did not know who she knew; in other words, acquaintances and friends to Sohalia had, in many cases, failed to meet the young wakiya, and he could not place their faces. As Sohalia approached the mare waiting on her borders, she was pleased to find that it was Cashmere that awaited her. She had not been close enough to hear the mare's request for the crafter of the herd, but she approached all the same, a broad smile on her face. "Cashmere!" she called, announcing her presence. Astraeus, eager to meet a friend of his bonded's, swooped down with a call of his own. Her zephyr loved to be the center of attention. "How are you? What are you doing here? Oh, it's so good to see you!" "Talk talk talk." |
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