Flame and white pelt hides in the shelter of the trees, dual colored orbs lingering the earth, the sky, the branches, any kind of entertainment. And just as she is about to move her perfectly still bodice, colors flash before her, and a beautifully colored mare, winged, with a cape of beautiful feathers hovering over her back, starting at her whither. She is like a mosaic, different colored tiles shattered, then glued together, different colors, different shapes, different hues, blending together to create one masterpiece. The child marvels for a moment in the lady's glory, almost having to snap her jaw shut as it begins to gape. The bird horse is surely a show stopper, but defiantly, odd.
The child steps from her small cluster of trees, a small slope reaches down onto the path in which the bird girl walks, her feathers bouncing as she does so. Having to high step awkwardly over a clump of brambles, she soon steadies herself on flat ground, facing the dove. She lets out a friendly nicker, a warm smile spreading across her kissers. "Greetings, beautiful miss!" She calls, her voice now maturing, turning to a more raspy, but sing-song tone. Like a country hymn. It's tones ring throughout the forest that is filled with voices and scents. The child bows her dome in respect, missing the way her faux horn used to weigh down her dome. But in some ways, she feels a bit more free, a bit more safe? Well, she definitely doesn't have to worry about getting made fun of, that's for sure. "I'm Abishia, Artisan of the Hidden Falls!"
"blah blah blah."
@[Bellona]
*tosses abi into thread*
ABISHIA
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