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06-04-2014, 11:14 PM
Her time at the Grove gave no offering, no sweet feeling of relief, no new thoughts, no freedom from the empty void in her head. It had gone about with her, gathering shards of shattered glass that were memories stolen from the lips of friends, shoving them in her brain so that she bled agony, depression, and pain hidden behind a thin covering of her new self. There was nothing that could change that she had changed the way she thought, how now she would have to let herself become more accustom to it and let it flow slowly from her body in waves so that others could accept it.
She left the Throat more often when it came to, feeling the emotions rolling about her soul in restless waters that were driven onward by storms that only existed for her because the Birdsong storms had left the desert and wouldn't be back for some time. They left calling cards of returning though, for when she had left to head northward, thunder rolled in her trail and haunted her.
There was no thunder in the meadow, something she found annoying when it came to the hot Sun pouring gasoline onto the land. The silence was killing her ears and mind, thoughts tempted to pour in and let the battle of her heart, brain, and emotions begin. They're about to come in when the sound of a hound takes to her ears and changes her attention. Something moves in the grasses in the distance, and when her legs grow impatient with curiosity, her thoughts fall loose while she brings herself closer.
Words are exchanged. She catches a phrase about a fallen sky, immediately forcing her pale eyes to shift to the sky and gaze. Nothing is out of place until they come back down to meet a Pegasus.
"Oh."
She's beautiful. The colours spread about the winged woman was tints and hues that gathered her attention. She wanted to ask more questions, to poke and proad about the winged one. The other one there keeps her from saying much when it comes to mind that he is probably the one that brought up the falling sky thing.
"Excuse me, Ma'am, are you alright? I'm Sikeax, of the Dragon's Throat, but you're free to call me Sia." She's desperately polite in the process of trying to gather the attention of the mare, knowing that the stallion that has come with her is there, but has not made much acknowledgement towards her. Whether he pays much attention to her remains another issue, her attention was placed to the female that obviously seemed bothered by something.
OOC: Oh, look who tried and didn't get to far. xD
@[Cirrus] @[Rostislav]
you were angels,
so much more than everything
:: please tag me
:: minor force and power play allowed
