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You are flying over another section of this boundless land in search of Th’orqui when it happens. Suddenly, you feel the strangest sensation in your wings; it is as if they have turned to lead. Frantically, you try to flap them, but you find that you can no longer move forward. You begin to plummet towards earth, and your mouth opens in a terrified scream, but it is ripped away by the wind. So you fall, a silent churning explosion of copper feathers, sure that this is the end. But somehow, it isn’t. The closer you get to the ground, the more slowly you seem to fall, until you are just drifting, cushioned by some invisible force. Cautiously, one grey eye opens, and what you see surprises you greatly. Beneath you, several others have gathered. Curiosity coaxes your other eye open, and as the invisible hand settles you in a shaking heap on the ground, you wobble to your feet, craning your neck in an attempt to see what they are doing. There is a moat, and an island, and most interestingly, some sort of egg rests in the center of it all. You are still shaken up—you almost died a minute ago, for heavens sake—but something about this place has an eerily calming effect on you. The very air seems to be steeped with something otherworldly, and its essence surrounds you like a warm bath. You are at peace here. Besides, you have no time to reflect on what just happened. Your attention is captured by the orb on the island, and something tugs at your heart as you gaze at it. You need to reach it. As if in a trance, you lift your wings to fly over the water, but no sooner do you spread your feathers than do they feel heavy again. Confused, you try again with the same results. What is wrong with your wings? Breath quickening, you shoot a worried glance at them and walk forward. If you cannot fly, then perhaps you can cross on foot. But the moat looks deep, and as soon as your hooves touch the water, that familiar force springs up again, allowing you to go no further. Slowly, it dawns on you that what is happening must have something to do with the magic; there is some kind of barrier that is preventing you from moving over the moat. A tiny sigh of relief escapes your lips. The thought of losing your ability to fly is so unsettling that even the magic air in this place hadn’t been able to fill your lungs fast enough. Heartbeat slowing, you look towards the island, perplexed. Some have already reached it, but how? As if a tiny silver bell has chimed in your brain, something prompts you to look down. Lo and behold, two planks lie at your feet, and your face lights up in a brilliant smile: that must be the solution! Happily, you shove one into the water. It looks long enough to reach the other side, and you carefully wiggle it towards the opposite shore…but to your disappointment, it falls just short of the island. Perhaps at any other time and in any other place, that would be enough for you. You aren’t usually one for puzzles, and normally, you would simply drop the boards and return to your search for home, but something compels you to keep trying. Over the next half hour, you rearrange the planks over and over again, biting your lip as your struggle to find a solution, but nothing works. Just when you are about to give up, something to your left catches your eye. Hoping against hope, you drag the boards in that direction. Could this combination be the one…? OOC: hopefully it’s okay that I took some liberties with how the magic/no-flight boundary affected her! EDIT: Forgot the important part XD She would like a Cerndyr with the Earth Spirit ability! No previous denials. horse:Colourize-Stock.deviantart.com || bg: Dark-Wolfs-Stock.deviantart.com || wings: Chocomix-Stock.deviantart.com & Chunga-Stock.deviantart.com || image: impassioned-dreams.deviantart.com || table by wanda |
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