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07-19-2014, 11:00 PM
It is a happiness you haven’t known since losing Th’orqui. You don’t know what it is, but something about this island in the clouds lifts your spirits; here, your cares drift away as easily as the mist from the waterfalls vanishes in the breeze. You’ve gone running and racing; you’ve met new friends; you’ve basked in the sunlight and bathed in the streams. It’s a good feeling, and you find the change of pace relaxing. This place is the opposite of those horrible caves: it’s open and airy and exciting, and you can’t wait to explore. So, in the time between forging friendships and stretching your wings, you decide to go exploring. Who knows what you’ll find here? You can’t say, but you have a good feeling about it. You start along the perimeter of the island, flying as low as possible, skimming above the waterfalls and darting in and out of the rainbows, giggling girlishly at the way the light hangs in the air. When you tire of that—or rather, when the call of the next adventure becomes to insistent for your curiosity to ignore, you tear yourself away from the waterfalls and land, touching down in a grove of cherry trees and heading towards the interior. You pass through many a meadow filled with fragrant flowers, and spend a carefree hour blowing on puffs of dandelion and snorting in amusement when you discover how to send the seeds flying into tiny whirlwinds by beating your wings. The sun is considerably further to the west when at long last, a glint catches your eye. Ever inquisitive, you head in its direction to investigate. Approaching the top of a hill, you look down onto four colorful tents, and a sandy clearing spread between them. Each tent is exquisite, but the midnight black cloth fluttering in the breeze is what holds your attention. The slowly sinking sun backlights the supporting glass spires in a dazzling display of rainbows, and your breath catches in your throat as you realize the full beauty of what you’ve discovered. Eyes wide, you head down the hill towards the black tent. At the entrance, you hesitate, but reassured by the sheer tranquility of the place and the presence of the glass (it is Kahlua’s and Dragomir’s unmistakable trademark, after all), you gather your courage and thrust your head within. As your grey eyes adjust to the dimmer lighting inside, you call out, wondering if anyone else has been drawn here—surely they have, after all, who are the tents for? “Hello?” you ask, looking around, half expecting to see the queen herself hiding in a corner. She lacks wings, but you've seen stranger things today. Besides, Africa managed to get here, didn't she? “Kahlua?” 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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