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When the young hybrid speaks up, Nasreen cannot help but smile. It is bittersweet to look upon him, for he reminds her of the younger brother lost to her only a mere year ago. Eirik was like him, she thinks, with a fondness reserved specially for the only sibling younger than herself. Perhaps the two colts don’t look the same, but in deed and in curious spirit, the resemblance to the youngest prince of Th’orqui arouses a feeling of sisterly affection for the young stranger, and she answers accordingly.
“Yes,” the maiden replies, focusing grey eyes on silver, “The wall around the Edge is glass—Queen Kahlua made it, with Lady Moon’s help. The goddess is great indeed,” she finishes, still not quite able to believe this turn of events. But at the colt’s request, Nasreen’s bright smile fades slightly. He may be curious, but she herself does not know how this strange new power works. Her stomach turns anxiously. Still, she cannot turn down those pleading young eyes…and truthfully, she too wants to see if she can do it again.
So, taking a deep breath, the princess closes her eyes and tries to summon whatever she was feeling as Rei told her story. It takes a few moments and more than a few shaky breaths, but slowly, she feels a spark of something. It’s different this time—the feather was created without conscious thought or direction, but this…this crest she must think into existence herself. The tingle begins deep in her belly, but the more she concentrates, the more the feeling grows. It swells, growing into a wave, then the wave grows into something more. She cannot quite describe or comprehend it, but it is a most peculiar and ecstatic feeling of a power that she cannot quite control. Yet strangely, she finds that she has no desire to control it; she is merely happy to ride the wave and glory in the grace of her Lady. And in this manner, Ilios’ crest comes into being, complete with a delicate glass chain she adds on a whim—he’s got to wear it somehow, right? Nasreen can see the crest clearly in her mind, but it is still with a surprised sort of delight that she gasps when she opens her eyes and the very real version is lying in the grass before her. “Here,” she giggles, nudging it towards the boy. “Is this what you had in mind?”
It is with this sort of euphoric high that she takes in the unicorn mare’s request. With Sikeax’s direction, the task is even easier, and in no time, a delicate koi fish is lying in the grass beside the crest. “Take it,” she urges the mare, smiling broadly, “Consider it a gift.”
OOC: @[Ilios] and @[Sikeax], your gifts are finally done! So many apologies for such an atrocious wait ;_;
@[Official], I should have specified, but this was set on the island (for SWP point purposes). It's not a big deal, since now it can be archived again, but I just wanted to clarify!
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