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No pleasantries were exchanged, no names given… the young warrior did not know how else to handle the information relayed to her other than to nod silently in response. She did not know where the Storyteller’s pool was, but surely she was capable enough of seeking it out on her own without having to pester this stranger. His sense of urgency did little to comfort her nerves and so Essetia only stared back listlessly until the stallion had all but run from her back into the depths of the Falls. “Thank you… sir.” Within seconds, the painted lord had disappeared the way he came, leaving the young mare to bluster quietly after him. Strange… Romul commented, as he glanced back to his bonded. Essetia nodded to him in turn but did nothing to acknowledge him otherwise. Her thoughts were completely occupied with ideas of home and her father once again… and this place, well it felt nothing like the Edge. Everyone appeared so vague and hurried.
Perhaps we can pay my father a visit Romul… maybe he’ll be able to shed light on these affairs? The wolf snorted in laughter at her attempt to avoid proving him right. He had fought hard for their return to the World’s Edge, but even if Essetia was feeling uprooted, she would remain in the Falls if only to discover what secrets were clearly lurking in their shadows.
Distractedly, the mare and her wolf wandered away from the patrolling route in order to meander aimlessly through the dense forest in hopes of finding the infamous “Storyteller Pool.” The soil was soft and springy underfoot and while Romul enjoyed it immensely, it was difficult for Essetia to push through the thicket with the mud suckling heavily at her hooves. Though the snow was not as heavy as it had been in the Threshold, it still clung lightly to the branches that reached out toward the mare’s face and back. As she wrestled her way through the undergrowth back toward an open meadow only a few miles north, Essetia took a moment to imagine just how brilliant the Falls would look in the spring and summer.
Though she would not be able to hear the soft roaring of the ocean as she once had in the World’s Edge, she could imagine how the gurgling streams and plunging waterfalls would sound to her callous ears. A cool part of her heart would always long to avoid her father and the Edge, but the small child that had been abandoned so long ago wanted nothing more than to run into his waiting arms and bury herself there until the lines of their separate beings became one. At times she imagined what such a love would feel like… She’d forgotten the emotion long ago.
When Romul and his mare broke through the tree line and into an open meadow, they paused to look around at the glorious marvels of the crystalline pool before them. Not only had they stumbled upon what Essetia believed to be the Storyteller’s Pool, but they had happened upon the most wondrous thing that the mare had ever seen. Rimmed in jewels of various colors ranging from yellow to silver, the pool shimmered in the midday sun like something straight from Essetia’s imagination. It was as if the pool itself had been touched with the magic of the Gods, which of course was highly likely considering it was in fact used to contact them.
Stepping forward, Essetia approached slowly looking for whatever it could be that the strange stallion had said would be waiting for her here. At first, nothing appeared to be for her aside from the utter beauty and bliss she’d witnessed while looking into the endless depths of the pool itself. However, as she began to circle around the undisturbed sheath of glassy water, she noticed a small glint of color in the sun’s rays. As she drew closer to the object, she recognized it as an amulet of some sort. Her father had received one from the beautiful Mirage when he was still in the Edge… but this one… was for her. | |
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