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12-01-2014, 11:04 PM
Now that she is safe in the Edge, Nasreen begins to relax a little. Darkness may linger outside its borders, but here with the others, things seem less frightening. As the snow begins to thaw and the wildlife begins to return, the princess decides to go for a walk through the woods. It’s funny; she never realized how much there is to see down here. Ever since she learned to fly, Nasreen has always preferred the sky. She loves the ever-changing currents and the cloudscapes that constantly drift across the vast expanse that she calls home. But the recent travels that left her earthbound in the poor flying weather have reminded her how beautiful the other half of the world is—even when the woods are in the throes of mud season. It is also with a faint surprise that she realizes that she missed the Edge in her absence. Of course, it is no Th’orqui, but since her return to this temporary home, Nasreen has grown strangely attached to this corner of Helovia. With every grove that she recognizes and every old acquaintance whom she encounters, she can’t help but revel in the familiarity. It’s nice, having something to come back to. Content smile settling on her features, the winged mare picks her way through the trees. To entertain herself, she picks up a game that she and Amaya used to play in their travels—as she passes each tree, she recites the names to herself. Pine, birch, aspen-- fig? Nasreen’s gray eyes widen in surprise. She hasn’t seen a fig tree since she was a yearling back in Th’orqui! But the girl is in for an even greater surprise when she looks down, for beneath the fig tree is a horse! “Oh! Hello!” the princess exclaims. To be sure, she is a bit taken aback by the mare’s appearance, but she has come to accept the fact that this is a land rich with magic where anything can happen. And it seems that she is not the only one who has stumbled across this unusual creature. A voice she remembers rings out, and Nasreen’s ears prick in delight as she spots another old acquaintance behind the leafy canopy on this mare’s back. “Alysanne! How lovely to see you again!” Her smile broadens, and she begins to trot forward in greeting. “Oh, wait, how rude of me—I’m Nasreen,” she explains, turning towards the stranger first. “I don’t believe we’ve met!” OOC: Nasreen's party crashing! 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 |
Please do not tag Nasreen except for in opening posts and in spars!
