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12-31-2014, 05:17 PM
The princess has been watching from the cover of trees for quite some time. She is well-hidden in her little thicket—well, in all honesty, she is rather stuck. After many weeks and much searching, Nasreen had found her way back to the Rotunda. She told herself that it was purely for the interest in the structure itself, because it was pretty, because the glass there was unlike any she had ever seen before, and really, the trip would be educational since she could now make glass herself…but deep down, the princess entertained the hope that he would be there. Bucephalus. Even the thought of his name sets something in her chest aflutter, and though no one is there to witness it, she blushes. It was silly of her, to think that the dancing stallion would be here, in the place where they had first met so many weeks ago. Still, she had traveled many miles to this spot on the chance of seeing him again. As it turned out, he hadn’t been there. The maiden had been expecting that much—really, she wouldn’t have known what to do with herself if he had been—but she hadn’t had the time to be disappointed about it for long. When she stepped out of the trees, it had been just in time to catch a glimpse of two shadowy blurs disappearing into the wood. Startled, she had stumbled backwards…and just her luck, she had landed in the thicket. Struggling had proven of little use, and thus, here she was, stuck looking at the Rotunda from between mossy branches. When the others appeared, she did not call out—call it embarrassment, call it independence, but Nasreen doesn’t want their help in getting out of this tangle. And so she has watched in silence (albeit in fascination) as one by one, the group tries to penetrate the web. She only recognizes one face, the flaming mare from the sky race, but the others are strangers to her. That is, until the earth shakes violently, and suddenly, she finds herself tumbling out of the weeds and vines that had once held her so tightly. “Er…hello,” she offers brightly, picking herself up and joining the others at the web. “I’m Nasreen.” It’s a rather awkward introduction, but what else does one say when one’s hiding place is suddenly and unexpectedly revealed? “Lovely to see you again, Fig,” the maiden greets the tree mare, who has also just entered the clearing. Then she stands there uncomfortably in the midst of the action, wondering what on earth she is to do with herself. Grey eyes wander briefly, then focus on the web. Upon closer inspection, she realizes what they are trying to get at: a blue ball hovers in the center, thrumming with what she has come to recognize as magic. Oh! Well, it still isn’t what she came for, but it will make a good story one day nonetheless. Thoughtfully, she watches the others’ efforts, but says nothing. Many are trying to break the web, but somehow, she has a feeling that it won’t work. Magic is strong stuff, and in her experience, the only thing that is really strong enough to counter it is…well, other magic. The maiden wonders if it’s like this with the blue orb and the web—can one pass through the other? Perhaps they can coax the orb to them, instead of the other way around. The firey mare seems to have a similar idea. Though she is ablaze, she is using her wings to blow air into the structure. Maybe they can float the ball to the web if they work together? Curious, Nasreen raises her wings and flaps an experimental gust of air towards the Rotunda. Summary: Nasreen joins Parelia in flapping her wings at the Rotunda, hoping to blow the orb into the web (and perhaps through it). Nasreen would like [Magic: WindxWater | Can summon clouds to levitate objects] No previous refusals, wishlist is here: http://helovia.net/showthread.php?tid=12427 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!
