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Along the steep, rocky path that winded up around the mountains, Maren rose along with it above the earthly levels, which got left behind far down below. With every step and every leap, her breathing fastened. She did not mind, however, for she had been reunited with her mountains and never - never had she felt as much reminded of her filly-home as here; in these high altitude valleys, where clouds embraced the mountain tips and skies were large and winds were the ruling element, through day and through night. She felt its power growing as it rushed through her long ivory mane as the pathway narrowed and air grew thinner. Small stones rolled down as she strongly pressed her hooves on the rocky surface and moved her weight to her hindquarters to perform another jump. It was the last one, for before her widening eyes the mountain side suddenly vanished and flat lands arose; a plateau of lush grasses that stretched a long way before the mountain went straight down again. Moving her legs into the long grass, the winds welcomed her. The mare smiled as her always silent eyes overlooked the grand mountain valley.
As her attention wandered she remembered views of her traveling times, some years ago. When she met with a dying culture that lived of the energy of the world. They had also set home in mountains like this, and the winds had been under their control, using it as their life-force by making energy out of it. Their mountains were easily recognized as they wore stark white constructions on their plateaus, which arose even higher than the tallest trees, with wicks attached to the highest points. Their engineers called them wind turbines, for they caught the forces of the element - which they believed were provided by their God: Wind. Their religion had been remarkable, unique as how it came to be. But it still followed the usual rules that most religions unknowingly followed - which was unlike that of the Helovian religion, where Gods were a fact that did not make you have to choose if they... were or not. A discovery that had simply dumbstruck her in an exciting way.
The mare started to trot around, feeling free and childishly boundless by coming up here; where the blue sky looked so large and mighty as if it ate her whole. The tigermare's view got swallowed by the endless sky when she looked up, at the same time halting her steps. She wondered if the ones she was supposed to meet here would be able to find her through the low clouds. Isara and Amaris where both Pegasi, so she would assume that they'd skipped the whole climb up the mountains and would alight sooner or later on one of these mountain tops. Wherever they were, she would not mind waiting. For the touch of her mind had never felt so vivid and its voice had seldom felt so clear. Had it to do with the closeness of heaven, she wondered? But alas, they would have to start their assigned patrol sooner or later. So Maren breathed in strongly through her widened nostrils, touching her Gift, before she let the mists clear out to make her mountain top more visible through falcons' eyes. This would be her first patrol since her arrival in the Throat, so she could only guess what would happen next. In the meantime, she closed her eyes, simply stood with letting out a sigh as the wind caressed her cheeks.
@[Isara], @[Amaris] || Notes: Patrolling! c: -amIdoingthisright?- ; v ; || Wordcount: 591 || "talking" ||
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[O] On the Dust of Heaven we Set Sail [Patrol]
