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AISLING
my friend makes rings, she swirls and sings
she’s a mystic in the sense that she’s still mystified by things
my friend makes rings, she swirls and sings
she’s a mystic in the sense that she’s still mystified by things
The little faerie mare was always enthusiastic about starting new adventures, but as she descended from the strange blue landscape of the Veins Aisling could have positively burst with excitement. All her life she had lived on the stories of fierce warriors and brave maidens who crossed over earth and through hell on some noble quest. And now she had a quest! An actual, measureable quest from a god! And not just any god, but the one who was they very light of this world. Light! Aisling had always loved the light, in whatever form it took, and was now on a path to harness it.
She was enamored by the idea that she might soon have magic of her own, and the power to use her songs to make others see! Songs were her favorite way to tell stories, but she had never before dreamed that they might have the chance to show as well tell, and all she had to do was talk to others? The little mare was very much a social creature and the prospect of encountering five individuals did not phase her at all. Emotions, she thought those would be easy to get a handle on too, though she may have been underestimating her task. As much experience as she had with the pleasant side of that spectrum, she was strangely lacking in the negative, and (though she did not understand it now) she would have to come to appreciate more than just the joys of the heart in order to complete her task.
The little white creature hummed as she pranced through the trees, already thinking of the song to the Sun God that would be the ultimate culmination of her venture. Always eager to explore new places, she unknowingly neared the border of the Falls. She had passed near this area when she first met Kvothe, but upon meeting her new troupe leader she had traveled to the west of Helovia and had passed the northern sector completely. The heat of the summer sunshine was strong though the filtering leaves of the trees, but the mare danced happily in and out of the patches of sunlight. She would meet someone soon or she would not, either way she would always dance.
”talk talk talk
Tags: @[Laedere]
Note: Thread #1 for Ais's quest for illusion magic! She's sill outside the borders yet, technically in the forest of the threshold, but moving toward the Falls (in a very friendly non-threatening way!)
[now come the days of the dreamer and they are filled with wonder and light ]
:: permission given for use of magic and force :: please tag Aisling in all posts ::
