| World's Edge Sleuth atk: 7 | def: 10 | dam: 4 |
| Mare :: Pegasus :: 16.1 :: 3 :: Tallsun HP: 65.5 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Petyr :: Bornean Green Magpie :: Ashen
Rottie |
WE HELD TOGETHER THE FRAGILE SKY TO KEEP OUR WAY OF LIFE Naerys' birth had been a hard one and for several moments it was tragic. Her first breath had faltered, her world remained dark even as she left the cozy warmth of her mother's womb. Her tiny heart fluttering softly and faintly in her dainty chest had been the only sign of life, one that her parent's easily overlooked. Her tiny ears were deaf to their pleading cries, her mind lost in a sea of darkness stretching everywhere the eye could see. Had it been punishment, for being created for all the wrong reasons? Nobody will ever know because her breath finally came, gasping and rasping, expelling the fluid from her lungs. Despite everything, she survived.
And she thrived.
The girl has no memory of the event now, it faded with time as she grew and replaced it with more current memories. Memories of her mother marching off to war with the warriors during the invasion. Memories of huddling in the mists of the Edge with her father until her mother finally came home. Memories of her father walking away, disappearing into the mist. She saw him again after that, of course, but it just wasn't the same. Father had given up, had stopped fighting for mother and though the girl didn't understand why, she couldn't fault him. Not yet. Her young mind can't bring her to hate him, to curse him for leaving her. It can only see the good in him and love him the way young children love their parents.
Time may change that, as time changes all things.
Once more the girl bounds over the broken glass surrounding her home, her feathered wings clamped against her sides to ward off the chill in the air. Without much thought, her long slender legs carry her across the fields to the east of her home and towards the forests. Her dainty hooves leaving a trail of crescent shaped marks hidden beneath vibrant purple and white passionflower blooms. It was her own brand of bread crumbs, a blessing for her mother and, should she ever get lost (quite unlikely), a blessing for her as well. Naerys was born with a wanderers heart and blessed with the memory and spatial awareness to make it safe. So as she wanders now, slender and young, her mind tirelessly maps her route, memorizing details big and small.
It isn't until she's well within the trees, her slender body weaving easily between the trunks and small hooves stepping carefully to avoid drawing too much attention to herself, that the voices reach her ears. Without hesitation, the girl pauses with all four hooves firmly planted on the ground. Brown ears swivel, seeking to locate the direction of the voices while the flowers grew up and around her dainty hooves. Within moments, her head turns towards the voices, her teal eyes peering through the trees only to catch a glimpse of something large, white, and furry. The girl moves forward carefully, easing forward cautiously until finally her teal eyes find the filly - just a bit younger than herself. A frown creases her brow for a moment, watching the younger one's posture and noting the fear present there.
As the younger one approaches the blue mare and the white bear, Naerys wills herself forward; long, slender legs propelling her into the clearing. Cautiously, her teal eyes flicker from filly, to mare, and finally to the bear; it is there that they linger. It is there that they are temporarily glued as she finds her voice. "Hi... um... is everything all right?" The brown and white girl slows to a stop, keeping careful distance. Finally she manages to peel her eyes from the bear, allowing a quick glance around the clearing to pinpoint an easy exit should she need to retreat before looking to the younger girl. "I'm Naerys, I live not far from here by the sea. Are you okay? Do you need help finding your mother?" she asks, her voice warm and sweet. The passionflowers grow and bloom around her hooves - their numbers are far greater as she stands still, increasing the power of their sweet fragrance. Her eyes, vibrant against the brown hue dominating most of her face, are gentle and sparkling with the brightness and warmth of the tropical sea. Quietly, the girl waits. Hope filling her tender heart.
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[Hope you don't mind me throwing her in here! :D]
@Freya
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