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07-20-2015, 06:07 PM
They have journeyed through most of the night and the following day, only stopping to rest and recuperate when necessary (particularly before the ascent up into the mountains, when the shifting ground and higher elevation tends to strain on most muscles). Nevertheless, the blue mare’s spirits soar far too high to be dampened by such petty things. She is anxious to return to the familiarity and security of her mountainous home, surrounded by those she considers family (even if many faces are strangers to her at this point, she’s keen on that to change), and to share both its beauty and promise with her company. Flicking out her long leonine tail behind her, the blue mare lifts her slender legs through the snow. Cloven hooves cut cleanly through the fresh, newly-fallen powder that softens the surface, glistening now beneath the sun’s bright rays, glowing with its initial descent as day slowly turns into dusk. In their travels she has kept up a steady stream of chatter between them, ever comfortable with filling a silence and much too excited to remain quiet for long. It is quiet now though as she leads Wicka higher until the ground gradually levels beneath their hooves, her breath saved for the labor of her body, which steams softly in the wintry air. Passing through the last little stretch of the Frozen Arch, there is a break up ahead in the rising shadows of the mountains—an entrance into the valley. Tiamat smiles wonderfully at the sight, gesturing excitedly to Wicka before extending her gait into a bouncy trot, snow flinging delightfully from her hooves. It isn’t long before the two mares reach their destination, the blue unicorn slowing again to a walk. “This is it! The Aurora Basin,” her voice is brightened and breathless by her pleasure, white eyes gazing fondly into the valley below, and she stops briefly to admire it. What a place this is! Looking up, Tiamat inclines her head to the massive equine-like machines that stand at the entrance to the Aurora Basin, looking down at the two mares with flat metal eyes. “These large machines protect our borders,” the young unicorn explains to Wicka. They hadn’t been here when she had initially come years ago, so she’s not very familiar with them and they would probably frighten her if they weren’t on her side, but their safety comforts her. “I’m not exactly sure how they work, but I know one of the Weavers can tell you,” the ocean mare nods, leading her newfound friend into the snowy valley. “A Weaver is someone who creates things; we have many ranks in our herd, all pertaining to different fields, depending on what you’re interested in,” Tiamat is quick to continue, assuming that the white mare is unfamiliar with the ranks and roles that are within Helovia. They are the same for each herd, as far as she knows, with each land having their own language to classify them. She sighs happily, looking to Wicka with a smile. “I hope you like it here,” her wish is genuine. The day that Lena had approached her in the Threshold, so long ago, is still clear in her mind. The brown mare had brought her home, and she hopes to do the same for someone else. tag;; @[Wicka] “Speech.” |
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