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12-13-2015, 08:00 PM
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Areli the flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly “…Mama?” the girl called, pausing along the path. The name came out a nervous bleat—appropriate for the little lost lamb who wandered the woods today. Tentatively, Areli cleared her throat and tried again, louder: “Mama…?” But alas, no answer. Even the rustle that she thought she had heard in the brush had ceased, leaving the forest silent and still. All that was left was the rush of blood in her ears and the tumultuous beating of her heart. Taking one deep, shaky breath to steady herself, Areli nodded to Bee, and the pair moved forward again. Normally a walk in the woods wouldn’t have frightened the girl, especially on a day like this one when the Orangemoon sun shone down brightly from a clear sky. However, Areli hadn’t seen her mother in several days, and Ciceron’s warnings of strange gods and monsters had struck fear into her heart. While she knew that she was safe in the Falls, what if Mama had gotten herself into some trouble? Was that why she hadn’t returned? Areli’s breath caught in her throat, thinking of her beautiful mother stranded somewhere, injured and alone. She knew that Parelia could fight off the bad guys—Mama had the scars to prove it, she’d seen them! But monsters? They were a different matter entirely. And so, mustering up her courage, the dutiful daughter had ventured forth from her haven in search of her missing mother. She hadn’t known where to look at first, for Parelia’s business away from the Falls had taken her in several different directions before. It also complicated matters that Mama could fly—a skill that Areli had yet to master. Ground-bound, it was harder to navigate, and so she stuck to familar paths. She and Bee had covered a fair distance in a few days, traveling past the Edge and through the Secret Grove, but so far, no sign of Mama. With each passing day her anxiety grew, but she trekked on, determined to find Parelia. The filly knew that her mother would have done the same for her. So preoccupied was she that when she stumbled upon the Rotunda, it was quite the surprise. It seemed to rise out of the ground ahead as if by magic, a miracle of elegant stone spirals and jewel-toned glass—Areli had never seen anything like it. Forgetting her troubles for the moment, she drew closer to the playhouse, eyes wide and inquisitive. “Whoa,” she breathed to no one in particular, “Cool.” "speech" |
For @Galiel, though others are welcome!
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