CHERNOBYL

For weeks now she has been pretty much camping out in and around the Heart Caves. Studying the visual puzzles vigorously. Hieroglyphs, her mind kept repeating the word as her black eyes blink idly and her mouth grabs at the fading grasses. Even as she nourishes herself she cannot pry her mind away from the engravings that glow inside those mysterious caves. The pictures that someone left for them to find – someone who was alive centuries ago, perhaps it was even the Gods..or their friends, or their enemies. Who knows...because they cannot decipher them completely. Here and there she has found some who know what they are and few have even decoded the God's symbols. How much further will it go? What will they discover?

Dusk dies away and the forest surrounding the cave's opening has become dark. The only light beams from beyond the hills, a bright crescent moon is on the rise tonight; to float among a cloudless star filled sky. She is grazing still, but finds her mouth dry now. Water seems to be a delightful idea. And so she moves off with no hesitation, taking a small barely used north-western path that will take her to a piece of the big two-headed river that runs through Helovia from the seas.

It's not far, and she isn't winded when she reaches the eroded edge of the rushing river. It looks dangerous in some, most,  spots and the wise mare knows well enough to  find a stable piece of pebbly shore to stand on, a flowing pocket of calm waters swirling in front of it. She bends to drink, peacefully as normal, the only sound is trickling water and her gulping down sweet hydration. Suddenly something bright and blue, sparkling and tinkling like bells, it comes flying from the waters in front of her nose and shoots away as fast as a shooting star. She jumps nearly nine feet in the air (exaggeration), stumbling backward  and falling onto her ass. Her big black eyes, usually swarming with contempt and fiery annoyance, are lit with fear and confusion. She breathes heavily, almost gasping like, as she rises to her feet. She can find nothing as she looks around and by now the moonlight is vibrant and flows along with the river like a stream of light cutting through the trees.

Something is stirring under the waters surface again and Chernobyl resists the inclination to simply run and leave the weirdness far behind. Two more, orange like a burning sun, come popping out shooting off until their light and their gentle tinkling sound is drowned by the tumbling river's whispers. “What...in...the..?” She steps closer, but not too close, not quite enough to peer over the edge. If anyone stumbles across her now she'll be looking very odd...reluctantly peering over the edge of a river bank, mouth agape and eyes wide..

What the..?



Summary: Chernobyl sees glowing (faeries) popping out of the river when she goes to take a drink in the middle of the night. She's scared as shit which never happens. So. Nows your time c;

She's by the river, NW, not by the caves.

It's slightly breezy, chilly autumn night with a bright waxing crescent moon.





__

if i had a heart i could love you,
if i had a voice i would sing.