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Naerys Posts: 86
World's Edge Sleuth atk: 7 | def: 10 | dam: 4
Mare :: Pegasus :: 16.1 :: 3 :: Tallsun HP: 65.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Petyr :: Bornean Green Magpie :: Ashen Rottie
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02-10-2016, 02:25 AM (This post was last modified: 02-19-2016, 11:26 AM by Naerys. Edit Reason: Now open to anyone! )
WE ARE THE BEAUTIFUL MISTAKE

So much had happened since her birth that it felt like ages had passed. Perhaps that's why she feels older than just a year and a half. Perhaps that's why, then, she tends to wander without first seeking her mother's permission. It isn't out of heartlessness or some sort of selfish need to cause mother anxiety or sorrow or pain but that's how it seems to her mother, isn't it? In just a year she'd taken refuge on the Earth God's ship, dealt with the aftermath of an invasion that split up her fragile family, attempted to find new members for the Edge while making friends (and simultaneously causing a rift between herself and her mother), and even helped to fell two foreign 'gods'. And she has the scars to prove it. The hair still hasn't grown back over the scars on her back legs - it would, eventually, but the hot tar from the strange tiger left a rather nasty wound stretching all the way up to her hocks. It might not have been quite so bad if she'd let mother heal her before she'd rushed off to Mauja's side. But his voice had risen above the chaos, agony present in his tone, and the girl couldn't leave him to face his sorrow alone. Not with their well-meant but endless supply of questions.

Following a particularly strong argument with her mother, Naerys had gotten better about making her aware of her movements (all the while reminding herself it was only for another half a year). But of course, as time ticked by the girl began to shift back to her old habits. It was easier to simply decide where she wanted to go and then just... go. In a mere half a year she'd be marked as an adult in the herd anyway and then she'd have to choose her path in life. Mother has to let her go. So as another day dawns, the filly steps across the eastern border of the Edge without a thought and without looking back. Petyr, her dearest companion, settles himself upon her withers with one of her passionflowers clasped carefully in his beak. His vibrant green feathers and pale eyes stand out against her predominantly brown and white tones. The air is chilled as she exits the safety buffer of the trees and though her coat is fluffy with the onslaught of winter, she still fluffs her feathered wings in disgust against the cold.

And yet, somehow, her long legs seem to be carrying her further north - following the snowy edge of the northern mountains instead of turning south towards the warmer climes like she usually does. Her steps bring her closer to her father's home in the Falls but she knows that isn't her destination; not today, not ever. Instead, as the girl nears the Hidden Falls she hastily turns further north, slipping past on hooves as quiet as she could make them, and begins her ascent up to the Heavenly Fields (an odd place for the girl to go if she wanted to avoid her father - she would avoid it like the plague if she knew but it wasn't like he told her anything.) On long, steady limbs the girl climbs up the narrow, rocky path to the slightly snowy field above. Once there, Naerys inhales deeply of the fresh mountain air and settles in beneath a lone tree - slightly scraggly and all limbs due to the onslaught of Frostfall. Only then does Petyr hop up her neck to begin the delicate process of weaving the flower into her hair just behind her right ear. Despite the cold and snow, the purple and white blooms sprout and grow around her hooves - creating her own personal patch of Birdsong amidst the deathly chill of frost. But it is in silence that they remain - simultaneously enjoying the quiet and loathing the feeling of loneliness in her youthful heart.

SO I DON'T CARE IF IT KILLS ME TONIGHT
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Flowers in the depth of winter - by Naerys - 02-10-2016, 02:25 AM
RE: Flowers in the depth of winter - by December - 03-07-2016, 11:19 PM
RE: Flowers in the depth of winter - by Naerys - 03-24-2016, 02:20 AM

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