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03-29-2016, 10:29 PM
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| While the caves were merely a place of exploration for the pretty blue mare, Sohalia had memories from each and every room beneath the surface. She remembered arriving here, how Gaucho had been so angry with her for losing their daughter. Never mind that the girl had been in the care of a herd mate that day, never mind that child-rearing was never something that she had meant to do alone - he had blamed her, and it had hurt. She remembered finding Note, her first mate. He had been her first love, really, though it was so long ago now that it was but a distant memory in light of her recent romances. She remembered Gaucho challenging the dusty stallion for her, effectively claiming her as his. The thought left a bitter taste in her mouth now. Had he always seen her as property, or had she come to mean more than him at some point in their relationship? She remembered collapsing in tears, her hold on reality slipping; she remembered Rowan coming to her from the spirit world, offering the kind comfort that only she had ever been able to give. She remembered wandering the halls, waiting for the day that the surface would once more be safe. She remembered thinking that they might not have a home to return to, when all was said and done -- but then the dawn had come on the darkest part of her history, and when they had ascended from the caves, she had been named Sultana of the Throat. She remembered, and she was glad for it, no matter how much pain the memories brought with them. "There was a sickness," she said slowly, barely remembering the details after all this time. "And a great darkness stole the land. Those who left these caverns were often stricken with the plague, stolen by the black night. It was weeks before the Sun returned..." She trailed off, her gaze shifting around the room. This had always been one of her favorites. The flowers had always offered her calm. A glance to the stranger confirmed that she, too, was intrigued by the light of the flora in the room. "There is a great deal of history in these caverns - indeed, throughout Helovia - for those who wish to seek it." The Transcended was calm, almost motherly in her delivery of the history lesson. It was strange; she had had so few of these moments with her own children, but here, now, it was almost as though she had adopted the young unicorn for the moment. She felt good; it felt right to offer such teaching, such easy compassion, even to one who was of no relation to her. The mare reached suddenly for a flower, gently touching it with her muzzle; its petals were soft on her nose, and she smiled. A gentle tug on her magic, dormant for so long, called crystal to the surface; within seconds, it had encased the flower, preserving it and the life within. The mare took it carefully from the vine, sealing off the last piece, adding prongs to make it into a small comb. Smiling around the trinket, she turned to Ki'irha, offering it to place it in her mane. Should she protest, the mare would insist; should she allow the Transcended to approach, Sohalia would place it gently in her hair. "Talk talk talk." @Ki'irha |
| Sohalia Don't wanna leave this life knowing I barely tried... |
