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Xolani pain is an illusion, this is just a bruisin' "You forgot my horn," he told her playfully, and she made a face at him wryly. I wish I had enough control over this to forget your horn. The thought was a complex one, unlikely to transfer well either by her body language or her magic, and so she let it go, slipping away into the warm air of the Throat. They raced for the border, her ability to keep easy pace with him bringing a grin to her face. By the time they reached the boat to the mainland, she had barely even broken a sweat. Being a newcomer to the land, Xolani did not share the negative associations that most Helovians had with the caves. A naturally curious creature wont to exploration and inquisitiveness, the mare had found herself wandering here and there even in her homeland. And it had been so boring there! Even with shopkeepers and peddlers crowding the streets, even with so much to overhear and learn, she had never found the landscape particularly attractive. Here there was open space, a blue sky above, beautiful plants everywhere, lovely new animals to see. She was grateful each day for the blessing that was Helovia. And, of course, its inhabitants. Or, more precisely, one in particular. The mare descended into the darkness confidently, though she was careful to place every step purposefully. As Ilios had warned, the path was slick and black, difficult to follow save for simply feeling it out. Despite her show of bravado, she let out a silent sigh of relief when she finally felt the ground level out beneath her hooves. Darkness surrounded her, preventing the distinction of colors on her pelt. As she moved out of the way so that her companion could join her safely, she noted that she wouldn't have to be so careful of her thoughts down here. On the surface, she was afraid that her body would give away her attraction before she was ready to reveal it. Here, though... if he couldn't see her colors, he couldn't read her mind. It wasn't all darkness, though - a wall of lava, encased with crystal, lit the room in a moody red. Fascinated, the mare walked slowly closer, joined by Ilios. He called the room the Sanctuary, and she was struck by how apt it would be if this were a sept devoted to the Sun God. This would be His sanctuary, where His priests gave sermons and converted the non-believers. She smiled, more to herself than anything, her shoulders shivering in silent giggles at her imagination. Regardless of the room's use or name, it was beautiful in an eerie, almost angry way. She nodded slightly to him, her gaze distracted but her ears focused on his voice. Show me more. Think think think. |
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Want to plot with Xolani? Visit her plot page here!
