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06-20-2016, 02:09 PM
Zyanya
After the initial shell-shock of the tumultuous restructure of her life, Zyanya began to realize why living in the North was difficult. The chill sat in every shadow of the mountain, with only the sunlight filling your body with warmth. Truly, the Aurora Basin was steeped in natural beauty, but the biting cold of winter had not quite disappeared with the coming of Spring. Still, during the day, the cool, crisp air refreshed her, and at night, the lights dancing in the sky washed away the bitterness of the cold. For everything that had happened, the mare did not regret her decision to follow Frost Fyre to the Aurora Basin. The greatest reassurance of all was the feeling of safety in the heart of the mountains.
Settling into the land came easily with the help of Rexanna and her children. Despite the touch and go mannerisms Zya displayed upon meeting the family, she truly enjoyed the time spent with them. A few days had been spent acquainting herself with her new home, finding much delight in discovering new places. She nearly forgot her ordeals, finding herself lulled into a state of contentedness.
Yet, time passed, as it always does. The pallid mare found herself getting restless. The sense of security did not waver, but a new itch crept under her skin. In the past, Zyanya had been a very shy and timid child. Even in her former homeland, the girl had never been outside the nobles' lands, never saw the countryside that existed beside her for years. Despite the truly awful circumstances that forced her departure, the adventure may have changed the girl for the better. The new sights, the sounds, the smells, the faces - they all energized her heart and mind. A new light began to shine on the world, once so tiny, revealing its expanse was endless. With that knowledge came the desire to see more.
Walking steadily, the mare finds herself back at the entrance of the Aurora Basin, her soft lavender eyes glancing upward to the face of the Sentinel that had amazed her upon her arrival. The hollow, cold eyes of the machine did not appear so frightening now. Instead, Zyanya smiles brightly at the guardian. Before she leaves, the girl actually reaches out a soft muzzle to brush the giant in a farewell. "I will be back soon," she says to the machine whom likely could not hear her. "Be sure to keep everyone safe for me, Milo." The name comes off her tongue as a whim, but it seems to fit the great unicorn. If by chance the machine did have a heart, it might take comfort in being given a name. These are but the weightless musings of a naive girl.
The mountain range is large, which Zya had already known full and well. Snow still frosted the grounds for miles, but the gentle touch of spring began to show. With more and more steps toward the South, she began to see the seasons change before her eyes. Much like how walking to the Aurora Basin had been like stepping back through time, this was like racing forward. Weeks of winter disappeared with the hours. And, before she knew it, the snow drifts had lifted revealing a rocky path which lead... up.
Tracing the pathway with her eyes, Zyanya gazes in wonder at the sheer altitude reached by the peak. The top of it disappeared into the clouds beyond sight. Amazed, the girl cannot feel her cerulean hooves driving forward. The pathway being taken unconsciously at first, something in her heart desiring to see what lay beyond the clouds. Surely, the sun would be brighter. The air would be cleaner. The world would be better.
The clatter of a rock down the side of the mountain shakes Zya from her trance, drawing her back into reality. One misstep could have made her the rock, she realizes. The thought making the blood rush from her face and her body quiver. Taking a healthy step closer to the face of the mountain and farther from the edge, the girl continues. The path is long. The climb must have taken her hours, but soon her ivory tipped horn cuts through the very bottom of a cloud. Delighted, she rushes forward, only to feel the cool splash of water on her face.
Confusion abruptly fills her mind, replacing the former wonder. Clouds are made of water? she thinks to herself, head still literally in the clouds. Closing her eyes, she continues walking, feeling her body being enveloped by the soft touch of mist, beads of water decorating her pale coat. When the light touches her eyelids, the small girl looks out onto a brand new world. Unexpectedly, the top of the mountain is flat and covered in flowers. Thousands and thousands of flowers of various hues and delicate scent greet the new Helovian.
Stepping from the gray rocks into the soft grass was like walking directly into a dream. The mist from the clouds makes the girl look much like a dream, as well. Her tiny, pale gold and blue coat glimmers under the sunlight, as though painted with a million little stars. "Wow," is all that she can manage to say before letting out a delighted, quiet laugh.
""
ooc -- for Rien, but anyone is welcome. o/
Settling into the land came easily with the help of Rexanna and her children. Despite the touch and go mannerisms Zya displayed upon meeting the family, she truly enjoyed the time spent with them. A few days had been spent acquainting herself with her new home, finding much delight in discovering new places. She nearly forgot her ordeals, finding herself lulled into a state of contentedness.
Yet, time passed, as it always does. The pallid mare found herself getting restless. The sense of security did not waver, but a new itch crept under her skin. In the past, Zyanya had been a very shy and timid child. Even in her former homeland, the girl had never been outside the nobles' lands, never saw the countryside that existed beside her for years. Despite the truly awful circumstances that forced her departure, the adventure may have changed the girl for the better. The new sights, the sounds, the smells, the faces - they all energized her heart and mind. A new light began to shine on the world, once so tiny, revealing its expanse was endless. With that knowledge came the desire to see more.
Walking steadily, the mare finds herself back at the entrance of the Aurora Basin, her soft lavender eyes glancing upward to the face of the Sentinel that had amazed her upon her arrival. The hollow, cold eyes of the machine did not appear so frightening now. Instead, Zyanya smiles brightly at the guardian. Before she leaves, the girl actually reaches out a soft muzzle to brush the giant in a farewell. "I will be back soon," she says to the machine whom likely could not hear her. "Be sure to keep everyone safe for me, Milo." The name comes off her tongue as a whim, but it seems to fit the great unicorn. If by chance the machine did have a heart, it might take comfort in being given a name. These are but the weightless musings of a naive girl.
The mountain range is large, which Zya had already known full and well. Snow still frosted the grounds for miles, but the gentle touch of spring began to show. With more and more steps toward the South, she began to see the seasons change before her eyes. Much like how walking to the Aurora Basin had been like stepping back through time, this was like racing forward. Weeks of winter disappeared with the hours. And, before she knew it, the snow drifts had lifted revealing a rocky path which lead... up.
Tracing the pathway with her eyes, Zyanya gazes in wonder at the sheer altitude reached by the peak. The top of it disappeared into the clouds beyond sight. Amazed, the girl cannot feel her cerulean hooves driving forward. The pathway being taken unconsciously at first, something in her heart desiring to see what lay beyond the clouds. Surely, the sun would be brighter. The air would be cleaner. The world would be better.
The clatter of a rock down the side of the mountain shakes Zya from her trance, drawing her back into reality. One misstep could have made her the rock, she realizes. The thought making the blood rush from her face and her body quiver. Taking a healthy step closer to the face of the mountain and farther from the edge, the girl continues. The path is long. The climb must have taken her hours, but soon her ivory tipped horn cuts through the very bottom of a cloud. Delighted, she rushes forward, only to feel the cool splash of water on her face.
Confusion abruptly fills her mind, replacing the former wonder. Clouds are made of water? she thinks to herself, head still literally in the clouds. Closing her eyes, she continues walking, feeling her body being enveloped by the soft touch of mist, beads of water decorating her pale coat. When the light touches her eyelids, the small girl looks out onto a brand new world. Unexpectedly, the top of the mountain is flat and covered in flowers. Thousands and thousands of flowers of various hues and delicate scent greet the new Helovian.
Stepping from the gray rocks into the soft grass was like walking directly into a dream. The mist from the clouds makes the girl look much like a dream, as well. Her tiny, pale gold and blue coat glimmers under the sunlight, as though painted with a million little stars. "Wow," is all that she can manage to say before letting out a delighted, quiet laugh.
""
ooc -- for Rien, but anyone is welcome. o/
YOU ARE THE BLUEST LIGHT.
@Seanan
