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07-06-2016, 03:18 PM
Zyanya
Slipping into the steaming waters, a small figure of porcelain gold and light blue. A tail impossibly long and mane drifting about a tiny shoulder sinks beneath the bubbling waves, the heat encasing her frame in an unfamiliar warmth. Hot springs, a novelty in the Aurora Basin, were something new to experience - like so much in Helovia. Unlike the rest of the snow-dusted realm, the springs held warmth. Though Birdsong began to warm the air and touch the mountains, snow still lay dormant in the shadows of the land, and the peaks ever graced with a healthy cap of white.
The steam drifting into her lungs from the surface of the happily chirping water seemed rightfully out of place but no less welcomed. The pallid mare had been within the Basin for quite some time now, and she had failed the promise made to Rexanna. Finding a purpose, it turns out, is easier said than done.
However, the fates of her life brought her ever closer. Perhaps the most helpful meeting so far had been Thranduil, though their time together ended with a bittersweet clash. The soft lips of the mare tug into an easy smile as her mind wanders to Haldir, hoping the deer remains the burst of life and joy he was then. Zyanya missed the small charcoal tipped face, with large open eyes and friendly presence. Here within the Basin, though she had met many, she doubted any considered her a friend. All the interactions thus far remained superficial. With a childish hope, Zyanya clinged to the possibility that the viewing festival would not only bring the Aurora Basin closer to the rest of Helovia, but the members within the magical realm closer together.
Just like the warmth of a smile, the reassuring touch of a loved one, the heat of the springs reminded her just how lonely and cold her journey thus far had been. Maybe, once she found her job, she could focus on finding a friend.
Maybe.
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ooc -- For Tiamat, but anyone may join in!
The steam drifting into her lungs from the surface of the happily chirping water seemed rightfully out of place but no less welcomed. The pallid mare had been within the Basin for quite some time now, and she had failed the promise made to Rexanna. Finding a purpose, it turns out, is easier said than done.
However, the fates of her life brought her ever closer. Perhaps the most helpful meeting so far had been Thranduil, though their time together ended with a bittersweet clash. The soft lips of the mare tug into an easy smile as her mind wanders to Haldir, hoping the deer remains the burst of life and joy he was then. Zyanya missed the small charcoal tipped face, with large open eyes and friendly presence. Here within the Basin, though she had met many, she doubted any considered her a friend. All the interactions thus far remained superficial. With a childish hope, Zyanya clinged to the possibility that the viewing festival would not only bring the Aurora Basin closer to the rest of Helovia, but the members within the magical realm closer together.
Just like the warmth of a smile, the reassuring touch of a loved one, the heat of the springs reminded her just how lonely and cold her journey thus far had been. Maybe, once she found her job, she could focus on finding a friend.
Maybe.
""
ooc -- For Tiamat, but anyone may join in!
YOU ARE THE BLUEST LIGHT.
@Tiamat
even if you're lost you can't lose the love because
it's in your heart
Magic & Force allowed, barring permanent changes or death.
