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BY THE PRECEPTS OF HER PURITY
There had been rumors, little birds; babbling and twittering around. Then it got silent again and she had forgotten about it, that was... until she remembered again. Which was unusual, as she wouldn't think things like that could occur, but the whispers had started to echo its words once more in her brain and this time she did not ignore them. She shook the dust of her coat, rocked her mane to the right side of her crown, rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and took off.
She felt the warm breeze of the dunes brushing against her rust striped coat when her eyes found a group of horses, standing together. She mixed herself among them, eager to know if she was at the right place. She saw Sohalia and knew she must be. Another mare that did not go unnoticed to her gaze was Ampere. "Good evening Sohalia. Good evening Ampere," she smiled and nodded rather kindly to greet them both. "Hello," she now said to the unknown, icy looking mare who seemed to be trailed by snow. Interesting. Although she seemed a bit out of place in the settling heat of the desert, Maren smiled to her as well. "I am Maren, the Diviner of the Dragon's Throat."
Then, she put her right back hoof to rest to listen to the mare she had come to hear speak. She thought it rather intriguing; the making available and spreading of wisdom, not only in their herd land, but the others as well. Some would call it far-fetched or impractical, and those thoughts did cross her mind, too, but when she truly thought about it; when she once again found herself clashing with the un-knowledge of the inhabitants of the world around her — their ignorance — she realized that perhaps it didn't have to be so unrealistic after all. Perhaps there were ways — Perhaps Sohalia could make that happen. Why not give her my blessing? She had found the Transcended nice and caring, and if Maren herself couldn't find enough reasons (enough courage) to be like that, then at least she could try to support her in another way.
When she had listened to Ampere and Else she nodded positively, then scraped her throat to add some reality to their fantasy. "The Temple should of course remain a place of worship mainly, but days and times can be arranged for the Academy to have their way. I do believe rules should be made to prevent the temple becoming a playground. It should be used for sharing knowledge, and knowledge alone." She had to remember to unclench her jaw — and she hadn't even yet said a word about practicing destructive magic inside, perhaps because her skin had already began to ominously itch by the idea alone. However, she wanted to desperately avoid sounding un-supportive, especially after Sohalia had helped her the other day with building. Next to that, she really did think the concept was a good one, but she was also awfully aware that it could go terribly wrong as well. She swallowed thickly while the burgundy shades of her eyes grew darker, for unexplained reasons frowning dangerously as she had fallen back in thought. Meanwhile, in Maren's imagination there were already ten Shida 's lining up inside the main hall to smoke their pot or practice their magic.
To the snow mare's introduction of her crafting ability, Maren replied; "The more help we can get the better, any volunteers will be remembered dearly."
wow that last bit is weird sorry >> had to fit it in
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[O] never know what temporal days may bring [Academy, open to all!]
