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09-05-2016, 04:40 PM
Zyanya
She had found herself drawn, as if by a magical force, to the Ancient Rotunda since the first time she laid eyes on the decadent structure. The hymn radiating from the cornices, the splash of color in the class, the proud columns stretching toward the sky, filled her heart with a joy. The familiarity of strong, purposeful architecture reminded her of home - not the home she had made here, in Helovia. No, it resonated with the home resting in her memories, in her heart, in the blood flowing through her veins.
The sculpted ivory peaks dancing amid the valleys of green, stretching toward the night skies and the stars twinkling above.
Her hooves itched with the sensation drawing her ever nearer to the place, now enveloped in the chilled embrace of Orangemoon. The trees surrounding the area had begun to paint themselves in a flurry of orange and reds, yellows and browns, a parade of colors flashing before her lilac eyes.
The wind carried the taste of sweetness, the promise of autumn to be gentle, and something more, something old.
When the gathering came into view, Zyanya is immediately surprised by the number. Some of the faces she recognized, including the scowling expression of Albrecht and the spotted figure of Kiada. Many more remain unnamed in her mind, but they are all drawn to a particular tree, not far from the structure she had traveled to see. Her eyes scan over the bodies, finding the perched form of a feline lounging easily, his figure a blur of smoke and whispers of memories gone. Like a ghost.
She steps closer, drawing in behind the majority of the crowd, yet close enough to capture his words in her delicate ears. She closes her eyes and sighs, the answer is immediately apparent to her, but she knew it would be an impossible wish to grant, even for the Gods.
"I would wish my family safe, wherever they are," her voice is quiet, probably not audible over the rambling words of those around her. "And happy."
""
The sculpted ivory peaks dancing amid the valleys of green, stretching toward the night skies and the stars twinkling above.
Her hooves itched with the sensation drawing her ever nearer to the place, now enveloped in the chilled embrace of Orangemoon. The trees surrounding the area had begun to paint themselves in a flurry of orange and reds, yellows and browns, a parade of colors flashing before her lilac eyes.
The wind carried the taste of sweetness, the promise of autumn to be gentle, and something more, something old.
When the gathering came into view, Zyanya is immediately surprised by the number. Some of the faces she recognized, including the scowling expression of Albrecht and the spotted figure of Kiada. Many more remain unnamed in her mind, but they are all drawn to a particular tree, not far from the structure she had traveled to see. Her eyes scan over the bodies, finding the perched form of a feline lounging easily, his figure a blur of smoke and whispers of memories gone. Like a ghost.
She steps closer, drawing in behind the majority of the crowd, yet close enough to capture his words in her delicate ears. She closes her eyes and sighs, the answer is immediately apparent to her, but she knew it would be an impossible wish to grant, even for the Gods.
"I would wish my family safe, wherever they are," her voice is quiet, probably not audible over the rambling words of those around her. "And happy."
""
YOU ARE THE BLUEST LIGHT.
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.
