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10-03-2016, 10:39 PM
Her first reunion within Helovia's borders hadn't been one she was expecting.
In truth, the woman wasn't sure what she had expected to emerge from the foliage and thick tangle of vines within that endless forest, but a familiar face had been a slight shock. Despite all that, though, it had been a pleasant enough meeting, the sands-claimed stallion had at least learned enough from his new title and herd to keep his beastly side under wraps. A small smile toyed with the edges of the mare's lips as she wondered at what might make that beast show it's hand once more.
With a sigh that felt more like a prayer, Orithia found that her steps had lead her to the ocean - as they seemed to do increasingly in the last few weeks. The smile across her face grew wistful and her gaze distant as she wondered at that Daughter of Spring and her gentle Goddess, at the future that she had spread before Orithia like a map, at the beauty of those eyes and those lips and how the three syllables of her name had been like a drink to the thirsty.
Cerridwen had seenher lay bare, seen the heart flayed and shattered upon it's own barbs and offered only council and acceptance - had taught the mare that the only home there was, the only home that mattered could be found in oneself. She had taught Orithia to love herself shamelessly and without apology, to accept the prickly thorns and soft petals for what they were; to feel secure in her judgment of her own self and not look for approval or appreciation at the behest of others.
For that, the winged woman owed Spring's Daughter all of her life and all of her love.
A chuckle sprang from blushed lips and pastel eyes sparkled with the memory of joy - strange to think that love only found her when she had stopped searching for it.
In truth, the woman wasn't sure what she had expected to emerge from the foliage and thick tangle of vines within that endless forest, but a familiar face had been a slight shock. Despite all that, though, it had been a pleasant enough meeting, the sands-claimed stallion had at least learned enough from his new title and herd to keep his beastly side under wraps. A small smile toyed with the edges of the mare's lips as she wondered at what might make that beast show it's hand once more.
With a sigh that felt more like a prayer, Orithia found that her steps had lead her to the ocean - as they seemed to do increasingly in the last few weeks. The smile across her face grew wistful and her gaze distant as she wondered at that Daughter of Spring and her gentle Goddess, at the future that she had spread before Orithia like a map, at the beauty of those eyes and those lips and how the three syllables of her name had been like a drink to the thirsty.
Cerridwen had seenher lay bare, seen the heart flayed and shattered upon it's own barbs and offered only council and acceptance - had taught the mare that the only home there was, the only home that mattered could be found in oneself. She had taught Orithia to love herself shamelessly and without apology, to accept the prickly thorns and soft petals for what they were; to feel secure in her judgment of her own self and not look for approval or appreciation at the behest of others.
For that, the winged woman owed Spring's Daughter all of her life and all of her love.
A chuckle sprang from blushed lips and pastel eyes sparkled with the memory of joy - strange to think that love only found her when she had stopped searching for it.
@Graasvoel or @Tembovu OR MAYBE EVEN @Rexanna
WHOEVER MAYBE EVEN ALL OF THEM IDC
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Honestly, kick her ass at any time. Seriously.
Any and all aggressive and non-aggressive contact permitted.
Please no permanent injury or death. We'll get to that part at some point.
xoxo
