The trip was long, and her belly rumbled hungrily as Azale had not tasted the warm milk of her mother for two days now. She had tried to nibble at the brown grasses her mother and brother ate, but they seemed to do nothing to ease her hunger. As she reached the rocky land bridge, the young pegasus tucked the wings she had yet to learn how to use in tight for fear the wind would pick her up and carry her away. She came seeking the Goddess of her home, the Goddess of the Moon. Softly the little filly called out "Miss Goddess of the Moon, please hear me. I need to ask you something" She closed her orange eyes, praying that she was answered. If not it would be a lonely and cold walk home.
OOC: Azale is asking to quest for magic - PYROCHLASMA :: WindxFire :: Ability to release a wave of fast superheated air that burns body and lungs.