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07-17-2012, 12:01 AM
Soft, feathered brown wings dip downward to the field below, tired of the hot air that encases them like a cage. The thistle below, dried and yellow, also appeared tired of the heat which clung to Helovia like a plague. Where could you go to escape the jealous rage of the Sun God? There was no safe haven within the land, especially not at home, in Onni's beloved desert. When soft thuds announce Onni's arrival to the pair of equines standing a few paces off, the tobiano gets a strange feeling of tension. Before her eyes even land upon the dark bodies of her new company, the pegasus already senses them in the back. Turning slowly, a pale face looks first toward the small boy, his body tense, and then to the crescent bedecked mare with a shining silver mane. They were an interesting pair. The colt was obviously in some sort of distress, but looking at them now, who were silent, it was hard to determine what the cause of the weird energy. Taking a few delicate steps forward, blonde and white threads of hair whipping from a blissful breeze that graced the trio, Onni proffers a smile to both the black colt and the mare. "Hello," she says, her voice calm and light, much like the small gust of wind that had just passed through by the stream. "I am Onni." It was only polite to give your name when meeting others, right? She certainly hoped so. "" |
