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07-18-2012, 10:18 PM
The mare nodded gently to the words the youthful one spoke, she was a patient creature, capable of waiting a lifetime if needed to gain knowledge that was initially hidden from her. She didn’t mind that the belle wanted to keep whatever it was she was fleeing a secret, but at least made it known that she would be willing to listen, if the femme ever did wish to communicate her past. “Everyone runs, sometimes it’s a matter of survival.” The mare spoke, hinting that she knew of running away from one’s past – though Mirage never ran away from her makers, as such. She fled the destruction of Isilme, but she did not run in the sense that she longed to forget it, rather if she had stayed, she feared she would have lost not only her life but Akaith’s as well. “If you are ever struck with the need, my ears are always willing to hear anything you feel like speaking about.” Dipping her maw to the water’s edge, that they had just reached, she allowed the cool liquid to refresh her, and silently encouraged the roan one to follow suit. Akaith leapt over Mirage’s bowed tiara, her reptilian bodice swallowed up by the stream swiftly. “In a way, the heat is an aspect of Helovia… holy creatures rule here, each having played their part in crafting these lands. The Gods of the Earth and Sun, and the Goddess of the Moon. The Sun Lord is angered, the drought reflects this.” Mirage didn’t know many more details to give, only that she had a vague idea for the reason of the Sun’s anger. But that was unnecessary right now. The golden dragon stuck her head out of the stream, even the dragon finding the weather almost too hot and enjoyed getting her scales wet. A playful chirp sounded from her maw as Mirage nudged her gently with her dark muzzle, not minding the spray of water that resulted from the dragon’s wings moving about the water. “As I said before, Helovia is vast, Kiara. I would be happy to help you find your feet, if you like.” |
