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Solving the Rubix Cube | Quilyan, Open

Rowan Posts: 76
Deceased
Mare :: Equine :: 14.1hh :: 3 Years 4 Months
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Ah yes, Endless Blue. Rowan remembered it quite well. The strange stallions that had flanked her on these beaches, one of a cold and mysterious variety with a dog wound tighter than a spring. The other, a kind but strange sandy colored man. He had been like pure water from above, but when pressure made his visage ripple something strangled and dark appeared briefly. Rowan didn't understand Sandman. She hadn't seen him since that evening and hadn't cared enough to search for him. Something told her to stay away. 

So why did she come back? Back to these melting beaches, thawing from the ice of Frostfall. To the roiling waters she had leapt into with hard eyes of the same color. Pain was nothing when you could focus your mind to block every sense of it. Cocoa hooves brushed through the soft sands, curly blonde make falling over one lean shoulder. She may be small but she wasn't thin or weak. Golden white strands, nearly platinum, twirled within the light blonde of her tail. Her plume swaying behind her as she angled directly towards the icy embrace of the ocean once again. Today however was not a day for swimming. Sad as it was. 

When sand turned hard and wet, leaving perfect imprints of her hooves, Rowan turned parallel to the waves. As it ebbed and flowed the waters splashed around her ankles. In return she threw herself into an easy canter, letting the light wind whip her hair into a frenzy as she threw the water around her into little sprays of white. Letting her gaze remain where it was, sinking far back into memory. To a different time and place. Now where was she? Ah yes. Cassiopeia's words. First, she had to know herself. 

So Rowan, tell me. Who exactly are you? That was the question a cynical, almost daring voice posed to her as she allowed herself to disappear into her mind.  When had she changed? Where along the line had Feyther planted herself into her own body? Rowan had discovered a few things already on these daily runs along the beach. Deep inside she was still the witty, boyish girl she had always been. Enjoying playfully sarcastic banter, refusing to allow her gender or height to be used against her. But she also liked some of the changes. She was still shy, inquisitive, calm to a certain point. 

Frustrated suddenly by today's thoughts not advancing she slammed her hooves into the sand. Creating deep trails where she dug herself into the ground. Whipping her tail and sighing harshly before turning and wading into the waters. Perhaps today would be better off used as a relaxer. Not delving too deep into her mind. Ice filled her veins as she continued to her knees, glittering flaxen banner drifting on the waves that tugged at it insistently. 

For one day, she didn't want to think. 




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Solving the Rubix Cube | Quilyan, Open - by Rowan - 12-19-2012, 03:18 PM

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