Mirror Problems [Open]

Mirror Problems [Open]

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Mare :: Unicorn :: 16.1 :: 4 Buff: NOVICE

Bluey

01-19-2013, 10:42 AM

l a r k s p u r
Loose ends, they tangle down and then take flight.

Larkspur had been grazing, enjoying the warmth of the sun permeating the frigid Aurora Basin terrain around her, soaking into her skin and sending lazy thrills of contentment rolling slowly through her veins. Not too far away the hot spring bubbled, crystal clear glass of the water reflecting the day around it. The steady beat of her heart echoes in her ears, a persistent rhythm that is always there, and always in tune given any situation. Each day leads to a different symphony, but at the moment Larkspur fancies that she could lay down in the soft Birdsong grass and sleep right there, content to loll in the warmth of the midday rays like a lioness basking in a Savannah sun. She would have too, if it were not for the flurry and commotion of the dark gray unicorn that went crashing by from the direction of the spring. Larkspur threw her head up, gold eyes wide, surprised at the site of the dashing stallion. He’s matted, dreadlocked tail flagged out behind him, his oddly spiraled horn atop his head raised in what seemed like panic. She turned to watch him go, headed for the caves in the mountainside, and it was then that curiosity struck the young warrior.

All thoughts of taking a nap had been set aside, and the midnight colored mare began to a steady jog, following the tracks of the unicorn that had seemed to flee in terror as he went by. Obsidian locks of hair fall haphazardly across her eyes, the slope of her refined face, as she picks her way up into the threshold of the caves, the echoing sound of voices on the air. Uncertain of what is going on, the mare comes to a stop outside a larger cave mouth, aureate eyes peering inward into the gloom, and slowly she realizes what she has stumbled upon.

The Haruspex, and his mighty mirror. Larkspur lingers on the edges of the small crowd that has gathered, the unicorn that had ran past her so quickly, the small child who’s inquiries lace through the air in youthful innocence, and then of course the white stallion whom she had never met, but heard of amongst the whisperings of the Basin- Myrddin. The Haruspex was knelt down before the mirror, and Larkspur laid eyes on the deep fissure that had distorted the middle, leaving a gaping, endless hole where she assumed a once smooth surface had existed. Before she can stop herself, something draws her closer to the calamity, and silently she slinks into the cave, coming to stand beside the stallion who had lead her there, glancing at the child as well.

"What has happened?”