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07-23-2012, 12:06 AM
As strong as the Foothills were, and as welcome Mirage knew herself to be there, she knew that path was right for some, but not for her. Ambition had changed the mare, as well as others placing their faith in her, she could not lead her beloved Qian and feel like she was borrowing land, she could not challenge one whom she considered a friend for the throne of the land – there was little she could do, without knowing the full repercussions of her actions. This blasted drought was evidence enough of that – Mirage would seek counsel, once again, from the powers above, to ensure her desired path would not end up in ruining the world for everyone else. But who knew how long it would take for such things to come to pass, surely this dreaded TallSun had gone on long enough – hadn’t the Gods of Earth and Moon said it would come to pass? It didn’t feel like it right now. But the Foothills had been spared, their water source was secure, their leaders strong and fair – yes, if there was anywhere Mirage wanted those of her kin to stay, it would likely be with them. Then again, the lands of the Throat were comfortable enough when they weren’t being roasted in this drought. Mirage’s parents and brothers had lived in a desert before, a land that was once a forest, that collapsed from a harsh fire – years later the forest had regrown, and Mirage had aided them then. Thinking about homes made her restless – it was good that Aylin inspired such energetic actions within her, she could expend these restless feelings in positive ways such as play, instead of brooding on them, and allowing the ideas to turn rotten within her. A playful nicker laughed from her maw, as with ease she followed the little cherubic fae, Akaith taking to the skies to perform aerodynamic motions with the orange Tallis. Throwing her elegant tiara about, the mare entered a long, extended trot after the filly, her athletic build amplified by the movement. Chiselled tiara leaned down low as she tried to tug upon the flicka’s tail, but she was wary to dodge any overly playful kicks the moonlit belle might throw in. |
