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The mare had been accepted. And she had more then she had hoped for. Storyteller. Irrydae had been accepted as someone of importance of the herd. She had waited and she had been awarded storyteller. Maybe it was luck. With a slight roll of her shoulders, she shrugged and pressed her mouth into a firm line. She was already away from her herd, she wasn't exactly sure for what. Recruiting, maybe? She had a duty to fill now and she wanted to be helpful to the Foothills. She whisks her tail against her rump, she starts forward again, the light of the moon filtering and casting a silvery glow upon her pelt that could be the night itself. Aurora Borealis streamed from her wings and swirled around her, almost as if protectively. Her coat gleamed as she moved forward, dark gold hooves striking the ground as she glides forward. She pushes her wings out and gains speed, leaping and pushing powerfully off the ground, wings taking air as she floats in the sky, the insane idea of flight real for Irry. Her wings are outstretched, tips ruffling in the light wind as she soars merely 10 feet from the ground. Her ivory and purple tresses are being pulled back by the fingers of wind, cold air sliding over her.

A shiver emanates from the mare as she raises higher and higher off the ground, a smile adorning her lips. The Northern Lights shimmer behind her as she flies, leaving a trail of artificial light. It is only then that she notices the sky that flashes and lights up completely, blinding her for a second as she wavers in flight. The shock of the lightning bolt then follows, closer then she expected. She dives to the right, before straightening herself out, heart pounding. That was unusual. She angles her wings so she dives down, hooves landing upon the lush green and purple meadow, the flowers brushing her shins. She tucks her wings in, eyes curiously peering to see three figures already in the meadow. Another pegasus and two unicorns. As she walks closer, she realizes one is not just a unicorn. "Spark." She says quietly, respectfully with a bow of her head. She does not know the other two that also stand there with her, but she realizes that she is standing before a God. She is more than honored to meet the God of Time himself- her wide gold orbs are curious and excited, a small smile filing her face and sides rising sharply from the adrenaline that ran through her veins.

[ ooc ; irrydae has been refused twice, both in drops. Lost in the Mist && What is lost in the frost. ]