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07-26-2012, 10:24 AM
The Foothills were beautiful, there was no doubt about that, but it was not home. Home was in Isilme in the Woodlands that had sheltered her for many months. Blinded her from the sight of war as the equines and unicorns fought over the Tides, and blinded her from the sight of the original's foals as they destroyed everything. Home was where the Tome Guardian was, sitting in his castle as he waited for the next greedy mortal to come demanding magic of him. She missed the old ghost, as strange as it might seem to any who had visited him seeking magic. She had never gone to him wanting anything. She had only visited to meet him and once again to bring him a gift of apples since he seemed so bound to the ruins he'd lived in. He'd given her a gift, then. The gift of tree bending. A gift she'd lost in her mad dash from Isilme. Standing in the shadows of the trees in the deep woods, Evangeline felt the most at home. It was not the same as the Woodlands. There was no giant hollowed out tree to sleep in and call home, but it was close enough. Tallis seemed to share her sentiment as he flew carefully between the trees, chirruping sadly. If she were home she'd probably be making this walk with Roanne, discussing strategy and diplomacy. The two of them had differed in every way possible. He had angered her terribly close to the end, but she still loved him dearly. She still missed him. It was disheartening, not seeing him in Helovia. The copper mare sighed and looked up at Tallis as he curved around a tree and flew back to her. He landed on her back carefully, only gripping her hide with his claws for a few seconds. "I miss home, Tallis." She told the dragon. "Home." He echoed her sadly. |
