"Amaris!"

She saw her cousin before any of the others, before the stallions or the mares or even the sun. She had come with Natraj on legs of liquid gold, floating over hill and vale and laughing as she went, a child with childlike whimsy, free for air and fire to kiss and burn. The pull of magic resounded strongly against her mind, a beautiful and succulent thing drawing her ever closer to its source; she had followed it up the winding trail and here, to the top of the world and the base of the sky. There were secrets that she yearned to uncover, buried mysteries in a land she had not visited- they were everywhere, really, but the mountain had called to her in an unexpected way, and she had no choice but to pursue the call.

Now she knows that the call was that of her cousin.

Silver gold braids bounce a vibrant rhythm, marking the beat of unsteady steps; she is a dancer in the flame of the sun, and she is learning to shift her legs in rhythm to the coursing of blood in and out of her heart. The grass feels softer beneath her hooves, the sun is brighter upon her hide; Amaris is the whisper of home and happiness, the treasured friend she missed more than she knew. Her cousin had not followed them home when their uncle called, instead leaving to explore the wilds, find her feet. The fire dancer thought she did not mind. While Tandavi had been oblivious to the idea of loneliness for all her life, seeing Amaris with her draconic friends pulls at a hollow string she did not know was there. Is this what Hototo feels? she asks Natraj, but the Kitsune is already gone to meet their cousin, bounding joyously through grass as tall as he.

It is only when the girl is a length from her kin that the existance of others marks its true registration, and she finds herself in the presence of the Sun.

Tandavi has never met a god, and does not know that reverence is required. The others bow, or spew their praise, but not the filly- with wide, solemn eyes she stares at the Lord, curious and unabashed, a thirsty traveler drinking in the strange sight. Her mother told a story, that gold comes from a vengeful sun, the product of fire and inconsolable wrath. Is this the flame that stained her mother with nebulae and stardust, passed on so brilliantly to the copper child? Natraj flicks his tail and fire appears- is this, too, the golden beast's doing? Worship is beyond the filly's grasp, but she knows that He is worthy of something more, some respect and fascination that she is happy to give. After all, she is the daughter of flame and shadow; the sun is her father as much as anyone else.

She clings to her cousin with a fierce possessiveness and ignores all others, content to believe in their world of three - dragon daughter, fire child, and Lord of Light all come together to celebrate the vibrance of a dreary world.

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8/1/13 [Magic: Dark x Light (u) | Able to retain every magic she has used, but can only use one at a time]

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