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| Mare :: Equine :: 14.3hh :: four years |
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Rathunax :: Common Red Dragon :: Shock Breath
cailyn |
I know your wavering heart, intimately</style>
It isn't any special intervention or celestial presence that drew her to the Grove that night, merely a need for peace, a place to think. Loneliness had stopped being a problem for the petite fae, as she had nothing to miss anymore. Those she had loved had all but disappeared from her life, but she didn't mind so much anymore. With nobody left at her side, or to miss her, she had nobody who could let her down or hurt her. It didn't keep her kindness at bay, she was too gentle to feel any differently, but at times she was grateful for it. Nayati had sought out the Grove because she had heard of the at times enchanting qualities it held, the peaceful and calming atmosphere, and she desired it. Spotted robe glittered in the passing shafts of liquid silver moonlight, illuminating the pale snow of her skin and the cinnamon of her freckled blemishes. Rubies gazed into the distance tranquilly, careful not to step upon her tresses, though by then it had become second nature. Little trinkets from her encounter with the kindly, mysterious fairies chimed harmoniously and brought a serene smile to her youthful features. Behind her, an endless trail of brightly colored blossoms sprouted up like a trail of glittering dust leading the way to where she stood.
Of course her peaceful evening would not be happening, for when she arrived and looked into the light of the huge moon shimmering on the water, there was a large crowd gathered around the pond. And what did they all stand around, but an orb, the same kind she had attempted to help rescue not long ago? Or maybe it had been long ago, time didn't seem to work the same for her as it did for others. How many seasons had passed, again? With nobody but yourself, it was hard to measure the passing of days.
Nayati hung on the outskirts, watching quietly, hearing their words croon to each other from the distances separating each. Finally she moved forth, her own quiet vocals calling out to the three in the water. "If we all move without first communicating, that terrible ending shall come, yes? We must work together," she supplied, though she remembered how everyone had disregarded her attempts at help when those two annoying birds had been the ones protecting the last egg she'd encountered.
Stepping forward to the edge of the pond, she dipped her legs in just to the point where her long banner was floating atop the water, and her flowers followed her, turning to water lilies and hyacinths in order to keep their promise of following her as they had sworn when the Earth Lord had gifted her with their presence. "Perhaps I can help, my flowers can thicken if I stand still for any amount of time, they can act as a pillow if the egg really does fall? And I can maybe create a path, a channel, for the egg to follow if it is dragged and aided to shore?" This time her voice is a touch more hesitant, because she can only think of the condescending sneers and hatred she'd faced last time she had tried to help protect an egg from the Gods.
Though she was definitely interest in the people involved, too, especially the one with the endless locks just as long as her own.
Denied 1
Denied 2
Not sure if that one works, since I went on emergency absent ._.
Wishlist
Nayati seeks a [Companion: Common Dragon | Frost] preferably a Red <3
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the rose shadows said that they loved the sun, but they also loved the dark,
where their roots grew through the lightless mystery of the earth. the roses said: you do not have to choose.
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