The cremello painted mare had never been here before; probably since she had always been flying. This was a strange cave, something seemed to crackle just a head and she was being drawn to it. She had been wondering around outside until some force had seemed to seize her hear drawing her into the cool damp cave. The light was slowly fading making it harder and harder to see, 'That's easy enough to fix.' She thought to herself carefully extending her wings till the feathers lightly brushed the wall. She could now hear and feel the curves of the wall and followed it.

There seemed to be a strange humming sound like humming bird wings further down the tunnel and it was making her heart thunder like pounding hooves. As she neared the source she knew she had to reach it had to see, maybe even touch whatever it was. She started to quicken her pace, her hooves slipping on the damp ground; she hardly even noticed. Her ears were starting to hurt, as well as her still tender body. She felt like she was going insane like there were a hundred thousand fire ants crawling on her skin and even in her body latching onto her bones

She stumbled slightly scraping her right knee on a stalagmite as it jabbed at the damp air. Her mind was so consumed by the sound and the feeling that a the unicorn bitch could have burst from the shadows and she wouldn't have even flinched. She was getting closer and the humming turned to a million angry wasps attacking her ears buzzing in her brain trying to drive her mad with their venom. She was all but cantering now banging into the walls, at least she had enough scene to pull her wings to her slender frame.

She burst into a small room her sides heaving her eyes transfixed on the source of the noise. The noise, were had the sound gone? Why did she feel limp, like a newborn foal again. Somewhere in her mind her ears and nostrils picked up presence of others, but she was to into the shinning orb. She stood shaking lightly with her longing for the ball of lightning. She feared yet loved and longed for the electric blue sphere hovering like a god before her.

Walking "Talking"’Thinking’
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OOC:; Fire x Time :: Blue fire ability to rub her hooves together and make a blue spark, later can summon a blue flame
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