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01-23-2014, 07:39 PM
I am broken, and I don't necessarily mean that in the mental sense of the word, though one could argue for that, too. But what I mean is that somehow, I seem to have broken my oldest magic. As I walk away from the Sunken Falls and the thunder of the water fades from my ears, the world around me seems to blur. I walk a few steps in the cold, greyscale world-between-worlds where I met with Rowan only yesterday, and then I am plunged back into the warm, colorful reality in which I belong. I frown, for such a thing is not common. In fact, until Rowan had called to me, I had not used my spirit-magic since Diniel's death. Another step, and I am plunged into death again - but not my death. No, my power is to traverse the worlds, to bridge the distance between death and life. Some do not believe in an afterlife, but I have proven that it exists. I step through the veil between reality and myth. I shake my head violently, sending silken, tangled hair spiraling through the air to settle against my withers. My forelock flops gracefully over my right eye, perhaps hiding the bi-chromatic nature of my large, feminine orbs. "Hello...?" a soft voice echoes through the cave, and I am startled from my post-magic daze by the sight of a young unicorn rolling among the mushrooms. Well, not that young, I suppose - she is built like me, though she is taller, but the darker grey on areas of her pelt gives away that she is younger than I. Of course, I paled at an early age, so that may not be saying much. "Um... hello," I respond to her drifting query, though I'm not entirely sure she expects a response. "Talk talk talk." |
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