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02-02-2014, 10:48 PM
I am confused. My mind cannot seem to make up its mind about which world it would like to inhabit, and I feel a bit uncomfortable entering into conversation with someone when I'm not really sure if I'm speaking out loud or in whatever mental limbo accompanies the spirit world. I swallow, hard, and close my eyes; with a great mental tug I am able to find the source of my magic (or what I perceive to be the source of my magic) and guide it into line. When my bi-colored eyes land on the mare before me again, I am no longer seeing double. The spirit world has returned to its own plane of existence (or I have returned to mine) and that is that. Somehow, despite the recent trials of my life, I find myself approaching its problems in a different light with a new clarity. The change is refreshing, and I find that I can relax, if only slightly, as a result. I take a harder look at the mare now, taking note of the things that I had not seen in the last few moments. She is a lovely dapple grey, which I knew even from the scant light in the glowing room, but now I noticed a patch of color along her belly. It almost looked like flames licking up her sides, but it did not move. An odd marking, though of course I have seen stranger things since I have arrived in Helovia. Where I come from, abnormal colors would be frowned upon. Luckily, I am not as close-minded. The last thing I notice is the horn protruding from her brow, and though it makes me wary, what with my history with unicorns, I do not feel threatened by the mare. She seems to be happy-go-lucky. I wonder if she carries any baggage, as I do. I decide that it isn't any of my business, anyway. "I didn't really expect to run into anyone, myself. It's lovely to meet you, Cashmere. My name is Sohalia." I offer her a kind smile. "Have you been in the caves long?" "Talk talk talk." |
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