A creature of blue

the Rift

[DROP] A creature of blue

Nasreen Posts: 160

Up For Adoption

Mare :: Pegasus :: 15.1 hh :: 6 (Orangemoon)

Adoptable

#11

06-24-2014, 06:43 PM (This post was last modified: 06-24-2014, 06:45 PM by Nasreen.)

You haven’t wandered this far south in a long time. If you had lived here longer, you would have been hopelessly lost for the past few hours, but since you’re still new to Helovia, it is all the same to you. You haven’t seen enough of this place to remember your comings and goings; apart from the World’s Edge, which you have flown over several times, so it is either mere coincidence or sheer dumb luck that leads you to the same place twice. Today is no exception. Purely by accident, you find yourself on a rocky point. It looks familiar, but you can’t quite place it. Eyeing your surroundings, you try to remember, but your belly is pumped full of adrenaline, making the task rather difficult. You don’t know why, but ever since the point came in sight, your gut has been sending you mixed signals: first fear, then joy, then a feeling that something positively electric was in the air, much like the heavy tug of the air on your wings when you’re flying just before a storm. It is all so unsettling, and you don’t know quite what to make of it. Many times now, you have told yourself that you will go back, but natural curiosity combines with the inexplicable tug on your soul drawing you onwards, leading you straight across the rocks and right to a large group that has congregated on the far edge of the volcanic island. All of their backs are to you, and they seem to be staring at something just out of your sight. Weird.

For a moment you hesitate, remembering all of Amaya’s warnings that too much curiosity could kill a filly. But looking at the group more closely, you realize that the filly from the meadow is there…and so is Kahlua! With a happy nicker, you trot forward to stand beside your friend. You reach over to touch her withers lighting in greeting, intending to ask her what all the fuss is abou--oh. A form, so firey blue that you feel your retinas sizzling just by glancing at her, stands in the ocean of lava. Suddenly, it all comes flooding back to you: this is the place where you saw a god, and here you are again, no doubt seeing another?! How have you been so blessed? You bow deeply, too awestruck to utter any proper greeting.

EDIT: oops, forgot to put what she'd like! If given the chance, Nasreen would like a Common Zephyr (Roc). She has never been denied a companion; here is her wishlist: http://helovia.net/showthread.php?tid=12427