Listen (Light/Fire Drop)

[DROP] Listen (Light/Fire Drop)

Sheba Posts: 114

Outcast atk: 7 | def: 10 | dam: 3

Mare :: Unicorn :: 15 hh :: 13 :: Frostfall HP: 61 | Buff: NOVICE

Minou :: Ocelot :: Sing Shady

06-27-2014, 04:09 AM (This post was last modified: 06-27-2014, 04:10 AM by Sheba.)

It seems as if you’re starting to get the hang of this navigation thing. Again, you have stumbled across a familiar place: this time, it is the caves where you met that fiery mare and her scaly reptile creature. You will not enter the cavern just yet; that adventure is for tomorrow— though the lava bubbles far beneath you, it is still night, and you are loathe to go from the dimly-lighted darkness outside to the pitch black within the caves. However, you still remember the gleam of crystal in that hidden cavern, and since you are here, you might as well see if you can gather some in the morning. You just know that it will look beautiful in your mane.

Under the light of the stars and above the glow of the eternal fires, you creep along the rocky ledge, hugging the wall, searching for a better place to doze until sunrise. You can feel the heat of the volcanic sludge rising from below, and though the night is unusually cool for Tallsun, you still feel uncomfortably hot. You refuse to even peer over the ledge to view the lava in all of its molten glory; you’re not going to mess with any volcano, however dormant it may be. The sooner you’re through this pass, the better.

By some cruel trick of nature, it is at that moment that there is a muffled roar from the pool of fire, and a bubble of lava far below pops and splatters. Startled, you bolt, and your panicky flight takes you right into the cave…where you are greeted by a waterfall of lava. Eyes wide, your flinty hooves scrabble on the rocky floor as you whirl away from the fire, not realizing that it is behind a crystalline wall and that you won’t be burned to a crisp. Heart in your throat, you shuffle into the darkness beyond, scurrying away from the light as fast as your hooves can carry you. It is only when you have rounded the corner and are safely in the cool darkness of a vast cavern that your breathing slows and the anger and shame at your skittishness begin to seep in. But you don’t have time to dwell on your cowardice for long: a flicker of light dances somewhere in the shadows, catching the corner of your eye. You twitch instinctively, but soon realize that it is not fire…in fact, it is something entirely different. Creeping closer, you round another corner, and breathtaking beauty bombards your eyes.

It is a pool, and though it is not the crystal you had hoped for, it is still magnificent. A kaleidoscope of colors, shining from gods know where, shimmers on the walls and pools onto your white coat. You pause briefly to admire yourself—though you wouldn’t go for this chaotic splash of colors for an everyday look, they suit you well. Looking up again, you notice that there are others in this cave, but as none of them seem particularly dangerous, interesting, or familiar, you ignore them and walk towards the pool.

Cautious creature that you are, you are not one to go sticking your nose in strange places. But the mirror-like surface of the water fascinates you, and inexplicably, it seems to be practically calling you to the edge. Besides, you are never one to turn down a glimpse of your own gorgeous reflection. So you approach the water, greedily lowering your head in anticipation of seeing your ivory coat splashed in watercolor fashion with the dancing reds and blues and purples of the magical lighting.

What you see, however, is not your own face—at least, not your own face in the here and now. In the water is reflected a flash of black and white feathers, followed by what you assume must be a bird’s eye view of yourself. You can’t help but admire your perky little rump in the vision, though it soon becomes clear that in this dreamlike sequence, your pretty face is not the main focus. As if through a mist, or as if arriving from a place far, far away, others fade into the scene in the water. From their body language, you can tell that they are angry, and though you know that it is not real, your brow knits in concern for your shadowy reflection. You’d rather not see any version of yourself mauled to dea--wait, is this the future?! Your eyes widen in panic, and you peer closer. Is there any escape route for future Sheba? But what you see surprises you: you watch as dream-you’s lips begin to move. It seems you are talking to them…and the more you speak, the more relaxed they seem. What are you saying? Incredibly, the angry strangers reflected in the pool now appear completely docile—some are even lowering their heads in respect. Just when you think that they’re going to trot off and bring future-you some delicious jewelry, a ripple distorts the image and it is lost. Your nose, wet from where it dipped into the pool, jerks skywards, and you curse yourself. You were so absorbed that you looked too closely, and you ruined the picture. Frantically, you peer back into the water, but the images are gone. Only the beautiful reflection of your face stares back at you, and for once, it does not satisfy you to gaze upon it.

OOC: Sheba desires [Magic: Dark x Light | Can alter the tone of her voice in a way that makes others trust and believe what she says - the more she speaks, the more they fall under her spell | Restrictions: would require player permission to use], as found on her wishlist (http://helovia.net/showthread.php?tid=12849). She has never been denied magic, but she has been denied a non-specific quest here (http://helovia.net/showthread.php?tid=13373)*.

* don’t know if this counts, but better safe than sorry c;