Shattered Glass [Nasreen]

[OPEN] Shattered Glass [Nasreen]

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

Adoptable

07-06-2014, 05:00 PM

Did you say something wrong?! The creature seems to be expanding, swelling into a bigger and bigger cloud of mist, towering over you. The stag is truly a giant, reaching up into the sky. You are reminded of a stormcloud come to life; in fact, all this mist gives you the strangest sensation of being somewhere high in the sky, though your hooves are planted firmly on the ground. What is it? Again, it exhales a flurry of fog, and this time, you feel a snowflake land on your nose. Briefly, your eyes cross in disbelief, confirming that the tiny crystal really is ice. Snow in the middle of summer? The beast is surely a storm incarnate. Grey eyes widen, and instinctively, you take a step back, ready to flee.

But all of a sudden, the mist begins to thin. Is…is it retreating? It’s speaking again, but just as before, the words are all just a jumble of sounds. Ess? Eeelpa? Whatever it’s trying to tell you is unfortunately lost in translation. The fog swirls in ever quickening flurries across the forest floor, like a wave returning to the sea. Perhaps in this case, you muse, it’s returning to some great ocean of mist somewhere far away. Any second now you expect it to rise up and join the clouds above. You wish it well, but you make no move to see it off. You aren’t naturally inclined to follow anything with such unclear intentions, especially when-- “’Oooommmme.” Your breath catches in your throat. Though you may not have understood anything else this mysterious beast has been trying to tell you, the last syllable lingers in the air between you, clear as day: home.

For you, home only means one thing: a familiar palace, brightly colored godswoods, the hustle and bustle of provincial towns on festival days, and the majesty of the capital. It means family and faded memories, ancient songs and your favorite stories, everything the way it used to be. Home means Th’orqui. Can this spirit take you there? You turn excitedly to Kahlua, but she is already stepping forward. As she passes, a wave of newfound confidence and hope washes over you, and as if by magic, you feel your spirits lift and your heart stir. “Come on, my friend,” she calls, but you are already moving to her side, trotting into the mist. “I’m here Kahlua,” you reply, unable to keep the excitement out of your voice. “Let’s go home.”

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