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08-15-2014, 05:17 PM
AITHNIEL Aithniel had had enough of that mean, chunky bitch (yes, she had overheard that word and she was referring to Roskuld), and meandered her way through the fields. Much to her surprise, she saw Rikyn's father there, the big, scary black one, and another white mare. A host of others joined along too, and they all had horns. She felt at home, even though her wings were growing bigger and harder to hide. The fire child trotted up inside of a box made of white lines and listened to a turtle speak. Turtle. Was this the same turtle Rikyn had spoken about earlier? The turtle Torleik had confirmed? Wow... Absently, Aithniel wondered if he had any eggs laying about, but she highly doubted that. With a sigh, the filly looked up at the mountain and hummed to herself thoughtfully. Well, she was the smallest, so she would have an advantage. But then, she shrank! And her legs got squattier and her wings disappeared entirely. As she looked around, she realized that they had all turned into goats! Aithniel laughed in amusement, jumping around on four, small legs and bleating in humor. Everyone looked just so funny! The race started moments later, and she ran off after the group, jumping up the side of the mountain and going through a first ring. She clicked her heels together too, starting a spark of fire and hoping to catch someone. [[Aithniel starts a fire with her hooves]] "Talking" |
But burn down our home
I won't leave alive
Please tag me in everything!
