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Helovia Info
Helovia opened in February 2012! We are an active fantasy equine RPG
Where once the world narrowed into naught but gray dust and desolation, the gods called for life. Wielding the elements of fire and light, dark and wind, earth and water, spark and time, they have created Helovia. The realm is set within the mythical globe of Loorien, a planet rich with all variety of creatures and blessed with all manner of magic. Originally populated by nomadic, tribal characters, they've since grown into massive empires saturated with culture and history. Separated into four distinct segments of Helovia, called "The Regions," each band of horse strong enough and capable enough, took up the power and responsibility of leadership. Unicorns, old, wise and mysterious, took to the north, hidden in forests of mists and shadows and rarely making themselves known beyond their cliffs of the World's Edge. Equines, vast, organized and militaristic, split into two, one group went north to the Windtossed Foothills and the other group went south to the Dragon's Throat. Pegasus remained nomadic, making their homes in various parts of The Wilds in a migratory manner. For many generations, the land was peaceful and calm, but peace was never the way of the gods. With a clash of argument, war and bloodshed massacred Helovia, and in the aftermath, the realm was eerily quiet. Now, as newcomers sweep into this land, they are met with the lingering bitterness of the gods and the struggle to reclaim what was lost. Nothing remains safe or certain while sorcerers and soldiers alike brood and bide their time for revenge, honor and glory.
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Kaos :: The Beginning of the End ☼ - 6/2017 - Kaos placed Helovia in a time-bubble for a short period of time, but the Helovian gods are fighting back. But Kaos is powerful- far more powerful than anyone thought. This may be the beginning of the end of Helovia as we know it.
Kisamoa :: A New Kind of Kaos ☼ - 3/2017 - Kisamoa asks Helovians to help him restore the Spectral Marsh. Which side will you choose?
Invasions :: All Out War ☼ - 5/2/16 - New layout and the brand new invasion rules are up! Thank you for your patience and we look forward to getting started with this new adventure.
The Rift :: Gods Do Die ☼ - 8/2015 - Helovia Gods are saving the Rift from corrupt gods! Can Helovians band together against these foreign deities?
The Literal Ship ☼ - 2/8/15 - Oh no! You have to pair up for Valentine's day!
Sky Island :: Murder ☼ - 10/25/14 - Vesta has been found dead on the island, and the gods have called to you to solve the murder!
Sky Island :: Peace ☼ - 7/7/14 - An island has appeared in the sky! Clouds carry Helovians from the Veins to the sky.
Restoration :: We Welcome the Dawn ☼ - 9/21/13 - The sun has finally risen on this day, giving the land new light, but the Time God and the Sun God have yet to be seen.
Endless Night :: Broken Magic Plot ☼ - 8/30/13 - The earth god has returned and is walking across Helovia to heal the land. Every area can now be considered lush and prosperous, but the sun has still not risen.
☼ - 7/19/13 - The moon has risen in the sky, heralding the return of the Goddess of the moon. Lamp trees which light the paths have grown brighter, moon flowers which grow in dark places have begun to grow and prosper and the world is brighter, filled with a new hope.
Endless Night :: Dead Magic Plot ☼ - 6/22/13 - The gods of Helovia, in order to protect the world, have disappeared into the rift, leaving the world sunless, moonless and magic-less in their absence. Only the herdlands have a source of light, but lamp-trees with glowing leaves and branches sporadically line the popular roads and paths from place to place.
Doppleganger Plot ☼ - 6/20/13 - The God of Time is still struggling to close the rift though which the dopplegangers have come. He has requested that his brothers and sister assist in closing this hole, but without knowing why it opened, the task is proving difficult. Magic still remains faulty and hard to control, but the herdlands continue to be places of refuge for those who are fortunate enough to call these lands home.
ORANGEMOON cools off the lands with a a viscious force. Colder than normal, a sign of things to come during Frostfall, Helovia is bathed in a rich tropical lushness - albiet a cold one. The coastlines of the Dragon's Throat are pelted constantly by tidal waves, and the desert climate is humid but chilly. Ice begins to form early in the Aurora Basin leaving the winding trails slick and dangerous. The mists of the World's Edge coat everything in a glistening crystalline shine which encourages mould to grow everywhere. The Spectral Marsh is the only area which remains fertile, blissfully temperature and lush.
Cotm
Character of the Month for
June, 2017
WEAVER, Corporal of the Aurora Basin, is a relatively recent addition to Helovia and has taken it by storm. Branded with the seal of Death on her chest, intrigue and interest follow both her past and present. Though she is assuredly beautiful, her sometimes sharp personality reveals that there is more to this uni-peg hybrid than meets the eye. Proving herself able on the battlefield in the Basin’s warrior ranks, we can’t wait to see her test her mettle against the looming Kaos happenings! Congratulations!
Helovia RPG was created by Tamme and Blu and coded by Tamme also known as Schwartze. All coding, palettes and imagery are copyrighted to the website and are not for use outside of Helovia. Thank you to our ServerMaster for hosting Helovia. A special thanks goes to Neo for all of her coding help and fixing Tamme's errors, Boom, for her loyal service and creation of the Time God, and to Ali for her consistent contributions and dedication.
11-29-2014, 03:34 PM (This post was last modified: 11-29-2014, 03:37 PM by Spice.)
The filly realized that the grey colt seemed so proud to be talking about his father. Well she would be proud if her father had hardly ever lost a battle. That would be amazing. When he explained how close they where to getting there, she was exited. Willing to do anything right then just to get there and play with him. And be free. But aren't I free now? In this new world, I could just run around and do whatever the heck I want... But joining this herd will it bound me here? I don't want to be like my mother. Bound by the lands that birthed her. I want to be like my father. The one who ventured away from home, just a little. Unlike my scared mother who was ashamed of leaving. Why? I don't even know.
Her own weird thoughts where cut off by the soft nudge on her shoulder by Rhoa. He had said something about it. What was an it? "it?" She exclaimed, standing where she stood as he hurried to the left. "it what?!" The filly crinkled her nose, eyes struck with a curious glimmer of green. What in the world is an it? Was he calling her an [i]it? She didn't understand what he was saying. But, he had tapped her and she didn't know what else to do but follow. She danced after him, prancing, with a gleeful smile on her face. Though, she didn't know the game, she raced after him. "No, your an it!" She called after him, though she did not tap him as the game was trly played.
But of course, the little filly didn't know that. She would wonder how to play, and try to catch on. But this time she had hardly any clue. She dashed after him over the land bridge, her mane flying and tossing. Already starting to dry if the short dip into the cool blue-green water. She whinnied, as she followed.
i walk in the air
between the rain
through myself
& back again.
It occurs to me as we run that she isn't chasing me quite the way that she should. I mean, yes of course she's running after me, but she isn't chasing me. Doesn't she know how to play - What's an It?. Oh. She doesn't. Maybe I should feel sad for her - she's never seen the sea and doesn't know how to play tag - what sort of upbringing could she have had? I know we are both young, and she seems a bit older than I am, but even I know about those things. They seem fairly fundamental to me. If I asked her if she'd ever met the bird-lady, or seen the Moon Goddess I bet she would say no, and that seems okay ... those don't seem to be the type of things that you have to know. But tag? How could anyone not know how to play tag?
"No! Tag is a game!" I call laughing as I dart away from her. My hooves leave the land bridge and touch upon the reddish sands of the Throat. It feels good to be home. I belong here. I hope Spice likes it too. I'm thirsty and so I direct us towards the Oasis as I continue explaining. "When I touch you, you become it. The only way to stop being it is to tag someone else!"
My legs stretch out beneath me as I lead us across the crimson sands towards our inland lake. Maybe if she's never seen the sea before, she will be equally impressed by the water that floods the interior of the Throat? I move quickly and easily - this is probably my heritage from Mother. She is much lither and leaner than Father is, and I'm thankful for that. Don't get me wrong, I think Father is handsome and strong, but there's something appealing about the way my body is long and quick, rather than just a mountain of muscle. But the again, maybe it will be one day.
As I near the water I turn my head around for a moment to find Spice. On the sand it's harder to hear if you're being followed, or where they are. The granules soften the sound, dampening it. I buck as I go, feeling frisky and free and young. It is warmer here in the Throat, a blessing from our deity.
The filly was trying to catch onto this weird new game. The more she tried to understand the reason that they used the word it the more she partially understood. Smiling, she chashed after him, picking up speed as he neared the small sea in the middle of the reddish-sands. She wonders how small seas can really get until they are puddles. Hm, I guess I'll just have to ask.
When he starts to buck, and look back at her, she uses this opportunity to speed up, kicking harder with her back legs, faster. Faster... She reaches out her muzzle aiming on his neck, attempting to tap up gently, hoping she would hit him on the neck lightly and not hurt him. She whinnied, parting from him in case she had touched him and broke off from their path to the little sea. She opened her wings, trying to lift off as he had, picking up a quick canter, then soon a gallop, her breath quickening she didn't feel the ground under her hooves. "Ahhehh..." she called, not knowing what to do next, she started to flap as her mother had done once in a while to air out her own perfect white wings. She lifted, the sky closing in around her. She looked down, trying to spot Rhoa. She hadn't noticed how high she had gotten before she could only see him as as spot, slowing her flaps, she managed to stay in one place in the sky, though putting a lot of strain on her muscles, she didn't know what to do next, and before she knew it, her wings gave way. She didn't know how long she was up in the sky, but it had hurt too much. She plummeted, her mane and tail flying up, she forces her wings out once again to catch her body in a current, holding on as it pulls her whole body into an awkward turn back around that little sea, wide and weird and...awesomely different.
She had been too afraid and worried about dying to notice how free she was. Flying...she could go anywhere. With some practice, probably. When she got closer to the ground, her face twisted in a hard expression of disorient and concentration, she angles her wings down, the wind glided over them as she slowed to a stop, though he feet hitting the ground with a really hard thud, she continued the momentum, running, she twisted, her ankle not supporting the quick body shift, she tumbled over on her back, pulling in her wings quickly she rolled over on the sand.
And for a moment, she just payed there. Clueless to what had just happened. She was only trying to getbaway from the tag she didn't expect something as thrilling and crazy as that to happen. Let alone her almost braking her freaking ankle off!
She smiled, though she lay there in all kind of different mild pains, she smiled and smiled. Her mane ruffled and filled with sand, she didn't move. Breathing heavily, she just tried to catch her breath.
i walk in the air
between the rain
through myself
& back again.
She touches my neck and darts away and I see that she understands - or at least, it seems like she does. I hear myself laughing and feel a smile as it parts my lips. My wing splays after her, trying to touch her body as she darts away but I miss. I'm glad. I'm happy to chase after her. Her strides quicken and I find myself racing to keep up. She's doing remarkably well running on the sands, most find it difficult at first, but you build up stamina and muscle fairly quickly. I watch as her wings release from her flanks and the way that the wind begins to gently pull and tug at the feathers.
Is she ... ?
Yes, yes she is.
Her body rises into the sky and I find myself skidding to a halt. I don't know why I didn't follow her - maybe I am feeling protective, I'm not really sure. She said she's never flown before, but there she goes. Like a natural. Then again, I suppose we are all naturals. It's our birthright to fly after all. I raise one of my wings to shield the light from the sun so that I can watch her as she climbs higher and higher. Her body is just a silhouette now, and I feel fear begin to grip my chest. I promised her that the sands provided a soft place to land ... but no matter how soft the landing was, it wouldn't matter if she fell from such a height. Nervously, I begin to pace back and forth slightly, watching as she angles her body and begins to drop.
WAIT.
I can't tell if she's falling or flying. I rise onto my hind legs, spinning slightly with my wings outstretched to watch her descent. I still can't tell. I can't tell, I can't tell, I can't tell! I've seen mother do maneuvers like that, Father too when he's trying to land quickly. Is that all this is? For a moment I pray to the Sun God that she lied to me - that she really is an expert flier and that this is just a show.
Please don't let her be falling, please don't let her be-
Her wings stretch from her sides and now it looks like she's going to land alright. I feel a wave of relief wash over me as I hasten to reach the spot I think she's going to land. As I near, I see sand erupt from where she's landed and see her body land amidst the red granules. She isn't getting up. SHE ISN'T GETTING UP.
"Spice!" I call frantically as I rush to her side. I collapse onto my knees, trying to see if anything is broken or if she is bleeding. As my gaze reaches her face I notice that she is smiling. Dead pegasi don't smile, do they? They also don't breathe a voice reminds me, as I notice that her chest is still rising. I sigh relieved, nudging her shoulder gently with my nose. "Are you okay?"
Rhoa was correct, Gaucho was just about to go on patrol. Though his departure was delayed by the sight of a falling child. With a grimace, the WildFire immediately took to the skies. His black wings covered the ground quickly, far more quickly than Spice's could have. Flames lined his feathers, but somehow were not put out by each powerful stroke: it was the magic that Rhoa had told her about. Although he was swift, he was not fast enough to cast the child as she plummeted and landed rather hard in the sands. Descending quickly he watched his son rush to her side, dropping onto his knees and presumably calling her name. He had never seen his son in such a state, and mentally he frowned. Who was this girl, and why was she here?
Landing in a shower of sand, Gaucho strode calmly towards the pair. His flaming wings tucked easily against his sides, as he towered down over the two children. The Sun was at his back, casting his body almost entirely in shadow. The light from his wings created beautiful glowing patterns all across his hardened body, while the glowing symbols on his antlers created an array of patterns on his stoic face. From his antlers a snake suddenly appeared. Mara was a black mamba snake, her body gun-steel white with black eyes. She slithered from Gaucho's antlers, down his shoulder, knee, and onto the sands, easily making her way to Rhoa. She slithered over his bent knees looking at the fallen pegasus with interest. Her forked tongue darted from her mouth as she scented the air.
"What happened?" Gaucho asked sternly, his voice deep and rough sounding. The girl didn't appear to be too badly injured, he doubted he would need to summon their healers, though he would if it proved necessary. But she was breathing and by the look of her landing might have just strained or stretched something in her legs.
The filly, feeling worn and beat from the fly, and fall she just didn't move for a few quick moments. And before she knew it, her new friend was by her side. His voice was filled with concern. A lot of it, actually. She smiled winder. He cared...
"I'm okay..." She looked up at him, seeing a bit of movement out of the corner of her eye, she dismissed it, giving all her attention to the over worked muscles in her side and shoulders that she had used for flying. She tried to push herself up, her legs wobbling only a little, and she realized how much hard it was to get up in sand than more solid ground. Unlike when she seemed to run on it with no trouble at all, there was now new knowledge for her. "What happened" the voice was deep, and it couldn't be Rhoa because he had witnessed it...she thought.
But it was kind of familiar...just deeper...his father? No...he couldn't have...the patrols! Whatever they are
She now is laying, her front and back legs seemingly in a tangle, at the edge of the gangly and thin phase. She looks at Rhoa, the concern seemed to drip from his face. But it was lightened. He must have been worried for her. Really worried...
"Sorry I worried you...I didn't know what to do..." the filly smiled. "I should really learn how to land." She laughed, just a little when she realized, once again that there was another there as well. She looked up at the horse who seemed to be casting the shadow of a thousand trees, it was then when she first noticed the pitch black thing beside her, her eyes widening. "Dragon...?" she whispered, her voice wrapped in fear. That can't be a Dragon. There was no such thing.
But there is Gods and Magic, Spice.
Right. But it didn't look like a dragon. Why would there be a dragon sitting next to her? Wouldn't it have blown her head off already with it's fire? The little filly didn't really know what a dragon looked like, but she knew what scales looked like, and she had an idea of what slithery was, and...Slimy? This thing didn't seem slimy. Just black and shiny. She smiled a nervous smile. If this was his father, she had to act her best. "We where playing a game...and I just fell and then I was on the ground. But I'm fine. Right now. I'm fine." She tried to make it clear that she did not need help, and she was fine and she was going to be okay. But sometimes, that is not perceived with the current shaky voice that she had when she was rattled by something. Ugh, she hated that.
i walk in the air
between the rain
through myself
& back again.
She moves and words tumble from her lips. I'm okay... They cushion my heart and I feel instantly better. I don't even know what I would do if she weren't alright. Would I be blamed? I probably would, considering I brought her here. I was her escort. I can hear the ridicule how - Rhoa, Prince of the Throat allows a pegasus to die on the sands. I push these thoughts from my mind with a shiver as a shadow falls over Spice's body.
A large shadow.
I know that shadow..
Father.
I look up, gulping slightly as Mara slithers towards me. I nudge the snake gently as she nuzzles me, settling on my knees. Quickly I turn to Spice, whispering, "Her name is Mara. She's friendly -" I want to say more, to let her know that she's Father's companion and that she won't hurt us and to not be afraid, but I fall silent as Father halts before us. He looms over us, not only because of his height but because we are still on the ground. One day I will be nearly as tall as he is I think, but for now I barely reach his shoulder. I don't know what to say, and divert my gaze to Spice as she tries to explain. Something tells me Father will be unimpressed with her account of what had happened. Wincing slightly, I lean backwards and haul myself into a standing position, resisting the urge to shake and rid myself of the sand that is clinging to my body.
"Father." I say in greeting, nodding my head politely. I try to stand up as straight as I can, but as I mentioned, I am no where near as tall as he is. I fold my wings to my sides and try to meet his gaze. "Me kis afis ..." I begin, speaking in Father's native tongue. I do this partly out of respect, but also to show him that I've been learning my lessons well. Perhaps not as well as Ivezho but ... I am trying. "Her name is Spice." I continue, dropping into the common tongue so that Spice will understand what I am saying. "She had never seen the sea before .. and since she's a pegasus I thought maybe she could stay here?"
Gaucho's gaze remained stoic and without emotion while both younglings spoke. His face was entirely unreadable, although the light from his wings and antlers made his gaze look far more ominous than it truly was. He wasn't surprised that his son had brought home a girl, although he thought he'd have more time before this stage of his childhood began. Oh of course it was likely just platonic now but ... Soon Rhoa would grow into a handsome young stallion, he already was quite handsome for his age, and good with words. The burning embers on his wings surely helped his cause, for who didn't like a good display of magic? Still .. he couldn't simply recruit every girl that caught his eye. Would this one be willing to contribute to the herd? To aid in gathering herbs and the like? To help Cera find stones for the wall?
"Good." Gaucho grunted in response to Spice's insistence that she was alright. She certainly looked fine, and he was confident that Rhoa would be able to seek out one of the healers should her condition change. Raising his flaming wings from his flanks, he blocked out the sun casting a warm golden light down upon the two children. The blue stripes on his chest became prominent as his muscles bulged with the movement. "Tihat me arthasolat.." He responded to his son, a smile parting his dark lips. "Rhoa say you want to stay in Throat." Gaucho began, turning his attention solely to the girl. His words were choppy, but rich and deep sounding. It was clear that the common tongue of Helovia was not his native language, given how easily the words he spoke only to his son sounded, compared to those he now sent towards Spice. "Is that true? You want to stay in land of Sun God?"
As Rhoa moved, Mara slithered onto the sands, her steel coloured body rising upwards and leaning against the colt's leg. Her black gaze scanned Spice, still looking for injuries that they might have missed. Confident that there were none (at least none that she could see), she moved back towards Gaucho, easily moving up his leg, onto his shoulder and finally back to her perch in his antlers.
Translation
tihat me arthasolat; It looked like she fell.
Even the older Pegasus believed in the gods. Do they just need someone to blame their heat on? Do they need someone to pretend that they suddenly where possessing magic. This did not faze Spice, for her mother had told her that some just needed something to believe in. She nodded, looking up at the dark sillhosett.
She thought of the different words that she did not understand. Was it a secret language? Was she supposed to know it in this herd? She simply didn't understand, and that was what upset her. But she didn't make a face, or say anything that might seem... unrelated to the subject. She only nodded again at his words, curling her legs back under her to push off, pulling her body to a steady standing position. "I would like to stay here, in Dragon's Throat.." She says, her words soft but confidant as she stares right back into the stormy gaze of the older male. It was not a chalanging gaze, no. Just one that said she was friendly, and meant no harm. Calm and serene.
The girl watched as the black dragon-y thing touched Rhoa, who seemed not at all afraid something long and black was on his leg, then she watched it slither up the deer-horned beast. And come to think of it...didn't he have wings too? How was that even possible...? Hm, something new to ask Rhoa. And ponder for yourself...
She looked to Rhoa, her gaze softening, she smiled. "It seems like a very nice herd land." Her mind flashes back to the waves splashing up around the colt as he lands in the water, from the sky, mind you. Her heart did a little flutter when that had happened, she couldn't imagine what Rhoa must have felt. She remembered how they warmed each other, wing over wing.
Returning from her far off gaze, she looks back to the older stallion. A genuine smile crept upon her soft lips, a kind look in her eyes. If her and Rhoa where to be friends, she would be kind to everyone in relation to him. In any way she could, even if they hated her she would still be kind to them. And why not, anyway? There should never be a reason to hate someone enough to be perposfuly rude and un kind to someone.
Well, at least that was how she saw it in her mind, and if Rhoa didn't agree, she would let him think what he wanted to think. Why would she want to change his thoughts when they where not hers?
i walk in the air
between the rain
through myself
& back again.
I am proud to be my Father's son. He is so strong and mighty in a way that I am not yet, but hope to be. He has won countless battles and has defended our herd against so many atrocities that I wonder where we would be without him. I look at the coloured markings on his body - on his eye, shoulders, and rump, and wonder if I'll do anything in my lifetime to deserve such things. I feel like I pale in comparison with him - where he has wings that are on fire, mine merely pulse with the dying light of embers, my coat is gray fading to white, whereas his is the colour of dried blood fading to black. He is a warrior, while I am still a child. Maybe one day all of that will change, but for now I realize that I am nothing compared to him. I am proud to be his son, but one day I hope he will be proud to have me as well.
As Spice said that she wanted to say, I felt another smile light up my face. I can't remember the last time I smiled this much, but hearing her say that she wanted to stay in our lands made me feel like my whole body suddenly became lighter. I can't wait to show her all of the things here - the Oasis, the fire of the Sun God, the sea. Perhaps we can play some more, our waters are warmer than those of the Heart after all, so maybe we won't be so cold. Then again ... we did find a way to warm ourselves up last time, and that wasn't so bad.
"Good!" I exclaim, and then nod. "It is nice. Everyone here is nice, and the Sun God is the best. He visits us here sometimes ... I can show you where his fire burns."
The Wildfire approved of the hardiness of the filly's gaze, the way her eyes found his and held them, unafraid. She would do well here he thought, under the light of the Dragon's Sun. There were lots of youths her age, Ryuu, Cerin, Faeanne...and then his twins. For all of his talk about contributing to the herd, Gaucho knew that children needed time to simply be; to have fun and enjoy the carelessness and responsibility-free days of their youth. Perhaps he didn't tell that to Rhoa often enough. However now was not the time.
His antlered skull bobbed in agreement at Spice's words. "Then you may stay as one of us. Rhoa will tell you about our customs and rules. " He advised, looking to his son for confirmation. In his antlers, Mara hissed happily as she peered down at the prince. Her black gaze seemed to sparkle as she looked between the paler filly at the bonded's son. She seemed to sense whatever was stirring between the two, and warmly welcomed it.
"Ivezho and Sohalia athessazar. yer jif ezat." Gaucho said in his native language, focusing on Rhoa with a smile. He knew the news would bring as much joy to his son's heart as it did his own. He had just come from meeting with Sohalia, and while Ivezho hadn't been present for that meeting, knowing that his other child was back in the Throat was a weight lifted from his heart. Now only if Zenobia would do the same ...
Spreading his flaming wings, the Wildfire nodded at the two. It was time for him to return to his duties as Sultan. Elegantly and with ease Gaucho took to the skies, his black feathers easily catching the breeze and using it to gain altitude. Banking easily Gaucho turned to the left, headed towards the land bridge where the two had just come from.
Spice liked this guy. He looked really strong and accepting, his eyes hard but soft at the same time, kinda. Giving him a look of easy challenge. She liked it. Rhoa seemed exited to tell her about the gods, the sun god in particular. Show her where his fire burns...? She did not understand what he had meant by that, her gaze skipping back up to the adult when he started to speak.
He was going to let her stay! She smiled, her green eyes bright with a new light. He told her how Rhoa would tell her about the coustums and rules. The girl had heard about rules before, set to restrict and stop. She didn't know if rules where necessarialy good, but they seemed to keep people in line, the way her mother he'd explained things. She looked to Rhoa with a wide smile, hardly hearing the foreign words skip out of the horned and winged male, she gave Rhoa a look of confusion. He had said and. That was all she truly had gotten out of it.
She then turned to watch as the experted flier took of in elagent grace. His wings swooping through the air in quick but soft strokes, cutting through the wind, he seemed to shape the air currents. She smiled in awe, then looking back at Rhoa.
That was his father. They..they seem... she thought more about their half-resemblance. It was fun to compare these kind of things. The way they spoke and the way they held themselves, it was all so...simply...interesting to her. She didn't really know what made her think it was interesting, but it just was. She looked comparing the look in their eyes and the way the reacted. Although their time together was short, she could see the resemblance in their eyes. The way they spoke to each other and everything. She wondered if she had anything like that with her mother. Or if she ever would with her father.
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