Winter had taken it's toll on the lands of Helovia, everything seemed to be moving slower as the puffy white flakes drifted from the pale grey clouds above. It was almost as if the snow was some kind of slow working sleeping powder and eventually we would all fall to it's mystical powers, falling into a deep slumber that would only break with the coming of Birdsong and the blooming of flowers. Chestnut ears tugged back, pressing against my skull in efforts to keep the snow from drifting into my ear canals as I headed towards the Secret Grove, a place I tended to avoid because of all the mushy couples that made me honestly sick to my stomach. There was no way that I would ever allow my happiness to be so dependent on another being, I was the reason why I was where I was today. Nobody else had helped me, other than Kwahu and he was now walking among the other brave two legs who died in battles.
Even as my painted hooves were plowing through the snow I wasn't sure why exactly I had decided to head to the Grove today. Maybe curiousity had finally killed the cat as I assumed that the amount of couples stinking up the place with their happiness and romance would be of a lesser amount because the snow was so thick. Not to mention with the recent death of the lovers, it would be surprising to see a large group of them out anywhere for fear they might be the next ones picked off. A snort blew through rosy paper thins as my white washed skull shook in feeble efforts to push some of the snow off of my body and onto the ground where it belonged. Oh how I yearned for the warm weather to return.
Almost as if on cue, a gust of burning hot air washed over my painted frame, a feeling no one would expect in the middle of a snow storm unless it was created by someone who was trying to stay warm. Once again, curiosity got the better of me and my path was adjusted ever so slightly so I would be coming up wherever the fire starter was. Moments later I found myself standing in a dry clearing beneath a willow tree, nearly alone if it weren't for the hulking bay pegasus who stood before me. Orchid drifted across the stallion momentarily, hesitating over the markings that spoke familiarly to me, this was the stallion that I had met in the Threshold when he was threatening to kill the bat winged creature just before Aurelia came in like a scorned lover. Ears flicked forwards as I attempted to make eye contact with the stallion's stormy eyes and my vocal chords began to tremble. "Gaucho. How are you?" I didn't even know if the bay would remember who I was considering the frantic state he had been in during our introduction, but it was worth a shot.



"Speech"
Tag;; @[Gaucho]
Words;; 505
OOC;; Sorry this took so long love <3

It was almost uncomfortable how warm it was beneath the boughs of the tree now that the Wildfire had destroyed all of the snow on the path in which I had been walking. A gentle smile tugged at the corners of my lips as the primitive stallion spoke in his native tongue, one that was so close, yet so different from the one that I had learned as a child. It was almost strange to admit that I was bilingual, but it had came in handy with my entrance into the Threshold after the death of Kwahu. My white washed skull lowered ever so slightly, finding it comforting to be called a wild daughter once again, I thought it was strange also, that the bay who was clearly a hardened animal of war was marked with so few of our paintings.
As orchids came forward they locked in with the beady eyes of the serpent that weaved it's way easily in the stallion's antlers. Chestnut ears flicked forward as I watched the pale snake while it was staring at me, or rather through me. My weight shifted back and to the right, causing my hind left leg cock upwards to assist my body in balancing while I pulled my eyes away from the Wildfire's bonded to search his own frame for any markings I may have missed the first time we ran into each other. The one that stood out the most was of course the sun that circled his pale, stormy eyes, this marking in particular seemed to be painted the same shade of yellow as the triangles on my hooves. There was no way to tell for sure though, so rather than mull over it I shifted to the stallion's other markings, the blue stripes against his heavily muscled chest, likely built up from carrying the heavy wings on his shoulders his entire life.
"Before ... Gaucho lost his memories. They back now. Sun God fix it." Gaucho's deep, heavy lyrics interrupted my search for any other markings as he did what I assumed to be justifying, or apologizing for his actions the day that we met in the Threshold. My attention was pulled back to the stallion's hardened features while he spoke, once I was satisfied that he was done I allowed my own vocals to spill into the air that was growing warmer once again as the stallion turned away to widen our grass filled area. "Atsi svti, how do you remember me then?" I was a part of the time when his memory had been wiped, wouldn't his memory returning cause the time when he had no memory to be fuzzy?




"Speech"
Tag;; @[Gaucho]
Words;; 448
OOC;; I'm sorry it sucks ;__; I struggled for some reason
Translations;; Atsi svti - fire maker