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12-25-2014, 11:47 PM
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Rei
“In a world filled with hate, we must still dare to hope. In a world filled with anger, we must still dare to comfort. In a world filled with despair, we must still dare to dream. And in a world filled with distrust, we must still dare to believe.” ― Michael Jackson Dark times had descended upon Helovia. From what I had heard it had all started on the sky's island; but it seems to have spread to every corner of the lands. So why think of the Insula as being tainted? Some of my fondest memories had been forged on the small piece of floating land and they won out over whatever evil had taken place. Besides the Throat it was still one of my favorite places to be. I had flown over the island for most of the morning enjoying the feel of the cool morning mist clinging to my feathers. Morning had faded into midday before I left the sky. My muscles burned from exertion. Flying took effort; although I have never tested it to be true or nothing more than a tall tale, I have heard that if you go too long without serious exercise your muscles used during flight could shrivel up. Could just be something mother's tell their foals to keep them active but it had never been something I had wished to test out. Aimlessly my hooves carried me around the Caela Insula, often times taking me in circles, but contentment filled my thoughts as it had not in some. Contentment didn't need direction and if it didn't then neither did I. I wanted to become a bigger part of the herd, but Bucephalus had said had been like venom in my veins. He had certainly meant nothing but to help with his words but to run myself ragged didn't seem to be worth it. The sound of bells was quite literally music to my ears I was beginning to pull myself from my contented state and they were the saving grace taking me away from my own thoughts. I had a soft spot in my heart for their dainty musical sound since my meeting with Kvothe. These bells had a different sound than what his had, but he had created a positive association in my head with their sound. The wind sings a duet with the tree's branches begging those wandering the island to come closer, pleading with them to open their ears and hearts to its song. The tree looks as if the stars themselves have come to lay in its branches. I am completely entranced as I approach the tree, dipping my head to the strange turtle first I cannot keep myself from brushing my nose against its branches tentatively adding my own few notes to its song. |
Magic usage is okay.
Just ask before doing any actions that may cause a great deal of damage first.
I am also okay with being tagged.
Just ask before doing any actions that may cause a great deal of damage first.
I am also okay with being tagged.
