L e e k a

The mists were strong this morning. They glided off the cliffs like a torrent thundercloud, same as they did everyday, swelling as large as cumulus clouds and engulfing the forests in ubiquitous fog. A blessing from the Moon Goddess, so it was said, a protective shroud for those who worshiped her and lived in her shadow on these lands. Leeka wasn't sure of what stock she put in the Gods but there was certainly something thought provoking about the fog, a presence that felt constant and watching. Benign, of course...usually. It was at times when she felt unnerved that she thinks perhaps it might do good to refresh herself on the lore and maybe say a prayer to the Goddess but Leeka did not know how to please a luminary and thus often said nothing. She never had to deal with one before in her life till now and was skeptical if she should even try. No one after all was shoving faith down her throat and by no means had she been told it was necessary.

Yet, one had to wonder.

If what she had heard was true, the Glazier's gift of crafting glass came from the Goddess of the Moon. The particular quality of the ability was also rather curious in that one could only craft glass from the mist, a suppose extension of the Goddess. Rather odd for a magic skill to be so limited in medium, not that there was any shortage of the grey matter here. As far as she understood gifts of magic could only be granted by a God or passed down from a bloodline, and from what she knew, no Glazier was ever related to one another, meaning the magic couldn't have been gained from a family link. Which begs the question- Does every Glazier truly get their gift directly from the God of the Moon? Do they actually meet? Leeka tried imaging a celestial being morphing from the ghastly wisps but Leeka had no clue as to how what the Goddess would look like and so only thought of mass of shifting shadows carried on blades of wind. The Edge's patron commanded all the gifts of darkness and wind after all...

I want to know.... she thought, lowering her head to examine a patch of looming fog, teasing at it with a hoof before brushing it away as a tightening sensation seized her heart, making her chest seem to shrink. It was all so very new, all so very foreign and frightening, she could not be blamed for quaking at the idea of such a being existing. She still didn't believe, however, merely questioned and yet more then willing to learn otherwise. For now, it was a puzzle to solve, a problem in need of a solution.

And who better to ask then a Glazier for answers? A name hung on the tip of her tongue, one that she heard at a herd meeting before. Brisa, that was it. Turning around Leeka began her search for the Edges esteemed crafter with a light hop in her step, peering left to right for a sign of the mare.

" Brisa, Brisa! I've something to ask of you."

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" Talking."
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L e e k a

The small voice in the air rang like a summoning in Leeka's ears, capturing her attention without a moment’s hesitation toward its source. The young mare could only smile to herself as her eyes set upon the pale form of the Glazier in the distance, her mind abuzz with questions, excitement...and the barest thread of embarrassment. She knew all too well how completely sudden this all was and felt just a bit shameful to erupt into the other mares day like a flaming meteorite but she couldn't help it anymore - she had to know and she had to know now. Besides, wasn’t it part of the Glaziers job to teach and have underlings, right? There wouldn't be any point of the job if no one else wanted it or knew of it. That sprung an interesting point. Was magic taught instead by the mentor to their understudies instead of gifted by the Moon Goddess, like lore says? The realization put an extra bounce in the appaloosa steps, spurring a flying change in her gait. Regardless of whatever acceptance she had toward her failure of retaining magic from her homeland didn't mean she had any reservations of adopting Helovian magic. In fact, she may have even preferred it. From what she had seen and heard the magic here was far more diverse and unique from wielder to wielder. No two had exactly the same and the possibilities were wondrous. Endlessly so.

Drawing nearer, Leeka recalled the few times she had actually seen Brisa before. The first had been at a herd meeting when Kahlua, their Queen, had promoted her to Glazier. It had been within just a few weeks of her joining and there was so little that she had understood then. Of the few things she could recall from the gathering Ktulu and Archibald had been made Captains of the Edge, Alysanne was named Moon Doctor in Resplendence's place and the peace talks with the Aurora Basin were discussed. How tense things got then on that subject. I was so overwhelmed, I kept silent...mostly. There may have been a few words she had spoken but she could barely recall what they were. Perhaps she had egged on creating a new bond with the Basin, to start fresh if they were willing to have peace. Things seem to be alright... She thought hopefully, before the shadow of the present returned the doubt. The murders had kept everyone busy. If there were tensions still, they had been delayed by darker matters. "At least things are well for now, as well as they can be.

As for the second time Leeka had seen Brisa it had been on the floating island when the races were being held and she had become a participant in the Equine race. The one hosted by a turtle and the one that she had won, both equally strange and unlikely things. Though, despite the grey mare having been there it seemed she had lost early in the race. A sheepish grin cast itself on Leeka's maw. To think she had beaten both the Glazier and the Queen of the Edge in the same race.

Funny, all these little chances of seeing one another and yet never spoken. Wonder if she remembers anything. Leeka thought as she drew up beside Brisa, pausing a fair distance away before raising a foreleg and bowing her head to her knee as way of greeting, a habit of her homeland she continued to practice and doubt would ever leave her." Sorry to come on such short notice but I couldn't help myself." she said, another sheepish smile creeping on her maw." I want to know more about your craft. What it means to be a Glazier." She looked away, pausing for moment and shyly picked at the ground with a hoof before continuing. "I had interest in it before...but I never pursed it. I have sooo many questions...but mostly I want to know about...about the Goddess." It felt strange saying the word aloud, as if it actually contained weight and required effort to say. It also made her feel oddly exposed for some reason, but what could be expected from someone unused to believing in greater beings? " I've heard the lore, but is your gift of glass-making truly a gift from her? Have you...ever...met her?" Leeka tilted her head, expectantly, curiously before another thought sprang into her head. ""Oh! And my name is Leeka, by the way."



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" Talking."
Thoughts

OOC: This should be set before the murder reveal I think XD