Guide the voices of kings Children of bark They will tighten their strings The white lass knew nothing of what had passed in the land over the last few months. She had come to Helovia only a few weeks ago, and had flitted about its wide expanse and seen only beauty. Green forests and sandy shores, all with their own special charms, and the horses she had met had been just as delightful. (Well, all but the poor blue stallion she’d met in the grove… He was a special case though, and the softhearted mare was determined to help him find his peace.) Her ignorance truly had been her bliss, and she found herself dancing into a wide meadow. The sight that met her there was so astonishing, she stopped in her tracks to gaze with wonder. A great stallion, winged and horned like the one she’d met on the beach, labored on a massive structure. Aisling had seen small objects made of dead wood before, but this ark was constructed of trees and they seemed just as alive as she. Breathless with excitement, Aisling pranced as quickly as she could to join the gathering crowd. She was eager to meet everyone and know everything about the massive ship. As the moved into the crowd, she picked up snippets of conversation, the phrase ‘God of Earth’ sent her head spinning. She had to wind her way through the sea of tall figures to find a clear vantage point to watch as the great stallion (was this the GOD?!) gave his instructions. As everyone around her started pairing off, the faerie lass’ eyes darted around, hoping to catch someone’s gaze. Her heart gave a little leap when she caught sight of a familiar buttermilk-colored head amongst the crowd, and called out to the other member of her troupe, “Finn! Over here, mo chara!” Notes: Aisling will be with @[Finn] because cuties! Translations: ‘mo chara’ - ‘my friend’ |
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