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02-13-2015, 03:18 AM
The plants and water had been trifling tasks for the mare. Truly, her sceptical mind could not help but wonder why the Earth God required the mortals of the realm to gather such things, when he was the God who embodied them? But still, she and everyone else did as they were bid - she was not foolish enough to ignore a God.
Ink's company was a pleasure. He did not speak, he never had, and it was refreshing to be in the company of one who did not mind her own silent musings as they wandered through the lands. He was almost like a companion, though without a bond to keep them together. And he did not pester her with questions of her whereabouts, and so she paid him the same respect and remained silent about his. She figured he would tell her when he was ready to, in his own unique way.
The Deep Forest was like a second home to her. For months she had lived amongst its domineering shadows, relishing in the way the Sun's light could hardly penetrate the thick canopy above. It was here the Qian had been birthed, here they had met and learned and grown to a force so powerful they had conquered.
She wondered how much of the old ways were still followed.
Golden eyes trailed the path of the pale pegasus mare, silent in their observation, the mare simply assuming the other was here for the same task that they were - fauna collection.
That the stallion chose a butterfly to collect shouldn't have surprised the mare. A small, kind smile touched her lips, and she sent a mental note to Akaith which would help them in this task greatly. Approaching Ink, she touched his moist shoulder, before gesturing to the golden dragon that was her beloved, who clutched (gently) within her claws a pair of cocooned souls.
"They will emerge as wondrous as those that dance here." her low voice murmured, before she cloaked herself in her magic, and made her way back to the Meadow once again.
Ink's company was a pleasure. He did not speak, he never had, and it was refreshing to be in the company of one who did not mind her own silent musings as they wandered through the lands. He was almost like a companion, though without a bond to keep them together. And he did not pester her with questions of her whereabouts, and so she paid him the same respect and remained silent about his. She figured he would tell her when he was ready to, in his own unique way.
The Deep Forest was like a second home to her. For months she had lived amongst its domineering shadows, relishing in the way the Sun's light could hardly penetrate the thick canopy above. It was here the Qian had been birthed, here they had met and learned and grown to a force so powerful they had conquered.
She wondered how much of the old ways were still followed.
Golden eyes trailed the path of the pale pegasus mare, silent in their observation, the mare simply assuming the other was here for the same task that they were - fauna collection.
That the stallion chose a butterfly to collect shouldn't have surprised the mare. A small, kind smile touched her lips, and she sent a mental note to Akaith which would help them in this task greatly. Approaching Ink, she touched his moist shoulder, before gesturing to the golden dragon that was her beloved, who clutched (gently) within her claws a pair of cocooned souls.
"They will emerge as wondrous as those that dance here." her low voice murmured, before she cloaked herself in her magic, and made her way back to the Meadow once again.
