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Mirage
April 11th, 2012 at 12:53am
What a peculiar place.
It makes my scales crawl. Too much death.
With wonder a black figurine wanders through the misty lands. The
trail she chooses is picked carefully, both her eyes and her bonded’s
going over each step before the hoof meets the unstable loam.
Sometimes a step would be taken and then retracted, but Mirage was a
patient mare, and held a silent determination that allowed her to
traverse even these difficult conditions. She did not walk meekly and
shyly, but rather strode forth with her nape arched, and while he
steps were only slowed by testing the ground for its stability, they
were taken with a purpose. What purpose that was exactly, was unknown,
even to her.
Being a nomad, the mare and her dragon often adapted to the different
lands they were presented with, and walked through them as if they
owned the – though truly they were under no such illusions. They knew
their place amongst the world, and it was with each other, under
no-one’s rules or morals but their own. Being devious in nature meant
that she never had to answer to anyone for her actions, though they
were rarely immoral actions anyway. It was more based on principle,
she should not have to answer to anyone besides her dragon anyway.
Even those she called friends were given information about her because
she simply deemed them trustworthy enough. But then, only Akaith knew
everything about her – just as she knew everything about Akaith.
The golden queen flew slowly nearby, often helping the mare carve her
path through the marshes. Vaguely she remembered a similar place,
though infinitely different at the same time, at Isilme. Where they
had met the pale steed Gunslinger, sadly Mirage reflected upon what
might have happened to him. I do not remember seeing him nor his young
bronze fleeing the lands. The mare stated softly through their special
link. Akaith chirped quietly her response – many had been lost at that
time of turmoil, dragon and equine alike. They had both wept and felt
sorry for the ones who were lost, but did not dwell on such things for
longer than was reasonable. It was not healthy to remain clouded by
despair. On must move on some day.
Besides, it was not like Mirage would be missed by many. Indeed, it
wasn’t often that she even leant her name to the ears of others.
Perhaps to those who were gracious enough to earn her name would
remember her if she were to disappear. Where you go I go. Akaith
stoutly declared. It was a conversation they had shared before, and
the mare smiled as she reassured her beloved that indeed, if either of
them were to ever fall, the other would surely follow. Never could we
be alone, my dear queen. Even when between, we would always have each
other. Akaith needed no explanation as to what between meant. It was
neither here nor there.
The mare reflected on those familiar scents that now drifted through
the lands of Helovia. Familiarity was something that usually took her
longer than a mere season to gain, and yet, she had managed to make
some acquaintances during her time here. The old smells of Isilme were
fading, though it had been a number of years since Mirage had set foot
upon the place, Isilme was a land she would not forget, for many
reasons. It’s scent drug up many memories, and feelings of nostalgia
washed over her as she recalled many great meetings with those who
were bonded, many great tricks and conversations had. Though like
here, when in Isilme, she was but a wanderer, she had made some
friendships that she knew were long gone distant memories.
Those related to the mare by blood were held in a different regard
altogether. Years could pass, and did pass, between their meetings,
but their feelings never changed, and it was always with joy that they
would embrace each other once more. The scents of her brothers were
nearby to the lands of Helovia, and the mare inwardly rejoiced at
their arriving here. Certainly some fun to be had with those ruffians
in town. She laughed with Akaith, the queen sharing in her delight,
for they were her brothers too. Finally, Mirage found a space several
strides in width and length that was solid enough to rest upon. She
did not lie down, but rather stood, her golden gaze peering out across
the eerie marshes, the thoughts slowly churning in their minds. Akaith
settled upon the loam nearby, and there they were, two statuesque
figurines, one bathed in darkness, one in gold.
[ ooc : Gossamer this is for you! But I don’t mind if others want to
come along too :) ]
Vikram
April 11th, 2012 at 9:07am
There was a shadow trailing along in the wake of the black mare, but
not one of the ordinary kind. Indeed, it was not even of the regular
sort of unusual kind. A massive stallion tailed her, at first
mistakable for a simple pegasus when viewed through the mist, but then
one would notice the heavy scales on his breast or the long tail that
swayed gently in the air behind him.
It was Vikram, dragonson and one of the few companions Mirage had
gathered to herself. Though he himself chose primarily to follow her
because of her dragon. But it was no easy task, this following,
between her peculiar magic and the terrain she chose to travel over.
His greater size meant he had to take greater care amongst trees to
not get caught up in their branches, and here.
Here he was wary of the soft mud and brakish water and all they might
conceal, and so walked his head bowed to chest level to keep an eye
out for roots and sunken branches that might trip him up while doing
his best to walk where she had. It was tempting to take to the air
instead, but flight at her pace was something difficult for him to
maintain, not to mention she might evoke her magic and elude him
altogether for a time. No, it was easier to follow her scent and the
sight of the lovely little gold who kept her company.
It was in outward silence that she walked along, and so he gladly kept
that silence, even when her eventual pause led to an opportunity for
him to join her. Muzzle angled toward her soft flank as he moved up
beside her, but he did not touch her uninvited, merely allowed his
warmth breath to cross that space instead while his own golden gaze
lingered for a moment on mare and dragon before roaming over the
distant horizon. Absently he wondered if she waited for someone, or
something, or merely stood and watched for the sake of it. Either way,
he was content to keep this pair company.
Gossamer the Benevolent
April 12th, 2012 at 8:21pm
Through the reeds and seedy stagnant waters weaves a pearlescent mare
who is perceived by the mutated things which swim amongst the
squelching reefs. She moves slowly, but with grace. Once, as a young
mare just barely of age, she had been somewhere like here, but her
mind couldn't quite place that thought for she knew it had not been
this....dark. Gossamer was quite in the here and now, never getting
much time to be free of the tight stays which leadership kept her in.
Only on rare days like today, when another lead was in the herdland
for the day could she venture freely and was not forced to stay on the
path of herdland to threshold and back. On these days her mind often
wandered back to times past and she contemplated what had happened to
all her old friends, to her son Crane, to many others.
She fully intended to merely pass through the landscape. Every few
steps, something would stir within the depths of the small ponds and
make unsettling splashes, setting off various worrisome thoughts from
both her mind and that of her companion, Lazulli."This place stinks, I
don't like it in the least.", Lazulli sent her. While her dragon
stared at these waters with clear distaste from her back, Gossamer
looked at what floated within them and was startled. There were horses
in some, dozens and dozens, and it looked like a gruesome burial site
for the masses. The place was filled with so much death and sadness
that she couldn't help but be jumpy at the though of what must have
occurred here in the past. That was the problem, she found, with all
herds: they liked to war. Not hers, no, she was determined to build an
empire of intellectuals and peacekeepers who would offer haven and
innovations all in one. How to do this was another matter all
together. Perhaps she could hold a herd meeting where all could vote
on whether or not they wanted various things and that would be how she
made her headway? She would have to tell Smoke this plan as it seemed
a rather good one. Indy hadn't been around lately and she felt lonely
after so many years spent wandering with just him..perhaps he had
become tired of her...perhaps she would become alone? Lazulli flopped
on her back like a cat laying on a branch with his head nestled into
the mane on her withers, he lovingly said "I will never leave you my
bonded and so you will never be alone." Guiltily she swung her head
about to nuzzle his nose. No, she would never be truly alone. Just as
they were about to turn about and head out of this hopeless land she
caught a whiff of mental thought on the wind. It was so similar to one
that she remembered from long ago that she couldn't help but walk
towards it.
She moved carefully and before she knew it she saw the mare, black as
night and slightly blurry. Oh! That was Mirage, the nice mare who had
helped her with her quest for Aarde! In her excitement, she whinnied
and trotted forward to the spot of clear land where the mare stood as
she happily called out in her smooth, musical voice, Mirage! Mirage!
It is me, Gossamer!.
Lazulli, remembering the mare, hopped off Gossamer's back and flew to
Mirage where he plopped down on her back without asking(a trait he
seemed to have picked up that Gossamer wasn't particularly fond of)
and bowed a dragonly bow to the gold's chosen Bonded before going to
greet the gold herself. He landed several paces away from her and
offered a deep and humble bow to the Queen before him before rising
again. Though, he did not move from his spot for he knew she would
have to give him permission to get any closer. As this was going on,
Gossamer reached Mirage and gave her a forwardly friendly nose nuzzle,
forgetting her manners in her excitement. However, as soon as she'd
done so she pulled away with a small gasp. "Gods, I'm sorry. You
probably don't even remember me. haha. I'm Gossamer and I used to be a
healer in Isilme when we met. You helped me with a quest." Though she
was obviously no longer young and was quite a bit older, her eyes
shone and she held a youthful smile on her face as she spoke, ecstatic
to see an old acquaintance she knew. The mists covered the dragon-like
things following Mirage and Gossamer saw him not.
Mirage
April 14th, 2012 at 6:05am
Through the reeds and seedy stagnant waters weaves a pearlescent mare
who is perceived by the mutated things which swim amongst the
squelching reefs. She moves slowly, but with grace. Once, as a young
mare just barely of age, she had been somewhere like here, but her
mind couldn't quite place that thought for she knew it had not been
this....dark. Gossamer was quite in the here and now, never getting
much time to be free of the tight stays which leadership kept her in.
Only on rare days like today, when another lead was in the herdland
for the day could she venture freely and was not forced to stay on the
path of herdland to threshold and back. On these days her mind often
wandered back to times past and she contemplated what had happened to
all her old friends, to her son Crane, to many others.
She fully intended to merely pass through the landscape. Every few
steps, something would stir within the depths of the small ponds and
make unsettling splashes, setting off various worrisome thoughts from
both her mind and that of her companion, Lazulli."This place stinks, I
don't like it in the least.", Lazulli sent her. While her dragon
stared at these waters with clear distaste from her back, Gossamer
looked at what floated within them and was startled. There were horses
in some, dozens and dozens, and it looked like a gruesome burial site
for the masses. The place was filled with so much death and sadness
that she couldn't help but be jumpy at the though of what must have
occurred here in the past. That was the problem, she found, with all
herds: they liked to war. Not hers, no, she was determined to build an
empire of intellectuals and peacekeepers who would offer haven and
innovations all in one. How to do this was another matter all
together. Perhaps she could hold a herd meeting where all could vote
on whether or not they wanted various things and that would be how she
made her headway? She would have to tell Smoke this plan as it seemed
a rather good one. Indy hadn't been around lately and she felt lonely
after so many years spent wandering with just him..perhaps he had
become tired of her...perhaps she would become alone? Lazulli flopped
on her back like a cat laying on a branch with his head nestled into
the mane on her withers, he lovingly said "I will never leave you my
bonded and so you will never be alone." Guiltily she swung her head
about to nuzzle his nose. No, she would never be truly alone. Just as
they were about to turn about and head out of this hopeless land she
caught a whiff of mental thought on the wind. It was so similar to one
that she remembered from long ago that she couldn't help but walk
towards it.
She moved carefully and before she knew it she saw the mare, black as
night and slightly blurry. Oh! That was Mirage, the nice mare who had
helped her with her quest for Aarde! In her excitement, she whinnied
and trotted forward to the spot of clear land where the mare stood as
she happily called out in her smooth, musical voice, Mirage! Mirage!
It is me, Gossamer!.
Lazulli, remembering the mare, hopped off Gossamer's back and flew to
Mirage where he plopped down on her back without asking(a trait he
seemed to have picked up that Gossamer wasn't particularly fond of)
and bowed a dragonly bow to the gold's chosen Bonded before going to
greet the gold herself. He landed several paces away from her and
offered a deep and humble bow to the Queen before him before rising
again. Though, he did not move from his spot for he knew she would
have to give him permission to get any closer. As this was going on,
Gossamer reached Mirage and gave her a forwardly friendly nose nuzzle,
forgetting her manners in her excitement. However, as soon as she'd
done so she pulled away with a small gasp. "Gods, I'm sorry. You
probably don't even remember me. haha. I'm Gossamer and I used to be a
healer in Isilme when we met. You helped me with a quest." Though she
was obviously no longer young and was quite a bit older, her eyes
shone and she held a youthful smile on her face as she spoke, ecstatic
to see an old acquaintance she knew. The mists covered the dragon-like
things following Mirage and Gossamer saw him not.
Vikram
April 14th, 2012 at 1:25pm
It was pleasant to have another's company, without any expectations
involved. Merely companionship and perhaps some small bit of
conversation at times. Silent conversation was all, for the moment,
that passed between them. An ear tilt acknowledged and accepted his
presence and respectful gestures, and that was wholy enough for him.
But then the relative quiet of the marsh was disturbed by a whinny
that rang with joyful recognition, and the massive stallion turned his
head inquiringly toward the sound, though he knew it was not meant for
him. Golden eyes watched in silence as a pale mare with a blue dragon
approached with cautious speed. Their greetings were for Mirage and
Akaith, and a whisper of jealousy stirred within him as he observed
the energetic greetings. At the same time he was rather amused that
this little pale mare didn't seem to notice him at all. It was an
unusual happenstance that teased a small smile to his face.
Akaith came over to him then, and Vikram lowered his head to her with
attentive ears as she spoke of introductions to the small blue. A low,
gentle rumble vibrated in his chest then, his own greeting offered to
the other dragon. He heard his name spoken then, in Mirage's voice,
and he lifted his head from Akaith and the blue to look toward Mirage
and the other mare. More introductions. "It is my pleasure, Lady
Gossamer." He kept his voice low, but pleasant as he greeted her.
Gossamer the Benevolent
April 24th, 2012 at 1:18am
Mirage was kind, but mildly reserved, at the sudden outburst of
friendliness and Gossamer felt mildly embarrassed at her impulsive
actions. Yet, the black mare hadn't NOT welcomed it, so perhaps it was
merely just surprise. The dark mare looked slightly behind her and
introduced her friend, Vikram, an incredibly huge male who appeared to
be both stallion and dragon at the same time. Her initial reaction was
of mild surprise, followed by the beginnings of a head cocking to the
side which was quickly cut off, and then a smile. If he was Mirage's
companion he was good, her voice was warmly musical as she replied to
his kind greeting,
"Pleasure to meet you Vikram, a companion of Mirage is always a
welcome acquaintance. " Lazulli, on the other hand, was instantly
captivated. He flew over to the larger gold and chirruped in a
friendly manner at the stallion-dragon by way if introduction and
greetings before having his attention again caught by the female. She
was the only one he'd seen recently, even one close to his great
age...and she was so very pretty. He couldn't help but gaze, slightly
besotted.
Gossamer whuffled quietly at Lazulli's silly behaviour as Mirage posed
a new question to her, albeit indirectly, about her place in a herd.
She smiled warmly at the obsidian and spoke happily, "I am the
Foothills Chieftess, along with Smoke the Wild Rose as Military
Chieftess, and my mate at my side. I've only met the Dragon's Throat
lead thus far, and I can't say..well...he may speak kindly but his
intentions are dark." She took on a serious face then, troubled at the
thought of having to navigate negotiations with somehorse like Ra.
Poppy
April 24th, 2012 at 2:37am
She did not like the place when she got there, a small shadow for a
ghost, cautiously following in the mist, darting behind clouds to stay
out of sight. She had been stalking Gossamer for a while now, but
cautiously; this was the first time she dared follow the mare away
from the Foothills. She had no idea where her shining white idol was
going, and it did not occur to her that it might be somewhere she did
not like. At this point, gossamer was perfect in the little grey
mare's eyes, and very little could be done to alter that perception.
Still, she really did not like this place. It reeked of decay and
rotten water and sweat and humidity. The energy of the trees here was
foreign, almost frightening to her, and her magic recoiled away from
it. Her vines were drooping, all the flowers wilted and gone from
their tendrils, but still the little grey mare plodded on, determined
to protect her new benefactor from whatever horrors lay beneath the
surface of the murky water. Luckily, the plants outlined for her a
safe path; once she let her hoof slip into the slimy waste, and nearly
shrieked with alarm, frantically withdrawing herself as far from the
much as she could. Of course, while doing this she completely lost
track of Gossamer, the white form of the mare and her bright dragon
disappearing into the mist.
She did not like that.
Frantic now, she sought Gossamer with bloodstained eyes, tripping over
herself as she scrambled to catch up with her pale benefactress. The
marsh was significantly scarier when she was alone, and she couldn't
help but whimper in fear. No. She had to be strong. Slowly, at first,
she set off in the direction Gossamer'd disappeared in, then faster,
then she was barreling blindly through the fog, wanting to get away
from the smell and find people and-
Oof! Blinded by her terror, she'd run into something, chest smacking
the object or individual and bringing her to an abrupt stop. She could
not see anything, and it took her a moment to realize that this was
because her eyes were clamped tightly shut. Cautiously, she opened
them, peering at the surroundings. She could see a flickery black
mare, an ENORMOUS winged scary horse thing, and two colorful and spiny
little shapes. Her eyes opened comically wide, the little grey mare
could only stare in shock, dark vines quivering on her
condensation-covered coat. The only thing that kept her from running
away in terror was the smell of something familiar and calming and-
"Gossamer! Gossamer they're scary I scared why is so dark not safe and
dead I followed you because I can fix things but not the dead things
and scary trees!" Finally out of breath, she stopped, panting, and
shoved herself against Gossamer's side, not caring what the mare
thought. Quivering, the mare dared to peer around her chosen
protector, staring at the two strangers. She had finally figured out
that the blue thing was in fact Lazuli, which calmed her down some,
and now that she was not panicking she could detect a distinct lack of
desire to murder her in the other two.
"Don't eat me."
Mirage
April 25th, 2012 at 1:36pm
The mare felt like she was introducing Vikram to numerous beings
lately, he always seem to tag along with her wanderings – not that she
minded in the least. His presence, though large, did not intimidate
her. What did she have to fear from anyone when she possessed the
magic she did, along with a golden dragon capable of much more than
her size suggested? Though he probably intimidated many other
commoners, Mirage was no common mare, and based purely on the fact
that he had shown nothing but kindness and loyalty to her, she would
do the same – perhaps with a bit of Mirage-flair added to the mix.
Gossamer spoke about holding the black mare’s opinion highly, and
Mirage wondered what she had done in order to receive such trust from
the Pale One. Their time in Isilme was a brief encounter, but one
where Mirage had aided the mare to save her adopted youth – Mirage
wondered if she would have behaved similarly were the roles reversed.
Certainly the dragons got along fine, their ages being so similarly
ancient as well as their birthplaces, they had many memories they
could share. And upon sharing those memories Akaith certainly
confirmed her likeness for the blue, something which undoubtedly
influenced Mirage’s opinion of Gossamer.
Hearing of the pale mare’s success in establishing the herd intrigued
the mare, and she was genuinely happy for her success, but again
wondered if she herself would ever be capable of such things. She
longed for a home much like her homeland, and having not found one
yet, she grew homesick for lands long since vanished into abysmal
darkness. Refusing to allow her spark to life to be dampened, she
continued looking for something that would soother this incessant
itching – it was like an itch that couldn’t be scratched, nothing
seemed to satisfy her yearning. The fact that she barely knew what she
was yearning for didn’t help, though socialising seemed to help, which
made her think that it was indeed herd life she missed. “How
interesting.” Mirage quipped about the leader of the Throat, for she
certainly agreed with the mare. Since their encounter with the strange
lion creature whom Mirage had guessed could transform into an equine,
she did not like the stallion, least of all for the way he treated her
dear friend, Torasin.
“I wonder what the World’s Edge are like, the lands seem to be awfully
quiet in that part of Helovia.” And quietness certainly wasn’t a good
thing. Who knew what they could possibly be planning behind their tall
trees and high cliffs? Thoughts churned within the mare’s cranium over
various things, but they were soon interrupted by a rather loud
clashing of bodies. The grey one that had entered the scene could very
well have been a ghost, her colouring being the same colour as the
mist that hung about them. But the connective thump that had collided
her bodice to Gossamer’s were real enough, and though the obsidian
lady was surprised by the newcomer, she too smelt of the Foothills and
clung to Gossamer’s side. A passing thought as to whether this was one
of Gossamer’s own children fluttered through her head, though she
dismissed it quite shortly after it appeared. Their likeness was only
in their shared paled coats, but even those were quite different, upon
longer inspection of the distraught mare’s. Amusement glittered behind
Mirage’s eyes as the mare yammered on about scary places, though the
mare did absorb that this one potentially held the ability to heal. It
was something she could have used for when Torasin was ailed, but
sheer time and patience had done the trick for him.
The comment about Mirage and Vikram not eating her allowed even more
amusement to roll through her. A look was cast to Vikram, and the
dragons who frolicked nearby, it had been a little while since Mirage
had had some fun. Though she did not want to take advantage of the
mare’s distraught state, she had to do something. The mare moved
towards the giant stallion, at first walking directly towards him,
before altering her path to use his enormous bodice to shield her from
view to the other mares. While she was there her magic stole away her
appearance, leaving behind a shimmering apparition, a foggy memory of
her appearance. Tendrils from her tail moved to whip against her side,
likely brushing against the bay hide of the stallion. She continued
walking forwards, the mists swirling about her mirage, smiling a
devious smile. “I cannot speak for Vikram, little mare.” Her voice was
powerful and accented. “But you do look rather tasty.” Her waltz
continued, her destination aimed to be at the dappled mare’s exposed
side. Once she arrived there, her illusion dropped, and now she spoke
kindly. “Do not fear, there will be no eating of your pretty face
today.” She stood close to them, wanting the one that was afraid to be
able to feel that she was real, warm and equine – certainly not
interested in eating her.
[ ooc : obviously I've sort of based this time-wise to be after Tor
and Mirage got out of the Throat ]
Vikram
April 28th, 2012 at 11:42pm
Humor rose in him as the pale mare's attention finally fell upon his
form, and she responded with confusion and curiosity. This was a mare
he could potentially come to like, he was sure. A smile flickered
across his features then, as his attention varied between mares and
dragons. An ear was tilted toward the conversation while he watched
the smallest of their company. Talk of herds. It was mildly
interesting, even if he did not believe any of it really affected him.
If any had a claim to his loyalty, it was Mirage, and she was as much
of a wanderer as he.
An unexpected thump had him lifting his gaze back toward the mares,
only to discover a third had appeared. He hadn't heard her approach,
but now that he saw her the stallion was bemused by the gray mare who
was clinging so closely to Gossamer, words not quite making sense.
Strange creature.
His gaze flickered to Mirage, unintentionally making eye contact. An
ear twitched, suspecting some mischief, which was quickly proven
correct when the dark mare moved toward him, around him. Obligingly he
shifted his long tail to be as little in the way as possible, head
tilting slightly just in time to see her gather her magic around her
while in the lee of his body. It was a bit of an effort to keep a
straight face, especially when he felt the brush of Mirage's tail
against his leg. His gaze tracked her barely visible form... as she
sauntered right up to the newcomer with joking words meant to tease.
Vikram barely managed to keep from laughing until his dark friend
dropped her magic, at which point he let himself chuckle. A deep,
rumbling sound. "Do not worry yourself over me. I prefer smaller game
when I do supplement my diet." He offered a warm smile then, dipping
his head to make himself seem smaller. A hard feat, considering he
towered over all three of them to start with.
Gossamer the Benevolent
May 3rd, 2012 at 9:17pm
(OOC: Sorry for lateness!!!)
Gossamer heard the mare's reply of the quietness of the Unicorn's land
as of late and agreed. Though she had not, as of yet, made the
necessary diplomatic journey's to both the nearby herdlands, she was
accustomed to meeting them in the Threshold or nodding to her upon her
various travels within the lands. However, as of late these other
horses had been suspiciously absent from the lands and she hadn't seen
Ra anywhere...and sightings of the Unicorns of the Edge had been even
more rare. She hoped they were all alright and no plight had befallen
them. She replied to the mare's comment with a voice that flowed
delicately through the air, "Ah, yes, they have all been as of late.
I've only seen horses from my herd or outcasts. I am incredibly
curious to know whats going on in them." She was just about to comment
to Vikram when she was hit with a wall of bursting thoughts which made
her cringe. Thus, she was unprepared for when Poppy hit her head on.
With a loud "oof!" she swayed on her feet, then sighed and listened
patiently as Poppy let out the torrent of panicked words which then
emitted from her little mouth. She felt for the mare's condition of
mild insanity but, Gossamer had noticed, that the mare had seemed far
more coherent and able to conduct thoughts than she had when the
Benevolent had first found the vine'd mare shivering in the snow.
As Poppy spoke she noticed Mirage getting ready to do something and
smiled as she moved behind Vikram when Poppy said the line "don't eat
me". She chuckled loudly and reassuredly touched her neck, and
whispered "Oh, they're not going to eat you dearie, they're horses
just like me and you!" and then Mirage put on her little play and
Gossamer had to chuckle for she did seem to be quite scary. Hopefully,
her words would reassure the mare enough to keep her from running
away. Though she enjoyed Mirage's playing, she was worried for the fun
made at her little friend's expense. Her delicate mind was not prone
to holding up against such assaults as seeing odd horses, and she had
only just begun getting better through Gossamer's watchful eye and
aid. Hopefully, she would get over the thing quickly, perhaps she'd
even find humor in it.
She smiled at Vikram for his kind words and Lazulli, sensing he could
help, kicked out his hind leg against the sole rock on the little
clearing and stubbed his claw-toe. He chirruped at Poppy loudly,
asking her in his language to come and help him with his hurt toe.
Gossamer smiled at her dragon. He had come to look after the little
mare like one of his own eggs, for he had fathered a few clutches
before and, unusually, stayed with the mother until the hatching.
Therefore, whenever he could help direct her or make her feel better
in any way, he did it, kind soul that he was. She was lucky to have
such a good companion as Lazulli.
Mirage
May 31st, 2012 at 7:06pm
[ OK, so to conclude this thread so that it can be transferred over
when the rest of the Archives are transferred over, basically, all the
ponies eventually get along, with Poppy being scared/nervous but
Mirage/Vikram getting along happily with Goss? Friendships made etc.
The end.]
April 11th, 2012 at 12:53am
What a peculiar place.
It makes my scales crawl. Too much death.
With wonder a black figurine wanders through the misty lands. The
trail she chooses is picked carefully, both her eyes and her bonded’s
going over each step before the hoof meets the unstable loam.
Sometimes a step would be taken and then retracted, but Mirage was a
patient mare, and held a silent determination that allowed her to
traverse even these difficult conditions. She did not walk meekly and
shyly, but rather strode forth with her nape arched, and while he
steps were only slowed by testing the ground for its stability, they
were taken with a purpose. What purpose that was exactly, was unknown,
even to her.
Being a nomad, the mare and her dragon often adapted to the different
lands they were presented with, and walked through them as if they
owned the – though truly they were under no such illusions. They knew
their place amongst the world, and it was with each other, under
no-one’s rules or morals but their own. Being devious in nature meant
that she never had to answer to anyone for her actions, though they
were rarely immoral actions anyway. It was more based on principle,
she should not have to answer to anyone besides her dragon anyway.
Even those she called friends were given information about her because
she simply deemed them trustworthy enough. But then, only Akaith knew
everything about her – just as she knew everything about Akaith.
The golden queen flew slowly nearby, often helping the mare carve her
path through the marshes. Vaguely she remembered a similar place,
though infinitely different at the same time, at Isilme. Where they
had met the pale steed Gunslinger, sadly Mirage reflected upon what
might have happened to him. I do not remember seeing him nor his young
bronze fleeing the lands. The mare stated softly through their special
link. Akaith chirped quietly her response – many had been lost at that
time of turmoil, dragon and equine alike. They had both wept and felt
sorry for the ones who were lost, but did not dwell on such things for
longer than was reasonable. It was not healthy to remain clouded by
despair. On must move on some day.
Besides, it was not like Mirage would be missed by many. Indeed, it
wasn’t often that she even leant her name to the ears of others.
Perhaps to those who were gracious enough to earn her name would
remember her if she were to disappear. Where you go I go. Akaith
stoutly declared. It was a conversation they had shared before, and
the mare smiled as she reassured her beloved that indeed, if either of
them were to ever fall, the other would surely follow. Never could we
be alone, my dear queen. Even when between, we would always have each
other. Akaith needed no explanation as to what between meant. It was
neither here nor there.
The mare reflected on those familiar scents that now drifted through
the lands of Helovia. Familiarity was something that usually took her
longer than a mere season to gain, and yet, she had managed to make
some acquaintances during her time here. The old smells of Isilme were
fading, though it had been a number of years since Mirage had set foot
upon the place, Isilme was a land she would not forget, for many
reasons. It’s scent drug up many memories, and feelings of nostalgia
washed over her as she recalled many great meetings with those who
were bonded, many great tricks and conversations had. Though like
here, when in Isilme, she was but a wanderer, she had made some
friendships that she knew were long gone distant memories.
Those related to the mare by blood were held in a different regard
altogether. Years could pass, and did pass, between their meetings,
but their feelings never changed, and it was always with joy that they
would embrace each other once more. The scents of her brothers were
nearby to the lands of Helovia, and the mare inwardly rejoiced at
their arriving here. Certainly some fun to be had with those ruffians
in town. She laughed with Akaith, the queen sharing in her delight,
for they were her brothers too. Finally, Mirage found a space several
strides in width and length that was solid enough to rest upon. She
did not lie down, but rather stood, her golden gaze peering out across
the eerie marshes, the thoughts slowly churning in their minds. Akaith
settled upon the loam nearby, and there they were, two statuesque
figurines, one bathed in darkness, one in gold.
[ ooc : Gossamer this is for you! But I don’t mind if others want to
come along too :) ]
Vikram
April 11th, 2012 at 9:07am
There was a shadow trailing along in the wake of the black mare, but
not one of the ordinary kind. Indeed, it was not even of the regular
sort of unusual kind. A massive stallion tailed her, at first
mistakable for a simple pegasus when viewed through the mist, but then
one would notice the heavy scales on his breast or the long tail that
swayed gently in the air behind him.
It was Vikram, dragonson and one of the few companions Mirage had
gathered to herself. Though he himself chose primarily to follow her
because of her dragon. But it was no easy task, this following,
between her peculiar magic and the terrain she chose to travel over.
His greater size meant he had to take greater care amongst trees to
not get caught up in their branches, and here.
Here he was wary of the soft mud and brakish water and all they might
conceal, and so walked his head bowed to chest level to keep an eye
out for roots and sunken branches that might trip him up while doing
his best to walk where she had. It was tempting to take to the air
instead, but flight at her pace was something difficult for him to
maintain, not to mention she might evoke her magic and elude him
altogether for a time. No, it was easier to follow her scent and the
sight of the lovely little gold who kept her company.
It was in outward silence that she walked along, and so he gladly kept
that silence, even when her eventual pause led to an opportunity for
him to join her. Muzzle angled toward her soft flank as he moved up
beside her, but he did not touch her uninvited, merely allowed his
warmth breath to cross that space instead while his own golden gaze
lingered for a moment on mare and dragon before roaming over the
distant horizon. Absently he wondered if she waited for someone, or
something, or merely stood and watched for the sake of it. Either way,
he was content to keep this pair company.
Gossamer the Benevolent
April 12th, 2012 at 8:21pm
Through the reeds and seedy stagnant waters weaves a pearlescent mare
who is perceived by the mutated things which swim amongst the
squelching reefs. She moves slowly, but with grace. Once, as a young
mare just barely of age, she had been somewhere like here, but her
mind couldn't quite place that thought for she knew it had not been
this....dark. Gossamer was quite in the here and now, never getting
much time to be free of the tight stays which leadership kept her in.
Only on rare days like today, when another lead was in the herdland
for the day could she venture freely and was not forced to stay on the
path of herdland to threshold and back. On these days her mind often
wandered back to times past and she contemplated what had happened to
all her old friends, to her son Crane, to many others.
She fully intended to merely pass through the landscape. Every few
steps, something would stir within the depths of the small ponds and
make unsettling splashes, setting off various worrisome thoughts from
both her mind and that of her companion, Lazulli."This place stinks, I
don't like it in the least.", Lazulli sent her. While her dragon
stared at these waters with clear distaste from her back, Gossamer
looked at what floated within them and was startled. There were horses
in some, dozens and dozens, and it looked like a gruesome burial site
for the masses. The place was filled with so much death and sadness
that she couldn't help but be jumpy at the though of what must have
occurred here in the past. That was the problem, she found, with all
herds: they liked to war. Not hers, no, she was determined to build an
empire of intellectuals and peacekeepers who would offer haven and
innovations all in one. How to do this was another matter all
together. Perhaps she could hold a herd meeting where all could vote
on whether or not they wanted various things and that would be how she
made her headway? She would have to tell Smoke this plan as it seemed
a rather good one. Indy hadn't been around lately and she felt lonely
after so many years spent wandering with just him..perhaps he had
become tired of her...perhaps she would become alone? Lazulli flopped
on her back like a cat laying on a branch with his head nestled into
the mane on her withers, he lovingly said "I will never leave you my
bonded and so you will never be alone." Guiltily she swung her head
about to nuzzle his nose. No, she would never be truly alone. Just as
they were about to turn about and head out of this hopeless land she
caught a whiff of mental thought on the wind. It was so similar to one
that she remembered from long ago that she couldn't help but walk
towards it.
She moved carefully and before she knew it she saw the mare, black as
night and slightly blurry. Oh! That was Mirage, the nice mare who had
helped her with her quest for Aarde! In her excitement, she whinnied
and trotted forward to the spot of clear land where the mare stood as
she happily called out in her smooth, musical voice, Mirage! Mirage!
It is me, Gossamer!.
Lazulli, remembering the mare, hopped off Gossamer's back and flew to
Mirage where he plopped down on her back without asking(a trait he
seemed to have picked up that Gossamer wasn't particularly fond of)
and bowed a dragonly bow to the gold's chosen Bonded before going to
greet the gold herself. He landed several paces away from her and
offered a deep and humble bow to the Queen before him before rising
again. Though, he did not move from his spot for he knew she would
have to give him permission to get any closer. As this was going on,
Gossamer reached Mirage and gave her a forwardly friendly nose nuzzle,
forgetting her manners in her excitement. However, as soon as she'd
done so she pulled away with a small gasp. "Gods, I'm sorry. You
probably don't even remember me. haha. I'm Gossamer and I used to be a
healer in Isilme when we met. You helped me with a quest." Though she
was obviously no longer young and was quite a bit older, her eyes
shone and she held a youthful smile on her face as she spoke, ecstatic
to see an old acquaintance she knew. The mists covered the dragon-like
things following Mirage and Gossamer saw him not.
Mirage
April 14th, 2012 at 6:05am
Through the reeds and seedy stagnant waters weaves a pearlescent mare
who is perceived by the mutated things which swim amongst the
squelching reefs. She moves slowly, but with grace. Once, as a young
mare just barely of age, she had been somewhere like here, but her
mind couldn't quite place that thought for she knew it had not been
this....dark. Gossamer was quite in the here and now, never getting
much time to be free of the tight stays which leadership kept her in.
Only on rare days like today, when another lead was in the herdland
for the day could she venture freely and was not forced to stay on the
path of herdland to threshold and back. On these days her mind often
wandered back to times past and she contemplated what had happened to
all her old friends, to her son Crane, to many others.
She fully intended to merely pass through the landscape. Every few
steps, something would stir within the depths of the small ponds and
make unsettling splashes, setting off various worrisome thoughts from
both her mind and that of her companion, Lazulli."This place stinks, I
don't like it in the least.", Lazulli sent her. While her dragon
stared at these waters with clear distaste from her back, Gossamer
looked at what floated within them and was startled. There were horses
in some, dozens and dozens, and it looked like a gruesome burial site
for the masses. The place was filled with so much death and sadness
that she couldn't help but be jumpy at the though of what must have
occurred here in the past. That was the problem, she found, with all
herds: they liked to war. Not hers, no, she was determined to build an
empire of intellectuals and peacekeepers who would offer haven and
innovations all in one. How to do this was another matter all
together. Perhaps she could hold a herd meeting where all could vote
on whether or not they wanted various things and that would be how she
made her headway? She would have to tell Smoke this plan as it seemed
a rather good one. Indy hadn't been around lately and she felt lonely
after so many years spent wandering with just him..perhaps he had
become tired of her...perhaps she would become alone? Lazulli flopped
on her back like a cat laying on a branch with his head nestled into
the mane on her withers, he lovingly said "I will never leave you my
bonded and so you will never be alone." Guiltily she swung her head
about to nuzzle his nose. No, she would never be truly alone. Just as
they were about to turn about and head out of this hopeless land she
caught a whiff of mental thought on the wind. It was so similar to one
that she remembered from long ago that she couldn't help but walk
towards it.
She moved carefully and before she knew it she saw the mare, black as
night and slightly blurry. Oh! That was Mirage, the nice mare who had
helped her with her quest for Aarde! In her excitement, she whinnied
and trotted forward to the spot of clear land where the mare stood as
she happily called out in her smooth, musical voice, Mirage! Mirage!
It is me, Gossamer!.
Lazulli, remembering the mare, hopped off Gossamer's back and flew to
Mirage where he plopped down on her back without asking(a trait he
seemed to have picked up that Gossamer wasn't particularly fond of)
and bowed a dragonly bow to the gold's chosen Bonded before going to
greet the gold herself. He landed several paces away from her and
offered a deep and humble bow to the Queen before him before rising
again. Though, he did not move from his spot for he knew she would
have to give him permission to get any closer. As this was going on,
Gossamer reached Mirage and gave her a forwardly friendly nose nuzzle,
forgetting her manners in her excitement. However, as soon as she'd
done so she pulled away with a small gasp. "Gods, I'm sorry. You
probably don't even remember me. haha. I'm Gossamer and I used to be a
healer in Isilme when we met. You helped me with a quest." Though she
was obviously no longer young and was quite a bit older, her eyes
shone and she held a youthful smile on her face as she spoke, ecstatic
to see an old acquaintance she knew. The mists covered the dragon-like
things following Mirage and Gossamer saw him not.
Vikram
April 14th, 2012 at 1:25pm
It was pleasant to have another's company, without any expectations
involved. Merely companionship and perhaps some small bit of
conversation at times. Silent conversation was all, for the moment,
that passed between them. An ear tilt acknowledged and accepted his
presence and respectful gestures, and that was wholy enough for him.
But then the relative quiet of the marsh was disturbed by a whinny
that rang with joyful recognition, and the massive stallion turned his
head inquiringly toward the sound, though he knew it was not meant for
him. Golden eyes watched in silence as a pale mare with a blue dragon
approached with cautious speed. Their greetings were for Mirage and
Akaith, and a whisper of jealousy stirred within him as he observed
the energetic greetings. At the same time he was rather amused that
this little pale mare didn't seem to notice him at all. It was an
unusual happenstance that teased a small smile to his face.
Akaith came over to him then, and Vikram lowered his head to her with
attentive ears as she spoke of introductions to the small blue. A low,
gentle rumble vibrated in his chest then, his own greeting offered to
the other dragon. He heard his name spoken then, in Mirage's voice,
and he lifted his head from Akaith and the blue to look toward Mirage
and the other mare. More introductions. "It is my pleasure, Lady
Gossamer." He kept his voice low, but pleasant as he greeted her.
Gossamer the Benevolent
April 24th, 2012 at 1:18am
Mirage was kind, but mildly reserved, at the sudden outburst of
friendliness and Gossamer felt mildly embarrassed at her impulsive
actions. Yet, the black mare hadn't NOT welcomed it, so perhaps it was
merely just surprise. The dark mare looked slightly behind her and
introduced her friend, Vikram, an incredibly huge male who appeared to
be both stallion and dragon at the same time. Her initial reaction was
of mild surprise, followed by the beginnings of a head cocking to the
side which was quickly cut off, and then a smile. If he was Mirage's
companion he was good, her voice was warmly musical as she replied to
his kind greeting,
"Pleasure to meet you Vikram, a companion of Mirage is always a
welcome acquaintance. " Lazulli, on the other hand, was instantly
captivated. He flew over to the larger gold and chirruped in a
friendly manner at the stallion-dragon by way if introduction and
greetings before having his attention again caught by the female. She
was the only one he'd seen recently, even one close to his great
age...and she was so very pretty. He couldn't help but gaze, slightly
besotted.
Gossamer whuffled quietly at Lazulli's silly behaviour as Mirage posed
a new question to her, albeit indirectly, about her place in a herd.
She smiled warmly at the obsidian and spoke happily, "I am the
Foothills Chieftess, along with Smoke the Wild Rose as Military
Chieftess, and my mate at my side. I've only met the Dragon's Throat
lead thus far, and I can't say..well...he may speak kindly but his
intentions are dark." She took on a serious face then, troubled at the
thought of having to navigate negotiations with somehorse like Ra.
Poppy
April 24th, 2012 at 2:37am
She did not like the place when she got there, a small shadow for a
ghost, cautiously following in the mist, darting behind clouds to stay
out of sight. She had been stalking Gossamer for a while now, but
cautiously; this was the first time she dared follow the mare away
from the Foothills. She had no idea where her shining white idol was
going, and it did not occur to her that it might be somewhere she did
not like. At this point, gossamer was perfect in the little grey
mare's eyes, and very little could be done to alter that perception.
Still, she really did not like this place. It reeked of decay and
rotten water and sweat and humidity. The energy of the trees here was
foreign, almost frightening to her, and her magic recoiled away from
it. Her vines were drooping, all the flowers wilted and gone from
their tendrils, but still the little grey mare plodded on, determined
to protect her new benefactor from whatever horrors lay beneath the
surface of the murky water. Luckily, the plants outlined for her a
safe path; once she let her hoof slip into the slimy waste, and nearly
shrieked with alarm, frantically withdrawing herself as far from the
much as she could. Of course, while doing this she completely lost
track of Gossamer, the white form of the mare and her bright dragon
disappearing into the mist.
She did not like that.
Frantic now, she sought Gossamer with bloodstained eyes, tripping over
herself as she scrambled to catch up with her pale benefactress. The
marsh was significantly scarier when she was alone, and she couldn't
help but whimper in fear. No. She had to be strong. Slowly, at first,
she set off in the direction Gossamer'd disappeared in, then faster,
then she was barreling blindly through the fog, wanting to get away
from the smell and find people and-
Oof! Blinded by her terror, she'd run into something, chest smacking
the object or individual and bringing her to an abrupt stop. She could
not see anything, and it took her a moment to realize that this was
because her eyes were clamped tightly shut. Cautiously, she opened
them, peering at the surroundings. She could see a flickery black
mare, an ENORMOUS winged scary horse thing, and two colorful and spiny
little shapes. Her eyes opened comically wide, the little grey mare
could only stare in shock, dark vines quivering on her
condensation-covered coat. The only thing that kept her from running
away in terror was the smell of something familiar and calming and-
"Gossamer! Gossamer they're scary I scared why is so dark not safe and
dead I followed you because I can fix things but not the dead things
and scary trees!" Finally out of breath, she stopped, panting, and
shoved herself against Gossamer's side, not caring what the mare
thought. Quivering, the mare dared to peer around her chosen
protector, staring at the two strangers. She had finally figured out
that the blue thing was in fact Lazuli, which calmed her down some,
and now that she was not panicking she could detect a distinct lack of
desire to murder her in the other two.
"Don't eat me."
Mirage
April 25th, 2012 at 1:36pm
The mare felt like she was introducing Vikram to numerous beings
lately, he always seem to tag along with her wanderings – not that she
minded in the least. His presence, though large, did not intimidate
her. What did she have to fear from anyone when she possessed the
magic she did, along with a golden dragon capable of much more than
her size suggested? Though he probably intimidated many other
commoners, Mirage was no common mare, and based purely on the fact
that he had shown nothing but kindness and loyalty to her, she would
do the same – perhaps with a bit of Mirage-flair added to the mix.
Gossamer spoke about holding the black mare’s opinion highly, and
Mirage wondered what she had done in order to receive such trust from
the Pale One. Their time in Isilme was a brief encounter, but one
where Mirage had aided the mare to save her adopted youth – Mirage
wondered if she would have behaved similarly were the roles reversed.
Certainly the dragons got along fine, their ages being so similarly
ancient as well as their birthplaces, they had many memories they
could share. And upon sharing those memories Akaith certainly
confirmed her likeness for the blue, something which undoubtedly
influenced Mirage’s opinion of Gossamer.
Hearing of the pale mare’s success in establishing the herd intrigued
the mare, and she was genuinely happy for her success, but again
wondered if she herself would ever be capable of such things. She
longed for a home much like her homeland, and having not found one
yet, she grew homesick for lands long since vanished into abysmal
darkness. Refusing to allow her spark to life to be dampened, she
continued looking for something that would soother this incessant
itching – it was like an itch that couldn’t be scratched, nothing
seemed to satisfy her yearning. The fact that she barely knew what she
was yearning for didn’t help, though socialising seemed to help, which
made her think that it was indeed herd life she missed. “How
interesting.” Mirage quipped about the leader of the Throat, for she
certainly agreed with the mare. Since their encounter with the strange
lion creature whom Mirage had guessed could transform into an equine,
she did not like the stallion, least of all for the way he treated her
dear friend, Torasin.
“I wonder what the World’s Edge are like, the lands seem to be awfully
quiet in that part of Helovia.” And quietness certainly wasn’t a good
thing. Who knew what they could possibly be planning behind their tall
trees and high cliffs? Thoughts churned within the mare’s cranium over
various things, but they were soon interrupted by a rather loud
clashing of bodies. The grey one that had entered the scene could very
well have been a ghost, her colouring being the same colour as the
mist that hung about them. But the connective thump that had collided
her bodice to Gossamer’s were real enough, and though the obsidian
lady was surprised by the newcomer, she too smelt of the Foothills and
clung to Gossamer’s side. A passing thought as to whether this was one
of Gossamer’s own children fluttered through her head, though she
dismissed it quite shortly after it appeared. Their likeness was only
in their shared paled coats, but even those were quite different, upon
longer inspection of the distraught mare’s. Amusement glittered behind
Mirage’s eyes as the mare yammered on about scary places, though the
mare did absorb that this one potentially held the ability to heal. It
was something she could have used for when Torasin was ailed, but
sheer time and patience had done the trick for him.
The comment about Mirage and Vikram not eating her allowed even more
amusement to roll through her. A look was cast to Vikram, and the
dragons who frolicked nearby, it had been a little while since Mirage
had had some fun. Though she did not want to take advantage of the
mare’s distraught state, she had to do something. The mare moved
towards the giant stallion, at first walking directly towards him,
before altering her path to use his enormous bodice to shield her from
view to the other mares. While she was there her magic stole away her
appearance, leaving behind a shimmering apparition, a foggy memory of
her appearance. Tendrils from her tail moved to whip against her side,
likely brushing against the bay hide of the stallion. She continued
walking forwards, the mists swirling about her mirage, smiling a
devious smile. “I cannot speak for Vikram, little mare.” Her voice was
powerful and accented. “But you do look rather tasty.” Her waltz
continued, her destination aimed to be at the dappled mare’s exposed
side. Once she arrived there, her illusion dropped, and now she spoke
kindly. “Do not fear, there will be no eating of your pretty face
today.” She stood close to them, wanting the one that was afraid to be
able to feel that she was real, warm and equine – certainly not
interested in eating her.
[ ooc : obviously I've sort of based this time-wise to be after Tor
and Mirage got out of the Throat ]
Vikram
April 28th, 2012 at 11:42pm
Humor rose in him as the pale mare's attention finally fell upon his
form, and she responded with confusion and curiosity. This was a mare
he could potentially come to like, he was sure. A smile flickered
across his features then, as his attention varied between mares and
dragons. An ear was tilted toward the conversation while he watched
the smallest of their company. Talk of herds. It was mildly
interesting, even if he did not believe any of it really affected him.
If any had a claim to his loyalty, it was Mirage, and she was as much
of a wanderer as he.
An unexpected thump had him lifting his gaze back toward the mares,
only to discover a third had appeared. He hadn't heard her approach,
but now that he saw her the stallion was bemused by the gray mare who
was clinging so closely to Gossamer, words not quite making sense.
Strange creature.
His gaze flickered to Mirage, unintentionally making eye contact. An
ear twitched, suspecting some mischief, which was quickly proven
correct when the dark mare moved toward him, around him. Obligingly he
shifted his long tail to be as little in the way as possible, head
tilting slightly just in time to see her gather her magic around her
while in the lee of his body. It was a bit of an effort to keep a
straight face, especially when he felt the brush of Mirage's tail
against his leg. His gaze tracked her barely visible form... as she
sauntered right up to the newcomer with joking words meant to tease.
Vikram barely managed to keep from laughing until his dark friend
dropped her magic, at which point he let himself chuckle. A deep,
rumbling sound. "Do not worry yourself over me. I prefer smaller game
when I do supplement my diet." He offered a warm smile then, dipping
his head to make himself seem smaller. A hard feat, considering he
towered over all three of them to start with.
Gossamer the Benevolent
May 3rd, 2012 at 9:17pm
(OOC: Sorry for lateness!!!)
Gossamer heard the mare's reply of the quietness of the Unicorn's land
as of late and agreed. Though she had not, as of yet, made the
necessary diplomatic journey's to both the nearby herdlands, she was
accustomed to meeting them in the Threshold or nodding to her upon her
various travels within the lands. However, as of late these other
horses had been suspiciously absent from the lands and she hadn't seen
Ra anywhere...and sightings of the Unicorns of the Edge had been even
more rare. She hoped they were all alright and no plight had befallen
them. She replied to the mare's comment with a voice that flowed
delicately through the air, "Ah, yes, they have all been as of late.
I've only seen horses from my herd or outcasts. I am incredibly
curious to know whats going on in them." She was just about to comment
to Vikram when she was hit with a wall of bursting thoughts which made
her cringe. Thus, she was unprepared for when Poppy hit her head on.
With a loud "oof!" she swayed on her feet, then sighed and listened
patiently as Poppy let out the torrent of panicked words which then
emitted from her little mouth. She felt for the mare's condition of
mild insanity but, Gossamer had noticed, that the mare had seemed far
more coherent and able to conduct thoughts than she had when the
Benevolent had first found the vine'd mare shivering in the snow.
As Poppy spoke she noticed Mirage getting ready to do something and
smiled as she moved behind Vikram when Poppy said the line "don't eat
me". She chuckled loudly and reassuredly touched her neck, and
whispered "Oh, they're not going to eat you dearie, they're horses
just like me and you!" and then Mirage put on her little play and
Gossamer had to chuckle for she did seem to be quite scary. Hopefully,
her words would reassure the mare enough to keep her from running
away. Though she enjoyed Mirage's playing, she was worried for the fun
made at her little friend's expense. Her delicate mind was not prone
to holding up against such assaults as seeing odd horses, and she had
only just begun getting better through Gossamer's watchful eye and
aid. Hopefully, she would get over the thing quickly, perhaps she'd
even find humor in it.
She smiled at Vikram for his kind words and Lazulli, sensing he could
help, kicked out his hind leg against the sole rock on the little
clearing and stubbed his claw-toe. He chirruped at Poppy loudly,
asking her in his language to come and help him with his hurt toe.
Gossamer smiled at her dragon. He had come to look after the little
mare like one of his own eggs, for he had fathered a few clutches
before and, unusually, stayed with the mother until the hatching.
Therefore, whenever he could help direct her or make her feel better
in any way, he did it, kind soul that he was. She was lucky to have
such a good companion as Lazulli.
Mirage
May 31st, 2012 at 7:06pm
[ OK, so to conclude this thread so that it can be transferred over
when the rest of the Archives are transferred over, basically, all the
ponies eventually get along, with Poppy being scared/nervous but
Mirage/Vikram getting along happily with Goss? Friendships made etc.
The end.]
