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04-04-2015, 05:37 PM
for @[Voodoo] but if there's someone on patrol that would check out the mysterious visitor they have my permission to pop in for a bit! || pre-invasion, end of Tallsun (sorry Nev, couldn't wait! <3)
It was with some reluctance that Hemlock agreed to accompany Alysanne to the Throat - he wondered if a visit with Voodoo would cheer her up. As much as he wasn’t overly fond of the black and red unicorn, he was a good deal better than that Miykael fellow she had been hanging around more often. The fabricated life she had been building around herself was beginning to wear on the Doctor - she was spending as little time in the Edge as possible now, even skirting her responsibilities. She’d have to talk to Kaj about that, maybe when she returned. Perhaps she wasn’t meant to be a Moon Doctor.
There was a part of her, and it wasn’t small, that wished that she could just not return to the Edge at all. Not deal with anything that waited for her there.
That wasn’t how she was going to solve her problems and, of course, as soon as she thought that she would think of exceptions. She couldn’t leave her daughter, her son, Kahlua, or Brisa. Even Resplendence had grown on her, though she had been doing significantly better since Quilyan’s return. Hardly needed to be checked in on any more!
They spent the trip mostly in silence, Hemlock occasionally trying to tell a joke to cheer her up, but after leaving her home she felt a little lighter - which in turn enhanced the guilt. She was not entirely sure what she was looking for on this trip, perhaps some explanation to the quickening of her heart whenever she thought about the quiet stallion she wanted to visit.
The sun was setting as she arrived - she hoped that their previous encounters were an indication that Voodoo was usually out and about at this time of day and into the night. She had never been here before, the last time she tried to make the trip to visit her friend they had found each other near the Heart instead, and was surprised to find out that the Throat was an island, completely severed from the rest of Helovia. How did Voodoo and the others without wings get to their home? Green eyes scanned the beach for a bridge or a clue but found nothing.
And now she had the dilemma of being unsure of what to do next. Flying to the Throat seemed rude, being without permission to actually enter so she lingered at the edge of the water. Undoubtedly, someone would be on patrol - there was always someone on patrol around the herd lands she had seen. So she lingered where the ocean met the hard sand, Hemlock perched atop her head, and decided it couldn’t hurt to wait a couple moments. Maybe someone would spot her and be able to help her out!
It was with some reluctance that Hemlock agreed to accompany Alysanne to the Throat - he wondered if a visit with Voodoo would cheer her up. As much as he wasn’t overly fond of the black and red unicorn, he was a good deal better than that Miykael fellow she had been hanging around more often. The fabricated life she had been building around herself was beginning to wear on the Doctor - she was spending as little time in the Edge as possible now, even skirting her responsibilities. She’d have to talk to Kaj about that, maybe when she returned. Perhaps she wasn’t meant to be a Moon Doctor.
There was a part of her, and it wasn’t small, that wished that she could just not return to the Edge at all. Not deal with anything that waited for her there.
That wasn’t how she was going to solve her problems and, of course, as soon as she thought that she would think of exceptions. She couldn’t leave her daughter, her son, Kahlua, or Brisa. Even Resplendence had grown on her, though she had been doing significantly better since Quilyan’s return. Hardly needed to be checked in on any more!
They spent the trip mostly in silence, Hemlock occasionally trying to tell a joke to cheer her up, but after leaving her home she felt a little lighter - which in turn enhanced the guilt. She was not entirely sure what she was looking for on this trip, perhaps some explanation to the quickening of her heart whenever she thought about the quiet stallion she wanted to visit.
The sun was setting as she arrived - she hoped that their previous encounters were an indication that Voodoo was usually out and about at this time of day and into the night. She had never been here before, the last time she tried to make the trip to visit her friend they had found each other near the Heart instead, and was surprised to find out that the Throat was an island, completely severed from the rest of Helovia. How did Voodoo and the others without wings get to their home? Green eyes scanned the beach for a bridge or a clue but found nothing.
And now she had the dilemma of being unsure of what to do next. Flying to the Throat seemed rude, being without permission to actually enter so she lingered at the edge of the water. Undoubtedly, someone would be on patrol - there was always someone on patrol around the herd lands she had seen. So she lingered where the ocean met the hard sand, Hemlock perched atop her head, and decided it couldn’t hurt to wait a couple moments. Maybe someone would spot her and be able to help her out!
Alysanne
-----take my hand and take my
--------------whole life too
----'cause I can't help
-----falling in love
------with you
--------------whole life too
----'cause I can't help
-----falling in love
------with you
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