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Helovia Info
Helovia opened in February 2012! We are an active fantasy equine RPG
Where once the world narrowed into naught but gray dust and desolation, the gods called for life. Wielding the elements of fire and light, dark and wind, earth and water, spark and time, they have created Helovia. The realm is set within the mythical globe of Loorien, a planet rich with all variety of creatures and blessed with all manner of magic. Originally populated by nomadic, tribal characters, they've since grown into massive empires saturated with culture and history. Separated into four distinct segments of Helovia, called "The Regions," each band of horse strong enough and capable enough, took up the power and responsibility of leadership. Unicorns, old, wise and mysterious, took to the north, hidden in forests of mists and shadows and rarely making themselves known beyond their cliffs of the World's Edge. Equines, vast, organized and militaristic, split into two, one group went north to the Windtossed Foothills and the other group went south to the Dragon's Throat. Pegasus remained nomadic, making their homes in various parts of The Wilds in a migratory manner. For many generations, the land was peaceful and calm, but peace was never the way of the gods. With a clash of argument, war and bloodshed massacred Helovia, and in the aftermath, the realm was eerily quiet. Now, as newcomers sweep into this land, they are met with the lingering bitterness of the gods and the struggle to reclaim what was lost. Nothing remains safe or certain while sorcerers and soldiers alike brood and bide their time for revenge, honor and glory.
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Kaos :: The Beginning of the End ☼ - 6/2017 - Kaos placed Helovia in a time-bubble for a short period of time, but the Helovian gods are fighting back. But Kaos is powerful- far more powerful than anyone thought. This may be the beginning of the end of Helovia as we know it.
Kisamoa :: A New Kind of Kaos ☼ - 3/2017 - Kisamoa asks Helovians to help him restore the Spectral Marsh. Which side will you choose?
Invasions :: All Out War ☼ - 5/2/16 - New layout and the brand new invasion rules are up! Thank you for your patience and we look forward to getting started with this new adventure.
The Rift :: Gods Do Die ☼ - 8/2015 - Helovia Gods are saving the Rift from corrupt gods! Can Helovians band together against these foreign deities?
The Literal Ship ☼ - 2/8/15 - Oh no! You have to pair up for Valentine's day!
Sky Island :: Murder ☼ - 10/25/14 - Vesta has been found dead on the island, and the gods have called to you to solve the murder!
Sky Island :: Peace ☼ - 7/7/14 - An island has appeared in the sky! Clouds carry Helovians from the Veins to the sky.
Restoration :: We Welcome the Dawn ☼ - 9/21/13 - The sun has finally risen on this day, giving the land new light, but the Time God and the Sun God have yet to be seen.
Endless Night :: Broken Magic Plot ☼ - 8/30/13 - The earth god has returned and is walking across Helovia to heal the land. Every area can now be considered lush and prosperous, but the sun has still not risen.
☼ - 7/19/13 - The moon has risen in the sky, heralding the return of the Goddess of the moon. Lamp trees which light the paths have grown brighter, moon flowers which grow in dark places have begun to grow and prosper and the world is brighter, filled with a new hope.
Endless Night :: Dead Magic Plot ☼ - 6/22/13 - The gods of Helovia, in order to protect the world, have disappeared into the rift, leaving the world sunless, moonless and magic-less in their absence. Only the herdlands have a source of light, but lamp-trees with glowing leaves and branches sporadically line the popular roads and paths from place to place.
Doppleganger Plot ☼ - 6/20/13 - The God of Time is still struggling to close the rift though which the dopplegangers have come. He has requested that his brothers and sister assist in closing this hole, but without knowing why it opened, the task is proving difficult. Magic still remains faulty and hard to control, but the herdlands continue to be places of refuge for those who are fortunate enough to call these lands home.
ORANGEMOON cools off the lands with a a viscious force. Colder than normal, a sign of things to come during Frostfall, Helovia is bathed in a rich tropical lushness - albiet a cold one. The coastlines of the Dragon's Throat are pelted constantly by tidal waves, and the desert climate is humid but chilly. Ice begins to form early in the Aurora Basin leaving the winding trails slick and dangerous. The mists of the World's Edge coat everything in a glistening crystalline shine which encourages mould to grow everywhere. The Spectral Marsh is the only area which remains fertile, blissfully temperature and lush.
Cotm
Character of the Month for
June, 2017
WEAVER, Corporal of the Aurora Basin, is a relatively recent addition to Helovia and has taken it by storm. Branded with the seal of Death on her chest, intrigue and interest follow both her past and present. Though she is assuredly beautiful, her sometimes sharp personality reveals that there is more to this uni-peg hybrid than meets the eye. Proving herself able on the battlefield in the Basin’s warrior ranks, we can’t wait to see her test her mettle against the looming Kaos happenings! Congratulations!
Helovia RPG was created by Tamme and Blu and coded by Tamme also known as Schwartze. All coding, palettes and imagery are copyrighted to the website and are not for use outside of Helovia. Thank you to our ServerMaster for hosting Helovia. A special thanks goes to Neo for all of her coding help and fixing Tamme's errors, Boom, for her loyal service and creation of the Time God, and to Ali for her consistent contributions and dedication.
The night sky was dark, oddly devoid of the moon that the angel was so used to seeing. Her bi-colored eyes searched the stars restlessly, as though in their spread lay the answers to her questions, her anxieties, her fears. She was particularly uneasy this evening as she paced to and fro along the edges of the little lake, waiting, watching...
But what was she waiting for? She had returned to her lover's open wings and, like so many times before, they had easily agreed to forgive and forget. She had extracted his promise, his sworn word that he was hers, and hers alone. She had returned to the Dragon's Throat and spent her pregnancy in solitude, using the time to think of the past, to plan for the future... and yet still, she was unsatisfied. There was so much more for her ahead, more to do and more to be - and yet again, here she was, trapped behind her stronger, more competent Sultan and forever following in his footsteps.
When would she make a name for herself? When would anyone see her as an individual, rather than the WildFire's more graceful, more loquacious half?
The pains started gradually, building and cresting as they had so many times before, crawling from her belly along her sides and to her spine. She continued her pacing, ignoring them for a while, until finally the spurring pangs of labor forced her to her knees. She did not make a sound save for the occasional grunt; rather, this time she chose to grit her teeth and ride it out. There would be no solace in the presence of her mate or any friends, for they were all long gone, having either left for good or gone temporarily on a mission. She had distanced herself for a reason - tonight, she had something to prove.
The birth was easy, as it is when one has done it so many times. Astreaus circled on silent sparks above, a marker for any who cared to see the Transcended's new offspring. He did not alight, even after, as the angel heaved herself to her feet and set herself to the task of cleaning the twins. -Twins again,- he commented silently through the bond, as though questioning whether he should be pleased. Indeed, she replied, equally silent. They are stronger this time, though. And so it was: both appeared healthy, and the dove breathed a sigh of relief.
"Up now, young ones," she encouraged softly, her voice a gentle echo across the surface of the water. "Let us show them all how strong we are."
"Talk talk talk."
@[name]
Sohalia Don't wanna leave this life knowing I barely tried...
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"Sticks and Stones Will Break Your Bones and Leave You Lyin' In The Mud"
In the dark of night the prince was born, first of the lineage now blessed by the Gods themselves.
He had arrived normal, a small pegasus colt greedily gulping down his first breaths of air. Yet from the moment the boy was introduced to the night he began to change. As his dam's tongue swept over him, cleaning him, his body began it's new shift, skin reddening, muscles laid bare before they gave way to the organs beneath. For a moment his heart could be seen, pumping vigorously. His lungs swelling and collapsing with each deep breath. Then they too were gone, until nothing remained but the bones and earth beneath him, and the faintest outline of a foal, a shimmer barely noticeable at first glance.
However the child was not dead. Invisible eyes slowly opened, gazing around as he raised his head, skull turning as he looked for the source of what he knew as 'Mother'. He found her, and simply stared for a time. In the dark she practically glowed, angelic and forever burned into his fresh mind, the first picture in a long album of memories that would never fade. Her words had his ears pricking, and while he could not understand yet, a primal need had him unfurling skeletal limbs, bone wings twitching instinctively as he flailed, long legs scrabbling at the ground for purchase.
T'was hunger that first drove the wolf to kill, and t'was hunger that drove the prince to fight to his feet on legs that seemed too long for his body. He rose, then fell, only to rise again with the determination of instinct and need. Only once more did the earth claim him before he stood, precariously, on all four legs, his skull raised proudly at the first milestone in his life.
His need forgotten in the glow of triumph, the boy turned his head to gaze for the first time upon his sister-dear, his twin. His head moved forward, towards the more normal of the pair even as his fuzzy vision showed him her, and the way the world seemed to brighten at her presence, grow more vivid as if in celebration of the second of the Blessed.
The boy was of dark as the girl was of light.
Later the child would find this amusing, but for now he was merely curious of the world around him, a world he could not quite see yet however the hunger returned with a vengeance, and on trembling bones the boy stumbled towards his mother, head rubbing against her belly before he found the source to continue his life. Skeletal tail slapped against invisible thighs as he drank, and with the drink came strength that banished the unstable trembling in his legs.
Hawke had reached his second milestone.
"Blah blah."
OOC: YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY
"But You Get Scared When We're Alone Like I Might Suck Your Blood."
The Dreamwalker was birthed startled, her mind struggling to grasp just what had happened. She slowly raises her head, body awakening to the sensations of movement and being alive. Beside two warm masses the girl finally opens her coloured eyes to the world. One green and one blue they look over the changing mass beside her, the would she would come to know as her brother. His strange form quickly becomes the norm for the filly, she would soon learn how he differed from others though. How some would fear him because of this strangeness. The chill of the night's air rolls over her small and nimble body, yet she barely feels it as she struggles to rise and stand beside her brother. Shaking stems hold her body up for a moment before they collapse under the new weight, sending the girl sprawling on the ground. Wings stretch in annoyance, reaching their full berth before becoming tucked tightly back at her side. Again the girl struggles to her feet, this time as she successfully stands and looks up at her mother proudly. Legs stumble and trip often in the short distance to her brothers side, wanting to also have a feed from their mother.
Standing beside the boy she takes her own drink, filling her small belly with the warmth her mother provides. As she stands still the grass rustles around her feet, the green coming to life even under the hueless light that provided the sense of sight for the family. Once the girl had drank her full, she stumbled away from her mother, only a few steps to the side as she began to take in the world. This was her world, this was her land and one day she would truly know what it all meant. Yet for now, for now she would stay with her mother and brother. Together she would be introduced to the land, discover what it meant to be apart of this world.
Like walking into a dream, so unlike what you've seen. So unsure but it seems like we've been waiting for you.
The dove had never dreamed of bearing so many children; she had thought even less so of the possibility of carrying twins. Yet most of her children had been just that - one of a pair, forever tied to a sibling in more than the usual way. Seven children she had borne and six of them were one of a set. She wondered vaguely what it was like, to have such a bond. Surely it was less than that of a mare and her companion; and yet it was more than that of siblings separated by years. As she cleaned the pair, her tongue rasping gently over first one babe, then the other, she pondered.
The colt was dark, but not for long. The angel gasped in awe as his skin melted slowly away, revealing the long sinew of muscle. It was but a moment before this, too, faded away, and she watched, breathless, frightened but entranced, as his little heart beat frantically and his lungs swelled with each breath - and then the organs were gone, leaving nothing but bones glowing in the starlight. "Gods preserve me," she breathed, pressing her muzzle against her son's invisible flesh. He was very much alive, but this magic was unlike any she had ever seen. "Dearest Hawke," she christened him. Later, she would guess that it stemmed from her own ability to commune with the dead, but for now, she merely shuddered and turned her attention to her newest daughter.
The filly was everything her brother was not, bringing life to heel even as a newborn as flowers and grass blossomed beside her. She was the first of the dove's children to share her mother's petite build, and though she mimicked her father in color, the Transcended realized that there was just as much of her in their daughter as there was Gaucho. Her eyes, vivid blue and green, were almost a perfect match to the angel's. "Beautiful Aelin," the dove murmured.
The pair struggled haphazardly to their feet, bringing a sweet smile to their mother's face. This had been the easiest birth by far, and the healthiest babes; suddenly she regretted her solitude, wishing nothing more than for Gaucho to arrive, as he always did, to praise the newest additions to their family.
"Talk talk talk."
@[Gaucho] - If you want to join. <3
@[Hawke]
Sohalia Don't wanna leave this life knowing I barely tried...
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With fire to keep us warm, and tools we made from rocks and bones
One day, if the two carried on this way, Gaucho would be around for the birth of more than one set of his offspring. He had missed Zenobia's, had attented Rhoa and Ivezho's, (had unknowingly missed Zekle and Hertz's), and had now missed Hawke and Aelin. It was likely no surprise that only the twins whose birth he was present for bore names that hearkened back to his heritage. Gaucho supposed that was Sohalia's right, as mother and sole witness to the birth of their children.
Gliding effortlessly through the night, his patrol complete, the Wildfire descended upon his rapidly growing family. Sohalia's bright white coat was easy to spot midst the bloody sands, especially with her zephyr's ethereal body close by. His own phoenix darted ahead, flying on her own flaming wings, and landing close to Sohalia trilling her excitement. As Gaucho landed, Mara slithered down his neck and towards the Transcended as well. Mara's black eyes searched the white dove to ensure that there had been no obvious complications during the birth. Satisfied that there had not been, her gaze searched for Astraeus. More? Her eyes seemed to say, as the serpent regarded the two babes.
The majority of their children so far had taken after Gaucho in terms of magic. Zenobia's blood was damaging to all who touched it, and Rhoa and Ivezho's bodies constantly burned. These two however appeared to take after Sohalia. Especially the male.
Lowering his blackened muzzle to Sohalia's wither, he pressed reassuringly against her pale flesh, silently apologizing for his absence. "Maybe one day Gaucho learn when it is time ... and be here.." He murmured. A joke - but his words hinted at an unspoken desire to continue their family. But now was clearly not the time for such a conversation.
Hawke and Aelin. The two were like life and death - the boy was draped in apparently no more than bones, and yet the girl seemed to force life into vibrant potential. It had to be magic, for neither power seemed to have any effect upon the other - Hawke did not bleed life from Aelin, but nor did his sister shed her vibrancy upon him. Raising his wings and casting the twins into the warm light of his own magic, Gaucho regarded them solemnly.
"Kishi rhojosor haj." He whispered into the night, his steel gaze bright with pride and love. The Wildfire watched the two nurse, with a silent wonder. After a time, he turned his attention back to Sohalia, once again pressing his muzzle against her. "You have done well once again, jalan atthirari anni."
Kishi Rhojosor haj= Our family is strong
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"Sticks and Stones Will Break Your Bones and Leave You Lyin' In The Mud"
The boy was unconcerned with his mother's shock, turning his head to press his tiny face against her own when he felt her muzzle upon his body. His hunger sated, he turned his attention to his twin, reaching out and sniffing at her before whinnying at the girl.His new name passes through his mind like wind; though his mother's words made the child curious, he couldn't understand them nor did he associate 'Hawke' to himself or 'Aelin' to the tiny being beside him.
The arrival of another pulls his skull away from the girl, towards what he can only describe as a giant. He doesn't move, even as his legs trembled with the urge to press against his dam's side. His mother wasn't afraid, so he shouldn't be, and soon the quaking stilled, replaced by the bottomless pit of curiosity that defined the boy in his core. The newcomer, burning like a star, he would later learn was his 'Father', yet at the current moment the young prince had no understanding of him; Gaucho wasn't even a horse to the boy.
Slowly, on stick-thin legs, Hawke approached the giant, head craning all the way back to look up at his sire. Had his eyes been visible, they would be wide, as it was the boy's grinning skull masked all that. Tentatively the little prince stretched his neck, pressing his invisible muzzle against Gaucho's leg. He, like Mother and Aelin, did not change under the dark. To make sure the giant before him was real, Hawke opened his mouth then gummed at the dun's leg, then snorted and turned, prancing back towards his mother and sister with his bony tail raised high, having 'made it safe' for his twin and dam.
Hawke yawned, then leaned against Sohalia's forelegs, sniffing at her skin before he snorted and returned his focus towards the flaming giant, watching him with an unwavering gaze.
"Blah blah."
"But You Get Scared When We're Alone Like I Might Suck Your Blood."
her fight and fury is fiery
oh but she loves
like sleep to the freezing
Dark wings whispered through the night air, carrying Megaera southward to the oasis after her sweep of the northern border. Beside her flew Gwaihir, still patched with the lighter feathers of adolescence, and both reveled in the flight they shared. The warrior had left her daughter safely nestled in sleep with Einarr standing guard and set off for her assigned patrol through the dark hours of the night. Despite Gaucho’s news of fighting in the northern lands, the beginning of Orangemoon found Dragon’s Throat a quiet place. She would have nothing new to report at the changing on the watch, but she still had a bit of time until then. As they reached the oasis, Gwaihir moved off to check on Einarr and Mordecai while Meg moved into a wide arch. She would circle the oasis a time or two, be sure all was well before she passed to torch to the next warrior.
The bright glow of Gaucho’s wings had Megaera aiming to land at the lake’s edge. If her sultan was about, she assumed he would appreciate the latest update. She touched down upon the sandy bank at some distance and approach on foot. The light of Gaucho’s flames illuminated not only himself but three other figures as well. That must be Sohalia she mused, eyeing the pale mare …and two new-- The two little ones were clearly just dropped by the looks of their shaky legs, and each was a marvel. One seemed to burst with life while the other was only …..bones? The warrior was no granger to bones, but this was the first skeleton she had ever seen standing. She hesitated, eyes darting around that the others, but they did not flinch and that steeled her.
“Gaucho.” She called across the distance, and approached the little family. She gave her customary nod to the stallion and turned a friendly smile on the mare. “You must be Sohalia. I and pleased you found your way home to us safely. And it seems I must congratulate you on your little ones, they are a marvel.” She glanced down at the pair, each so strange and wonderful, and only found her want to return to Mordecai grow. The girl would be hungry soon, and as much as Meg was a servant of her home, she missed her little girl when a soldier’s duties took her away. She raised her eyes to Gaucho again and spoke quietly. “The northern border is secure and all quiet tonight, a new guard will be posted as soon as I return.” With that bit of business done she would not linger long unless she could be useful and turned to the dove again. “Is there anything I can do the help? You do not look in need of a healer but I can find one if you need it.”
FAC FORTIA ET PATERE
be brave and endure
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At the her brother's inspection of her the young girl gazed back, not sure about how she felt about him. Always they would be bonded, the connection between twins would never be understood by those who where born alone. They would have each other always, only the girl did not know this yet. Instead she sneezed at him affectionately. As something huge arrived next the young girl ducked under her brothers, using his body as a source of strength and protection. Eyes staring at the one she would come to know and respect ad her Father, their king and head of the family. After some time her confidence grew and of course having watched Hawke approach the stag and come to no harm she slowly approached her father. Staring up at him for a few moments the girl decides she likes him, giving him a doe eyed look. Sneezing again she stumbles into her father at the force of the sneeze, ending up tangled between his front legs. Squealing with delight she rolls over once and then struggles back to her legs. Wobbling away back to her brother she gives him and affectionate look before moving up and standing against her mother once again.
Another mare arrived, Aelin decided that this time she would be brave and let her adventures nature take over. Wondering over to the new mare she offered a curious glance and a delicate sniff. It's strange, this mare is not her dam. The filly does not understand why she doesn't smell the same way as her mother. The scents that reached her nose didn't mean much to the young filly, but some where sweet and others where not so. Moving slowly she studies the mare's wings, legs, stomach, neck and face committing it all to memory as well. Once she is finished the girl tumbles back to her father, not quite as confident on her legs and her brother is. Once back at his side, Aelin also takes sometime to study him, the bright and stunning being that he is. Glancing towards her brother she studies the way he is gazing at the flaming beast in front of her.
Bathed in the life from their father and her own magic the girl moves to her twin's side, wanting to share comfort with him. Fatigue has finally begun to show, after the birth she is tired and wishes to rest. Draping her head across her brother's back she sleepily watches the stars wondering what they where and why they shone so brightly down it her. The fire crackled and her brother's breaths where soothing to her ears, her mother's scent filled her nostrils and she felt safe. Safe and happy.
Like walking into a dream, so unlike what you've seen. So unsure but it seems like we've been waiting for you.
Truth be told, the dove hardly bothered to think of names before a birth. They came easily to her, falling from her pale lips to dance across the sands and attach themselves to the children, forever claiming their tiny, newborn bodies. The foals would grow and thrive - and, one day, they would no longer need her - but their names would be forever hers to call when she needed comfort, to pray for when she needed solace, to love when nothing else was left.
She was not surprised at the arrival of the WildFire, though it was preceded momentarily by the appearance of his pheonix. The young zephyr was excited, drawing a gentle smile from the mare's face as Astraeus came to land nearby, bobbing his head in a greeting of sorts, sparking slightly. Mara, an old friend of the mare's, came ahead of Gaucho, and the angel took note of the snake's patient observation of the birthing scene. Apparently deciding all was well, the serpent's eyes found Astraeus who, bored with the energy that the younger zephyr exuded, trilled his own greeting. If he could have rolled his eyes, he might have, as if to ask the snake if she were surprised by the pegasi and their growing brood.
The dove smiled at the stallion, spreading her wings as though to show off the newest additions to their family. At his words, her eyes snapped up to meet his, emanating pleasure at the recognition that he might want to continue a family with her. Did that mean that he had forgiven her, truly, for disappearing? It had not, of course, been her fault, but she had been riddled with guilt all the same. If she had been stronger, or smarter, or a better fighter...
But now was not the time for such regrets.
"But you always arrive for the best part," she murmured in response. Though she would not argue his presence, the Sultan was hardly one who belonged at a birthing. He was a stallion of action, and he could do nothing to help a mare in labor. But the aftermath, when the babies were born and struggling to their feet, taking their first meal and beginning to explore the world - that was the best part, a part that she was happy to share with him.
"Mori hajat yeri, shekh ma shieraki anni," she replied in kind, receiving his touch with one of her own. He was hard and strong beneath her muzzle, a direct contrast to her more petite, shapely self.
Hawke was the first of the twins to notice their father in all his flaming glory. He wobbled forward on shaky legs, bravely nibbling at the dun's leg before prancing back to his mother. She laughed softly, nudging him gently as he leaned against her legs. "Me ray yeri oakah." Aelin was more timid, but after Hawke's return, she, too, ventured forth, only to find herself tangled amidst his legs. The filly turned the moment into play, squealing with delight as she made her way back to her mother's side. The dove was pleased, already enamored with their newest children.
A new mare arrived then, one that the angel had seen, but never truly met. She smiled at the mare's kind words. "Thank you. It is a joy to be back in the Dragon's Throat with my family." She glanced to Gaucho at that, unable to hide her joy and adoration. She fell silent as the mare delivered her message. Then: "It is kind of you to offer, but all is quite well. You have been on patrol, and I daresay you are ready for your night to be at an end. If something should change, we will send Mara or one of the zephyrs for a healer." She nodded in thanks, pleased with the loyalty of her mate's warrior.
"Talk talk talk."
@[Gaucho]
Translations ::
Mori hajat yeri, shekh ma shieraki anni. | They have your strength, my sun and stars.
Me ray yeri oakah. | He has your spirit.
Sohalia Don't wanna leave this life knowing I barely tried...
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With fire to keep us warm, and tools we made from rocks and bones
As his skeletal offspring made his way close, Gaucho's dark muzzle dropped slightly so as better to watch the boy who bore such odd magic. As Hawke's invisible muzzle pressed against him, Gaucho snorted gently and then inhaled the scent of his son. The Wildfire bore the gumming of his leg with patience, amused by how bold the small creature was already. Aelin, seemingly approving of her brother's actions moved forward as well. As her gaze stretched up to find Gaucho's, he looked down at her adoringly. Zenobia had always been a hard child, and as she had grown into a mare had become even harder. Yet her strength was nothing compared to the soft doe-eyed look of his youngest girl, and how it melted his warrior's heart. As she sneezed and tumbled against his leg, Gaucho chuckled deeply - his bone-pierced nose lowering to gently aid her on her way.
Gaucho nodded in agreement with Sohalia's words. The affection in his eyes brought on by Aelin growing even stronger as he looked upon the Transcended. Somehow she always appeared so radiant, even after what must have been a difficult birth. Sohalia was no stranger to bearing twins but ... even so. Gaucho never looked nearly as beautiful or elegant as she did after a fight - not that he ever looked beautiful, of course.
At Meg's arrival, the Wildfire's antlered skull rose, regarding his warrior pleasantly. Her report brought peace of mind, and he nodded. Sohalia spoke first, and Gaucho waited until she was finished before agreeing. He didn't believe she needed a healer, but she was more than capable of speaking for herself, even after such a physical ordeal. She was indeed stronger than many gave her credit for. Thank you Meg." He offered, his gaze distracted as it was pulled back to his two tiny children.
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“Hello there, little princess.” Meg greeted softly, smiled gently as the little filly approached. As tough as the mare was, she was quite susceptible to the charms of foals and this one was a beautiful little thing, just as sweet and small as Mordecai had been. There was a pull of regret in the bay that her adopted daughter’s first hours could not have been as peaceful as this filly’s had been. She wouldn’t be yours if they had been. a little voice reminded her, and Meg was thankful enough for that.
She stood still as the little body moved around her to investigate, but her focus shifted back to the white mare as the dove spoke. As willing as she had been to help, she was thankful that the pair needed no service of her. Seeing these two little ones had made Megaera even more anxious to get back to Mordecai as quickly as she could. The little filly wobbled back to hide under Gaucho with her strange brother. The sultan seemed completely besotted by the tiny pair, and Meg chuckled at the sight. The whole foursome made quite the picture of contentment and Meg had the sudden image of herself with Mordecai and Einarr. There was certainly less harmony between that haphazard family the Earth God had constructed, but Meg shrugged off the notion that it should be anything else and smiled at Sohalia instead. “I will leave you then.” The said with respectful nods to the two adults “And the Sun’s blessings to your family.” And the bay turned to march toward the edge of the oasis and the end of her patrol.
Notes: Sorry for lateness. Meg out! Also, Table's being a complete butt so yay plain!!
FAC FORTIA ET PATERE
be brave and endure
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