the girl. [Iso is gathering rocks for her sekrit hot-tub. :D] She had a plan. The designs were already drawn up in her mind, now she just needed to execute them. In order to make a pit large enough, she would either need to start digging, or find Volterra ... She assumed that, regardless of how large Helovia was, finding the colt and his bloody companion would be far easier than trying to move such a substantial amount of earth herself. That could come later - it would make sense to have as many things in place before she went to find him as she could. Besides, the chill in the air told her that she ought to get a move on sooner rather than later. So, through the lush river valleys that broke apart her new home, Iso set out. Looking for rocks. They needed to be flat and relatively large, which meant when she found one which suited her purpose, it took quite a while to roll it back to the clearing where she was currently building her hut (although at the moment only the foundation was complete). It was a long and labour-heavy task, but the girl didn't mind. It gave her body something to do while her mind wandered. Her body - which now had had enough of a growth spurt as to render just about anyone who had seen her even a month prior, speechless, was huge. She towered above almost everyone, on limbs which seemed impossibly long. Her blood splattered coat had grown in thicker than her foal coat had, but still displayed the same maroon blood marks over a cream canvas that she had been horn with. Her four horns had grown, sharpened, and strengthened, while her thick locks of russet and black stretched down to her shoulders, and to her ankles. The earth-child worked diligently through the day, gathering and rolling rocks back to her secret meadow to line the bed of what would soon become an un-naturally occurring hot spring. |
[OPEN] Pounding sand, rolling rocks.
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05-26-2015, 03:41 PM
05-26-2015, 09:02 PM
Bellisma
The tiny, golden pixie carefully picked her way through the forests of her herdlands. Her movements were quick, but quite delicate. But this flurry of gold paused as she caught sight of a unique looking adolescent looking at and collecting- rocks? Green eyes squint with confusion and she tilts her pretty little head. This mare- she assumed by the body type- was new to her. Bellisma flicked an ear sideways, then returned it to the other. What was she doing? Cautiously, she took a few small steps out of the trees towards the other. Having forgotten her previous destination, she aimed to understand what the other was attempting to accomplish. ”What- what is it you’re doing?” The quiet bells chime out towards the winged mare. Certainly a Bellisma fresh from the Threshold would never be so audacious to ask such a question. But now, after some time with freedom in Helovia, she felt brave enough to approach and ask. She continued to look at the mare’s progress, “Why all these rocks?” Slender legs took a few steps closer to the collection of rocks. Tiny nostrils flare as she smells and snorts, taking in only the smell of the other’s sweat, earth, and stone. Turning a curious, bright green gaze to the mare, she awaited her answers. ooc| I hope you don't mind Bellisma dropping in! :) Nature's first green is gold, her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; but only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf, so Eden sank to grief. So dawn goes down day. Nothing gold can stay. -Frost
Bellisma
Her ears flicker at the obvious brush off to her question- the way a youngster would brush off a question. On closer inspection, she realized that this mare appeared like a yearling. Green eyes narrow slightly and she contemplates letting the question slide. A newly-arrived-to-Helvoia Bellisma would have let it slide. But now she felt more confident. And this was only a yearling mare- though she was substantially taller than the little golden pixie. But breeding and grace made her certain she could at least outrun her if the encounter went south. She was ignorant to the other’s lineage. “I am Bellisma,” her voice was quiet bells as she answered the question, “You?” green gaze, originally trained on the other’s rocks, flickered to pretty golden eyes of the mare. They tried to hold it, but she was still too skittish, and her verdant eyes bounced from her four horns, to her nose, to her wings. She took a half step towards the other, ears now perking forward. She decided to not let her previous question slide, for curiosity burned in her veins and eyes. She had always been a curious mare- until… Well, until she had been captured and kept as a plaything. Then curiosity had fled her. But now, now she was curious and interested once more. Her verdant gaze glowed brightly in her lovely, sculpted face. A glimmer of a smile crossed her muzzle, making her all the more beautiful. “I could help- or I could try- to help you. With- with whatever you need them for…” her voice wistfully trailed off, for she certainly wasn’t strong or large enough to move a stone by herself. Perhaps she could help find the stones? “If you’ll tell me what the stones are for, I could help you find the right kinds?” she cautiously offered. ooc| edited to meet the WC min. Sorry >.< Nature's first green is gold, her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; but only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf, so Eden sank to grief. So dawn goes down day. Nothing gold can stay. -Frost
06-01-2015, 10:41 AM
06-05-2015, 08:35 AM
Bellisma
Ears turn sideways and a frown wrinkles the thin, black skin around her eyes at the brush-off. She had experienced the rudeness of mares before, especially pretty or striking ones as this unnamed mare before her was certainly growing to be. A delicate, small sigh escaped her tiny nostrils- at first this land had been so promising with kindness. But now, it seemed, everywhere she turned she was finding danger or rudeness or fighting or… Well, just things she knew too well. Freedom isn’t all butterflies and fairytales. “I could probably help with the small round ones,” she offered, though her voice had grown small once more, “I don’t think I could manage large ones…” the wind chimes trail off as she cast her gaze away from the uniquely marked pegasus and turned it towards the earth. There was a sadness that had replaced her initial bright curiosity. Small round ones would likely be worn down by the water, she knew. So she walked slowly towards a basin with a small falls (no more than a few feet tall), dropped her sculpted head to peer along the edges and at the base of the falling water. “I’d think you would question him,” she made the remark with her side to the mare as she looked, “You seem like a mare who would question most tasks set to you,” the remarks were offhand, almost said mindlessly. But certainly the mare had given that impression to Bellisma. “And yes, I was of the Falls before it was- ‘taken over.’ But only just. I had just come from the Threshold when the- the fighting broke out,” she found a prize rock in the water, and started pawing it out with a dainty front leg, “But I don’t think many would recognize me, regardless.” Indeed, the small mare tried to not draw attention to herself. “Are you from the World’s Edge, then?” Soaking herself to a dark copper and the earth around her, she extracted the rock, looked to the younger mare, “Is this alright?” She asked as she began to nudge the rock with delicate muzzle towards the mare’s stash. If felt good to be doing something useful. (At least, she assumed this was useful). The sadness began to lift again from her petite, half-soaked stature. ooc| @[Isopia] Nature's first green is gold, her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; but only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf, so Eden sank to grief. So dawn goes down day. Nothing gold can stay. -Frost
06-08-2015, 03:59 PM
06-16-2015, 11:03 PM
Bellisma
The work was awkard, she was built for running fast and far, not rolling rocks along the ground. And, despite the lithe musculature of her frame, the work strained her neck and back. ‘You don’t know anything about me,’ the words, though said offhand, rankled the golden doll- especially with the twinge occurring in her muscles while she helped the younger, taller mare. “I don’t know why I wouldn’t, since you are so forthcoming with information,” pertly, the bells chimed out of her delicate muzzle before she realized what she was saying. Green eyes widen with a mixture of horror and fear as she freezes, petite head flying up as she reached the rock pile, gaze riveted on the girl. “I’m -I’m sorry! I- I didn’t mean- it wasn’t how it sounded,” she faltered over her words as she wished she could swallow the rude ones. As the splotched mare continued speaking, she wondered if keeping the mare talking was a better option than allowing her to react to the rudeness Bellisma had just spoken. Deciding it was worth a try, she quietly asked, “I don’t mean to be intrusive, but what is your reason to be here?” She seemed to want to sink into the earth, body drooping as she hoped she would not be abused for her verbal transgressions. She took some heart and hope in the genuine pleasure of her affirmation of the rock. Though her verdant gaze remained trained on the winged mare, watching for any blow that might come- much like the gaze of a cornered doe. Cautiously, she started back towards the water she had found her previous rock, aiming to find another. Though her eyes never left the horned woman as she walked. ooc| @[Isopia] Nature's first green is gold, her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; but only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf, so Eden sank to grief. So dawn goes down day. Nothing gold can stay. -Frost
06-21-2015, 01:08 PM
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