So, she could not remember having visited this region of these lands yet. But then she remembered she had yet to visit any of the other herd lands, too. Perhaps the diviner had lacked interest, perhaps the diviner had lacked courage. Either way, now she was finally here. ‘But why?’ Would be the next logical question to ask. That was something not as easily answered.
As an icy wind caressed her cheeks as Maren’s legs carried her forward through the snow. The Holy Fire had predicted a fiery winter – but not just that. Around Maren’s thoughtful eyes arose a frown and the images of four flags and ice still lingered like faint reflections, memories, in the waters of her mind. She guessed she guessed and she guessed, but never would she truly know the meaning behind it – Until time had enlightened her with the truth. It was frustrating, but she knew that it would become clear to her soon enough. Maybe when she would look into the fires again it would grand her more clues. If I even need them, for on the other hand, they had been quite obvious, she thought as she looked at the wintery atmosphere and felt its piercing needles. Still, it was all a game in the end, and in all of her chaos, she secretly enjoyed playing it.
Perhaps that was why she had found herself here; looking up at the waterfall-entrance to the Hidden Falls. Which she thought was pretty damn fancy. It seemed so unreal to think that there had been an invasion here, barely a season ago. Such a waste, she thought as she looked at her, even in the snow, fairy-like surroundings. Although, she liked the white blanket. It made the world look like it was draped in an angel’s garment.
Before the waterfall stood a golden Pegasus, greeting all that had come today. Maren simply frowned at his words, wondering if his friendliness was true or simply a charade of fancy fairy-lights and diamond droplets. Not that it mattered, in the end. While he spoke she let her gaze wander. She had never even seen one of these horses. So, feeling slightly out of place for once in her life, she looked around if she could spot any of her acquaintances.
She caught the stallion saying that the winter of this year would prove to be fierce, and suddenly she wondered how he knew. Did he have a seer informing him about this winter, too? And if so, what had the Gods shown to that horse? Perhaps she would find the stallion or mare here – Maybe that was the purpose of this visit? Had the Gods send her here?
“Hmmm…” she mumbled to herself as she listened to the words of the golden stallion. He was just saying how hard they had worked to organize the event, and that he hoped how it would brighten her heart and make this fierce winter feel easier. (Personally, she enjoyed winter. It reminded her of home and made her all nostalgic).
(Let us begin!)
Anyway, she snorted as she smelled the competition growing in the air.
Let’s show these fuckers how to create some bitchin’ snow-angels.
For that, ladies and gentleman, was the only real reason why she was here.
Talking
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