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[OPEN] [HATCHING/STORYTELLING] My Little Eye

Ashamin the Clovenheart Posts: 426
Outcast atk: 8 | def: 11.5 | dam: 5.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 15.2 HH :: 5 [Frostfall] HP: 79 | Buff: NUMB
Lochan :: Plain Cerndyr :: Dark Mist & Rakt :: Common Cerndyr :: Starpast Jen
#1

Lochan

Lochan,
my little eye.

Happy birthday,
to Lochan and me.

ASHAMIN
BEAUTY IS PERCEPTION
It was to be another sleepless night.

The night before, Ashamin had gazed into the mirror and communed with a God. Prior to that, he had protected the border with a fellow herdmate. Now, despite spending most of the day at rest, all he wanted to do--all he was trying to do--was sleep.

And this night was a special one indeed. For tonight was the anniversary of Ashamin's birth: four years ago, amid an evening winter storm like this, with the snow piling onto the branches of pines, the wind whipping through the coat of the traveller and the wolves howling out into the dark, Ashamin had been born and his mother had died. In the crook of his horn his father Veril had set a stone, the one his mother had worn, and begun to die, himself.

Now, Ashamin was alone. Alive, as he stumbled out of the storm and into the safety of his cave, but alone. His sarong, once slung over his chest, blew off of his frame and into the cave before him and scattered its contents, beckoning him inside. He cast a glance to the icy scorpion as his pace quickened and his hoofbeats carried him past the threshold of his new home. In the dark, he chased the silken cloth. His findings lay at the door, rattling with the wind.

Somehow it was carried to the back of the cave, and there it had settled to rest in that lonesome, warm place, between the rock and the mirror, where he had gathered dry grasses to make a bed for the egg that, for so long now, had lain dormant against his chest. He had left the egg alone to gather tinder in his sarong, in the hopes that he might find away to set the branches alight and keep himself warm. Those branches now rested unused, just inside the entrance of the cave.

Ashamin was about to say something. He was alone, he was always, hopelessly alone, but he still waited to speak. He wanted to tell the egg that it had left him in solitude for too long; he wanted to tell the creature it contained how much he loved him, even now, before his birth. But there was no time to speak. As soon as Ashamin's black eyes settled upon the egg-shaped lump beneath the silk, it began to change.

A dark mist, potentially sinister but hopeful instead, began to slither out from under the folds of fabric. Ashamin heard a cracking sound, followed by the sight of small pieces of shells scattering out form under the fabric. Beneath the white, a form began to take shape: the form of the innocent, the one he had seen in his few scattered dreams he had had in his daytime naps.

Ashamin exhaled, and from beneath the sarong, his newborn companion emerged.

He was magnificence. Pure black with little buds of horns already upon his brow, perhaps from spending so long a time trapped in that egg, and white dapples across his back. Ashamin took note of the black smoke emanating from his brow, and watched with awe as the little Cerndyr lifted his head and opened his eyes for the very first time.

There, set between two pure white, uninterrupted orbs, was the marking of an eye. It was rendered upon him in infinite beauty, and before him, already descending into tears, Ashamin fell to his knees.

"Lochan, my little eye," he breathed, letting the name he had known in his heart fall to the small, perfectly soft and delicate ears of the gentle creature. "Happy birthday, Lochan."

And with that, the little deer pressed its brow to Ashamin's black and white nose, sealing their bond for eternity.

[[All members of the Basin are welcome to come take shelter from the storm and visit Ashamin on his and his Cerndyr's birthday! A small celebration with Haruspex/herd stories and a fire (to come) will take place. An NPC will be stopping by as well at some point! I would like to keep this thread moving as it is important to his timeline, so please keep that in mind.]]
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NPC Posts: 298
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#2
The winter wind brought with it an entity with no face and no name, but a gift for its guest. It ghosted along the snowdrifts and spirited between tall trees, all the while humming a gentle melody that was dissonant at times. For the new Haruspex, the Watcher had designed a most beautiful trinket and one crafted with his patron God in mind. However, this was a grand event –what a wonderful night!- and there would be much to celebrate, so the Watcher was mindful of the time. The darkness was the only element that allowed him sight and when the sun went away with his blindness, the Watcher made sure to arrive before the festivities began.

When the wind began to howl and spit, the Watcher gusted into the small cavern that housed his special guest. Still he hummed, more softly now, as he stared with no eyes at the small and curious Cerndyr just born from the twilight itself. The Watcher was amazed by such a delightful little creature and he clapped and raved while holding out the coil he’d made so long ago. It bobbed against the slight draft that pressed into the cave and the Watcher twirled and danced just behind it. He was a distorted image of nothing in particular, his shape ever-changing, but his message was clear: the Tesla Coil was a present just for the reader of the mirror.

At last he laid the coil beside the newborn Cerndyr, his tune slowing momentarily to congratulate the tiny babe, and he ghosted about the cave in child-like merriment. Soon the Haruspex would welcome his friends and the Watcher would greet them with his songs before retiring into the night where one without anything belonged.

Ashamin the Clovenheart Posts: 426
Outcast atk: 8 | def: 11.5 | dam: 5.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 15.2 HH :: 5 [Frostfall] HP: 79 | Buff: NUMB
Lochan :: Plain Cerndyr :: Dark Mist & Rakt :: Common Cerndyr :: Starpast Jen
#3

Gift of the Watcher

Gifts for the living
that come from the dead
Or maybe just creatures
with songs in their head

Let us make merriment,
let us share songs,
outside the storm strikes,
inside we're warm.

ASHAMIN
BEAUTY IS PERCEPTION
The bicolor buck and his bonded were not alone for long. Soon, as if a part of the wind, a spirit came to join them. A spirit with no name, no shapes, no being or body, and lastly, most terrifyingly, no eyes.

The stallion felt the hairs on his neck stand up with the chill of the song and the wind. Ashamin, features pressed to his 'panion, the silken fabric now drawn over them both as they huddled for warmth, did not quite know what to make of the creature. He was filled with fear and a protective urgency, but some part of him was driven to stay still. He knelt by his bonded, little Lochan, and failed to act. Was the creature paralyzing him? No, as he watched that creature flit about his cave and dance through too many forms to count, he doubted it had an understanding of the art of unmoving.

The Haruspex was poised to speak, to say something, when the song's echoes seemed to become all he could hear. The creature drew closer and Ashamin stiffened, wrapping his long tail around Lochan. The little cerndyr let out a squeak and hopped up to his feet, already so steady, already so in command of himself. "Lochan, wait," Ashamin started to warn, but it was no use. His companion joined the creature in its merriment, dancing on his wobbly newborn legs and letting himself tumble and fall. Here was an innocent, so unafraid of the unknown and so willing to pick himself up after every fall.

In that moment, Ashamin admired the newborn more than any other living thing.

Following Lochan's example, Ashamin stood to face the newcomer. He lifted his tail forth to his features, brushing its wisps of hair over his wet cheek, and let it settle at his side. It was then that he saw something in the creature's possession: something gold, something blue, and something with the power to spark. Ashamin's ears perked with interest, and Lochan tilted his head far back to take note of the object himself. The white eye on his fore, eternally open, seemed to be watching with incredible intention.

At last the object landed, its sparks bouncing off the cave floor and towards Lochan with abandon. Ashamin whinnied, his tone worried, nudging Lochan out of the way with his tail. The little companion stumbled, and a stray shock was sent up Ashamin's tail. It felt almost harmless; he was surprised. Slowly, tentatively, he brought his tail closer to the coiled object until it rested within its central gold ring. Ashamin smiled, looking up at the gift-giver, and tested the weight of it.

But, light as it was, the balancing act would take some getting used to--when he lifted his tail it fell quickly back to the earth, sending sparks towards the gathered brush that had been Lochan's nest. A few of them gathered and struck until the little pile, strewn closer towards the middle of the cave by the gusts of wind and Lochan's hatching, formed a small, central flame.

Lochan let out squeaks and chirps and little clicking echoes that bounced off the walls and sprang from his hooves. Already the cerndyr was so insistent on being close to his bonded. He darted from the fire, stumbling, and fell at Ashamin's white hooves. The haruspex lowered his features, nuzzling his companion, and let calm wash over him as the creature's song lowered in pitch. It was as if it was an expression an emotion somehow, or trying to communicate. Ashamin had wanted to thank the creature in a way it might understand, but knew only his own words. By the light of the fire, he spoke: "Thank you, spirit, it is a lovely gift."

Weakly, Ashamin cleared his throat. To the little Cerndyr who lay at his feet and the grand shifter who had appeared before them both, he let out a low song. It was a shaky tune, one he only barely had a grasp on, but it was the one his father had sung to him as a colt, and though he could not render it with such majesty he could remember it still. He gathered the silk, slipping it around his neck once more, and nudged the cerndyr to stand. Carefully, still humming and leading the odd shifter along with them, he moved towards the entrance of the cave to gather the tinder once more and feet it to the fire he'd spark.

Nothing would keep them more warm than such fire, such wonder, such song.

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Ki'irha Posts: 176
Outcast atk: 4.5 | def: 9.0 | dam: 6
Mare :: Unicorn :: 15hh :: 5 years old HP: 64.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Noella
#4
Ki'irha
I am too fond of the stars || To be fearful of the night.
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The Basin was alive with the anger of a winter storm. The wind howled like an injured animal, the bitter cold biting into the midnight mare's hide. Her head was dropped, sterling white mane whipping around her face and tying itself in tangles and knots. Her eyes were squeezed shut, but even if they were open she would not be able to see through the wall if white. She slowly made her way forward, though where forward was the lead her, she wasn't sure. She had a vine clamped between her jaws, the other end wrapped tightly around a small bundle of sticks and tinder. She hoped to make it home, find some way to start a fire, though unsure how she would do so. No matter, at least she would be prepared.

She opened her eyes, the burning wind causing tears to stream. A rock face appeared to her right, and she shifted her path towards it, hoping it would lead to some shelter. If she didn't find a place if refuge soon, she would certainly freeze to death in one of the worst storms she had ever experienced in her short life. As if a gift from the gods, an opening finally gave way, and she gave a sigh of relief.

Her hooves clattered on the stone floor of the cave. She looked like an abominable monster, her usual shining blue starry coat covered in a thick layer of ice and snow. Her horn was white with crystals of frost, and her hair was wild and wind tossed. Still clinging to her vine, she glanced down and noticed that she had lost most of her bounty, with only two pitiful branches still entangled. She rolled her eyes, dropping her head down and lowering her tinder to the ground. She cast her sights around the cave, noticing she was not alone.

Quietly she inched forward. The black and white stallion she had met previously, and another form stood before him. A tiny creature stood by the unicorn stallion, though Ki'irha was unsure of what thay creature was. It looked like a newborn fawn, but something was different about it. "Greetings, Ashamin,"  she spoke, her voice sweet and gentle but with a hoarseness from the cold. She shook gently, dispatching much of the snow thay had accumulated upon her. As the frost and ice melted, she began to appear more like her old self. "And to you, hello as well." She addressed the stranger, nodding her crowned head. "I'm sorry if I am inturrupting something, I just desperately needed shelter from this storm."  The fire danced, radiating a lovely heat, drawing the starry mare forward like a moth. "If anything, I can offer you my tinder. Well, what's left if it anyways."  She glanced back at the pitiful sticks still laying at the entrance to the cave, hoping it would be enough to buy her some time to warm her frozen bones.

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Enna Posts: 172
Aurora Basin Time Mender atk: 6 | def: 9.5 | dam: 4
Mare :: Unicorn :: 14.1 :: 5 ( TALLSUN ) HP: 61 | Buff: NOVICE
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#5
something filled up my heart with nothing


The apparition had been strange enough.

That it was changing along its way, carrying some sort of weird spark in its ghostly grasp, stranger still. As soon as you had seen it you had, without really even realizing it, and despite the weather, decided to follow the little thing, shifting through bodies too quickly to recognize a single one of them through the billowing snow. The cold does not bother you near as much as you thought it would. Your body shivers against it, but it is more of a welcome chill than anything else, maybe because it made you feel numb to the tiredness that has always been. It is the wet and the wind that creates a spark of hope as you espy the mouth of a cave in stark contrast with all the white, the wisp disappearing into its darkness.

You follow it willingly, your curiosity and the promise of shelter pushing you a little faster. It is only as you begin ascending on a slight slope that you see the walls painted with a strange orange light, very, very faint voices reaching out from within, being swallowed whole by the wind. You slow but continue anyways, the shape of a mare forming, followed by the ghost and a painted man of alabaster and Indian ink, along with a little deer.

She calls to him, the painted stranger you do not know, naming a name that you tuck within some corner of your mind, along with his face and the little new-born deer dancing with the ghost you had followed. You find yourself shoulder to shoulder with the star-skinned mare, proffering a friendly smile as she continues to speak. A pang of guilt hits you at the mention of her twigs, the desire for shelter. It is cold, but you had lost your plans to stay the moment you had noticed it occupied. She is bold where you are timid, observing the self-inflicted manners that, strangely, left you with no problem with showing up unannounced, no greeting or hello given besides a benevolent smile, but thought it rude to invite yourself in to their shelter.

Yeah, makes perfect sense.

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Själ Posts: 112
Outcast atk: 5.0 | def: 8.5 | dam: 5.0
Mare :: Unicorn :: 16.0 hh :: 4 (ages in Orangemoon) HP: 62 | Buff: NOVICE
Ansgar :: Plain Griffin :: Draining Clutch ChaoticMelodies
#6
Själ
It was a particularly foul night, and the princess found herself in a particularly foul mood. The wind whipped angrily through her mane, tossing about the parcel wrapped around her neck with a vine. The package was wrapped heavily in leaves from the southlands, which were fashioned into a makeshift sling and padded with moss for warmth and protection. The girl tucked her head against her chest, holding her precious cargo to her breast as she pressed through the deepening snow.

She had intended to return to the Aurora Basin, having wandered Helovia for some time and failing to find anywhere she felt she belonged. She had not intended to get caught up in the worst storm she had ever seen, blinded by the raging snow and deafened by the roaring wind. The girl was angry, but it was an anger born of fear - fear that she would never find her way to shelter, that she - or worse, her darling egg - would freeze to death in the blizzard, buried under snowdrifts and never discovered until spring.

Before nightfall, the girl had been traveling steadily north, nearing the borders of the Aurora Basin. She knew that she would arrive after dark, but she had not accounted for the weather. Every step had become a struggle, but she merely ground her teeth against one another and soldiered on, pressing through the wind and ice, plunging through drifts up to her stomach, holding onto the egg for dear life and hoping - praying - that she would find some manner of shelter.

When she heard the first notes of a song, she thought that perhaps her noncommittal prayers had somehow been answered (but how, when she didn't even know who she was praying to?). She pressed on, falling when she flailed into a drift that came up over her head, panicking as the snow began to swallow her, to pull her under; but she leaped frantically forward, found her footing, and stumbled miraculously into the stone of a mountainside. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. Thank you, gods, whoever you are! She floundered up the cliff's face, pressed to the stone on her left, terrified of the blank space to her right, filled with nothing but swirling snow and gusting wind. Before long, she found her way into the cave.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, but she was shivering so much that it came out more like, "O-o-o-oh!" She could not feel her legs, so cold was she, and, grasping her blanketed egg to her with fear written on her face, she continued: "I'm (s-s-s-)so sorry, I (g-g-g-)got lost and it's (s-s-s-)storming and (p-p-p-)pleasedon'tmakemeleave."

"Talk."

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Setting :: In the Aurora Basin Haruspex's cave, stumbled upon accidentally on the night of a massive winter storm.
Notes :: Carrying a griffin egg in a sling made of leaves and vines from the south.
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Ashamin the Clovenheart Posts: 426
Outcast atk: 8 | def: 11.5 | dam: 5.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 15.2 HH :: 5 [Frostfall] HP: 79 | Buff: NUMB
Lochan :: Plain Cerndyr :: Dark Mist & Rakt :: Common Cerndyr :: Starpast Jen
#7

Blind Guests

Am I that, then,
blind?
Blind in your instance,
blind in the fact of your
childish song.

Comrade, contain your fire,
Healer reveal your name,
Child, come into the light,
Spirit, sing a refrain.

ASHAMIN
BEAUTY IS PERCEPTION
Though certainly it was only the storm that drove so many to his warm, spacious, easily found, and obviously firelit cave, Ashamin couldn't help but feel a little popular. The part of him that thrived on social anxiety was quivering like a child, but the new, bolder part of him, the part of him who'd just turned four and the part of him that was a proud member of this herd, couldn't wait to welcome the herdmates into his cave.

The first to arrive was one he knew: Ki'irha. He had seen her first at the meeting, on the occasion of their promotion, and then again near the border when the dark stranger had attempted to land and find her way in for the night. Neither the corporal or the Haruspex had let her get off so easy.

He was pleased to see her again, and his expression suggested as much. She appeared like a sculpture of ice, dripping with frost, her coat entirely obscured, and he could not help but whinny at the sight of her. "Ki'irha!" His lips upturned and tinder dropping from his jaws to the pouch at his breast, he spoke to her even as she surpassed him: "Come in, my frozen friend. "

At his feet, Lochan was endlessly gleeful and energetic. Braver already than before, he bounded after Ki'irha, his head low and the white mark on his fore threatening to collide with her hock as he tumbled forward. But even if he were to hit the mare, he would surely bounce back and look up to see the same thing his bonded did: the tiny mare with the antlers like his own.

Ashamin recognized the mare, from the meeting, as Enna. She too, had been promoted. It appeared there was a theme at the gathering. Ashamin lowered his features and gripped the last of the tinder, the bits Ki'irha had brought as a scattered offering, and placed it in his sarong, including the vine for good measure. He was fairly certain it was Enna, anyhow. He'd noticed the sparks on her then, but she had not been the only one surrounded by them. She noticed how she had seemed to come in with the storm at Ki'irha's side, as if bound to the corporal. Were the two small mares friends, then?

The haruspex offered the smaller of the pair a kind look, and welcomed her in with it's gentility. "Welcome to you as well..." he trailed. He didn't want to risk being wrong about her name, it would have been a terribly awkward circumstance. He could only hope that she would offer it, in time. "The both of you, please, make yourselves comfortable." He ventured deeper into the cave, tossing some of the tinder from his pouch and into the fire, pleased when they caught quickly ablaze and the tendrils of light leapt up. He caught Lochan's little gaze, watching the fire reflect in the white of his 'panion's eyes. Come here, he thought to the creature, hoping, for some reason feeling, that the creature would be able to hear him. And he was right: Lochan turned quickly in his direction with a snap and hobbled forth on wobbly spindles of legs.

He was proud that the creature would come to him. So proud that he had lost track of the spirit's song and not paid enough attention to the new arrival at his back, and the real reason Lochan was so intent on running towards him now.

Ashamin only turned around when Lochan's running past him forced him to. There, at the entrance to his home, stood a twice-horned filly who could barely speak from the cold. He wasted no time, trotting towards the silhouette of her in the entrance and making echoes far louder than Lochan's. He knew in the way that she spoke, in that glimpse of tone between the shivers, and by her unfamiliar countenance that she was not of the Basin. But he did not hesitate. With his tail flung behind him and its coil sparking in his wake, he grew closer to the filly until he could aim to wrap his neck over hers and usher her inside. He let his cheek, warm from the fire, extend around and towards hers. "Hush, child, come in. Join us."

The buck, lit by the fire and backed by the wind, turned to face his company thus far collected. Lochan pranced at his feet, helplessly unknowing. There before him stood Enna (he hoped), a spirit, and the fierce corporal he'd met before. He knew how she took to trespassers from experience, and they both knew this filly was one of them. But Ashamin had a soft spot for the little ones, and the moment he had seen her egg he had understood there were two lives at stake. He searched for Ki'irha's eyes, his gaze pleading but confident all at once. Eyes seeking to lock with her, no longer looking at the filly, he spoke with firmness to the child. "When you are alone and need shelter, you can always stay here." He knew that Ki'irha was tough, but would she try to kick out the child? He hoped she had better judgement.

At his hooves, Lochan called a complaint. He was cold by the entrance, and he, still boundlessly full of energy, moved with speed back to the fireside. "For as long as you need, little one, you can stay here in the Basin. But please, tell us your name."

He broke gaze with Ki'irha, first to comfort the child and then to search for the shifting spirit. For a moment, he thought it took on the blinded shape of himself.

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[[Ki'irha, Enna, Själ--NPC has decided not to return]]
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Eden Posts: 56
Absent Abyss atk: 4 | def: 9 | dam: 7
Mare :: Unicorn :: 16.1 :: 5 HP: 64 | Buff: NOVICE
prissy
#8


E D E N



The storm blew fiercely against Eden's bodice. She could hear her teeth chatter as she made her way through the blizzard. The mare's silvery coat blended well with the precipitation around her. Her only features that stood out in the storm were her pale gold horn and eyes. Her single golden lock was also prominent. She normally hid it from the world, but in this case, it could not be helped. Her few golden strands stood out like a sore thumb amidst the atmosphere of the storm as they whipped around her horn and face.
The mare kept her head tucked as trekked across the icy land. Her breathing was labored and her muscles ached, but she had no choice other than to continue on. She wasn't sure where she was going, but she knew she had to find shelter. Eden continued on despite her fatigue, often losing her footing in the storm. She knew it was better to die trying to find a shelter than to freeze to death without even attempting to get somewhere safe. Eden actually valued her life. She had a family to find and she couldn't do it dead.
Eden's prayers were quickly answered when she came upon a cave. She breathed a sigh of relief when she spotted the entrance. She approached it without caution, not caring if a bear or a pack of wolves resided there. This mare needed a shelter.
As she approached the entrance to the cave her heart immediately skipped a beat. Her breath went from labored to panicked. Inside the cave were horses. Eden ducked away from the entrance to the cave, not daring to go inside. She could hear their chattering. They seemed happy, and one male even sounded like he was welcoming someone in.
Eden slowly poked her head around the entrance, peeking into the cave with awe, praying none of the horses could see her. She didn't take into account any of their looks or how many of them were in there. All she could see was the fawn. It had smoke coming from it's buds of horns and eyes so pale she wondered if they could even see. It scared her, but it intrigued her. Bits of broken eggshell lay near the little creature. All Eden could assume was that the little deer was magical and had come from an egg. It was strange to infer, but if her brother could have a purple marking then a deer could hatch from an egg, right?
Eden shook her head and backed away from the cave. She didn't know what was going on in there and she didn't want to find out. The storm began to let up slightly as she began to leave. It was enough to let her travel faster, but she knew it wouldn't stay like that for long. Eden picked up her pace and ignored her tired muscles. She would find another shelter, preferably one with less magical deer creatures.

(ooc: erm not sure about when this took place for eden since she's not been accepted by a leader into the herd yet, but I wanted her to see this, so she's just passing by then running off! ^^; )

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Thranduil the Laurelin Posts: 598
Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 11 | dam: 6.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.2 hh :: Eight HP: 77 | Buff: ENDURE
Haldir :: Common Cerndyr :: Dark Mist Hawk
#9

A curse came roaring from outside above the storm. “FUCKING SNOW!” The golden had found himself in a most terrible position. He had intended on leaving the Basin in the cover of a coming storm to venture down to the Falls. Rohan had not ‘appeared’ for some time and he needed to correct that. The storm though had surged a little too quickly. When the pair had reached the bottom of the valley to head to the Arch it crashed upon them suddenly. The pair being for Haldir was with the golden as well. Insisting to follow the gold until the Arch. When the storm came upon them the young stag, with his antlers finally coming in, he clung to the golden’s side. At first the Laurelin continued to try and leave the Basin, but it proved an ill chance.

So now the curse rang outside the cave entrance and a shadow appears. A golden shadow. He tumbles into from the snow. At first he looks a great fright. Mane was blown and knotted, and snow clung to every surface. For a moment he stands there catching his breath from the incredible wind, before finally looking up to see the group. For a moment he looks frozen as the snow on his coat. Then his ears turn back in reserve, and his head raises. He says nothing though of an apology, he was the golden after all. Instead he nods in a more reserved way than normal to those gathered, all of whom he knew, for once. A small shape also is there, and it captures he attention before he can say anything. How in hell had Haldir beaten him here? Earth eyes narrow to look at the young deer, dark with pale pupilless eyes. Wait that wasn’t Haldir, additional markings line his body. The reminder though was created and the golden looks about him. The deer was no where to be found. “Crap” And he slips out into the snow again without another word.

It is a moment before he comes back, teeth gripped onto Haldir’s scruffy neck. The deer had fallen into a rather large snow drift. Other than a little cold and wet, fine, but he hung, worn from the fight, from the golden. Laying the deer at the cave entrance, the golden nudged him. It was all the mothering he would get. The golden, once again snowed up, came closer to the fire. Trying to meld into the shadows once more. He didn’t want to be here. He had other places to be and cave that would do just as well. But here they were. Trapped. The least the world could do was hurry up these awkward moments.

Haldir though was having different thoughts. Once dropped he stood on shaky legs, carefully shaking the snow from himself. His breath is gone for a moment, but in the teasing fire’s warmth it comes back slowly. It is still a moment before he looks up and sees his reflection. The stubby antlered stag stops and looks, raising his head slowly. It wasn’t his reflection, it was….well it was awesome! A bleat, teasing with this neat adult bugle calls out to the other, and the small frozen dark tail begins to wag. The cold was nothing compared to the warmth that spread in his heart to see another like he. The golden felt the change and looked to see what he bonded thought. Knowing what was coming from Haldir the golden could barely contain the groan.

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Erebos Posts: 474
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#10

Erebos was tempted to play out in the squall, become one with the wild, untamed, savage and sinister delights, enshrouded, cloaked, and flanked in winter white, in chilling gales, in ferocious splendor. The enticement, however grand, however morose, however bestial, would not suit his tiny, young companion, and Orsino’s eyes, full of desperation and panic from the Frostfall’s treacherous anarchy, spoiled the boy’s imminent diversions. Instead of roaming into the snow and howling with the wind, like a wolf, like a predator, like a demon, they twisted their frames and lowered their heads against the crashing, rolling cold (but more than once he raised his crown and smirked; snickering at the power, at the domination, of this supreme kingdom). His narrowed gaze sought out the pinnacles and raptures of shelter, the fox’s bleats were becoming more and more despondent, and barely noticed the flickering beam of light from a nearby cavern – fire? Had someone lit a beautiful, brilliant inferno? Curiosity compelled, desires ignited, and the pair composed their frames into the aperture mere moments later, to find it was rather occupied.

“Hello! Quite the storm!” He christened and anointed an exuberant haste of words before he could even identify the entire party, tangled and threaded together by bits and pieces of powder still stuck to his feral forelock. Orsino gave his own curt harmonies and hallelujahs as he sprinted into the opening, barely paying any attention to the newly born companion, unicorns, or egg, forming a quick flurry of sable movement towards the fire and laying down in front of its warmth. The prince, meanwhile, played his own part in the ceremonies, threading his way through the welcoming crowd, noting unfamiliarity on his end with so many of them: were they all new? He recognized several from the latest meeting throng, though none had been the orchestrators of chaos, if anything, they seemed to be an assembled group of importance, ranked and garbed officials. Was he interrupting something? He grimaced slightly, then bore his trademark smile and grin, hoping not to step on any toes as he wandered further into the midst. “I hope it’s all right that I join you? I’m Erebos.” He said naught of his prince rights or his crowned potential, because within the catacomb they were all the same, trapped, nestled, locked away for warmth, for guidance, for a rancorous siege to pass. The boy extended his greetings, a respectful bob of the head towards the Haruspex, noting the tiny fawn nearby (and he remembered Adelric, his dear friend, disappeared into the abyss with Tobias; he ground his teeth and settled his jaw as if naught was amiss at all), and provided his amiable qualities into the gathering. “Congratulations, sir!”

Then, between the glimpses of unfamiliar corporals, newcomers and Time Menders, the gilded Lord and his Cerndyr parading in the back, he spotted another, shivering, grasping, stammering out regrets and obliging nuances in bouts of fear. He blurted without hesitation, clambering and speculating in molten surprise. “Själ?” The heathen’s eyes narrowed, his head tilted, and he made an effort to clear a space for her to clamber within, so quickly accepted into the fold by the Haruspex. The child didn’t know quite where to stare – at her quivering, lost, forlorn frame, or the egg she cradled. Instead, he lingered back into the margins and periphery of silence, unsure of what to do, shuffling against the wall, features emboldened by the flickering fire.




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Tiamat the Ocean's Light Posts: 360
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#11
Frostfall’s winter winds howl violently through the mountainous valley, whipping whirlwinds of snow around until you can’t quite tell if they’re coming from the sky or the ground. Vision is dangerously reduced to mere feet, but the ocean blue mare allows the earth beneath her hooves to guide her, trusting in nature’s natural course as she shuffles through the powdery ice that swathes her legs. Due to the blustering blizzard and biting cold, she had been unable to sleep this night. For hours she had laid awake in her cave, simply listening to the season’s bitter and woeful howl. It is both beautiful and haunting.

But having grown restless after a short while, she had ventured to the hot springs to thaw her chilled skin (the hot vapor of her brother’s embrace always a welcome reprieve at times like this). Now warmed to her core and her heart singing of contentment again, Tiamat travels back towards her little lonely cave—lonely, but warm. White eyes squint through the blustering gales as she pushes herself back from where she had come, her thick locks and long lashes soon frosted again by the flurries of snow that dance wildly about.

It is nearly by chance that she catches the informal gathering. As she arches her neck, tucking her pretty head in towards her chest to shield her eyes from the worst of the wind, Tiamat glances a light through the corners of her eyes. Peering through the whipping strands of her forelock, she sees something—someone?—moving, highlighted against the glow of what is certainly a low fire. Curious, and always eager to meet the new members that share her home, the blue mare shifts her direction towards this other cave.

Bowing her slender body against the strength of the wind, Tiamat soon finds herself stepping into the stony hollow alongside several others—and…a thing. She recognizes many of the faces from the recent herd meeting (although she regrettably knows none of their names), and identifies one golden stranger among them to be one of her Lords. Always respectful, she inclines her head to him in a dainty bow, and smiles brightly to the others. “Hello everyone! I’m Tiamat,” She beams, spirits unhampered by the blustering storm or the ungodly hour. She wishes to become acquainted with all of them, but her attentions are soon captured by a familiar face—or rather, by his new friend.

“Ashamin, how adorable he is!” The blue mare exclaims excitedly, her smile widening. She hasn’t seen the lanky stallion since their travels together came to an end, so she is elated to see he is doing well (quite well at the moment, she would happily assume). “Hello there little one,” she croons as she lowers her head, extending her nose gently towards the little deer, “what have you named him?” Tiamat asks of Ashamin, white eyes peering up at him while her head remains closer to the newborn, gaze alight with joy and wonder.


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Rexanna Posts: 499
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#12
This cold was almost beginning to grow unbearable. How much of a terrible winter this was. The golden mare briefly reminisced about her homeland. The winters there were bare and cold, but never truly snowy. This place, with its structures and way of the land definitely reminded her of home. Snow, not so much. Although the chill was refreshing but at the same time it was quite bone aching. Especially in this weather. She wasn’t well versed in the ways of snowstorms, but if she could put a finger on it, she was sure this was one of them.

Rexanna had planned on possibly travelling to the Threshold, possibly to try and snatch more recruits in. She had been successful this season so far. A thought that invoked pride and excitement in the mare’s chest. What could be better than offering refuge to somebody stuck in this? Ironically enough, the mare found her own self stuck in it. Well, trapped is a better word. Her frantic teal eyes scanning the frozen earth before her, coated in a thick layer of snow in search of a place of refuge.

Stumbling across a cave opening, the mare rushed herself in only to notice the hoard of other equines here. Scanning faces quickly, she took note of those she recognized and those she had not. She recognized Eden and Thranduil. Turning her head to take in the other equines, she noticed Ashamin. However, something was different. Something now accompanied him. Her eyes danced down to take a look at the cerndyr beside him. Eyes bright and a smile to her face, she turned her head to address everyone at once. ”Hello everyone! To those I haven’t met yet, I am Rexanna.” She nodded in a hello to them before turning her attention back to Ashamin as she pushed her way in gently.

”And hello to you again, my friend. Looks like you’ve had quite the day.” A chime of a laugh escaped the mare’s maw as she watched his newborn companion with bright eyes before noticing Haldir watching him as well, excited as ever.


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Ki'irha Posts: 176
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#13
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Ki’irha was greeted with a warmness that seemed to melt the cold that had edged it’s way into the cave. She smiled at the bicolored stallion. “Thank you so much, darling, I appreciate it.” It was then the fawn came leaping towards her, tumbling to a halt at her hooves. A mess of limbs and smoke, she laughed, dipping her head down, blowing a puff of air onto the odd marking on the creature’s brow. “Hello to you too, little one,” she cooed. Like a deer, but different, this creature must have been a cerndyr, a magical little companion.

“How wonderful, Ashamin,” She looked back to the stallion. “I am so happy for you.” A pang of jealousy was quickly covered up by happiness for her comrade on his new bonded. She had so many questions. Where did he come from? How did Ashamin find him? What did it feel like when the egg cracked open and the tiny creature entered this world? Before she could continue discussing the tiny babe, a coldness brushed her side, and beside her she saw Enna. “Hello, dear,” she welcomed, leaning in to brush shoulders, and gave a small laugh at an icicle that had formed on one of the tines of the doe’s antlers. “Glad to see you’ve found some warmth in this storm.”

One by one, unicorns of all shades and sizes meandered in, looking for the same shelter that she had found. She recognized some, but knew almost none of them by name. It was as if more than the wicked frostfall cold had brought them here. Perhaps something was calling to the unicorns, pushing them to this very cave? She walked closer to the fire, collecting a space before all the good ones were taken. It’s tongues licked and spat embers, whispering soft pops and crackles. The warmth was nice, and she took in as much as she could. She cast her silver eyes up, looking for Enna. She tossed her head lightly, beckoning her friend towards her, inviting the brown fae to stand beside her. Tonight held something wonderful, she was sure of it.


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Enna Posts: 172
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#14
something filled up my heart with nothing


“Thank you. And it’s Enna.” You smile, all cordiality and easiness, leaning in to the star-skinned mare’s touch like fire compared to the hands of the storm. She laughs and your smile broadens, though you haven’t the slightest idea what brought it about. “Likewise,” She moves towards the open flame and like a shadow you move with her, clinging to the familiarity she brings. A dark-skinned girl enters and you eye her with reserve, Ashamin filling in where your words fell short. She does not seem injured, only cold, and you side-step closer to Ki’irha, leaving plenty of room for her next to the warmth of the flame.

Your golden lord ( wolf ) appears next, forcing into your heart trepidation, muttering something you do not quite catch before disappearing again. You breathe then, sides deflating rapidly as you expel the breath you had sucked in. Your relief is short-lived however, as he returns, dropping his cheerful little deer to the floor before stomping on over. ‘Hello! Quite the storm!’ You swallow your protests then, swallow the feeling of doubt budding within your veins, and smile ever so delicately, nodding in Thranduil’s direction before your eyes wander to the black and blue boy, the little fox that doesn’t waste any time warming by the fire.

Two more enter the small cave, both of the girls unknown to you, both strangely hued and both uniquely beautiful. Tiamat, one says, and the other Rexanna. You offer them the same smile you had offered everyone before settling your gaze on the flames, content to wait.

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Ashamin the Clovenheart Posts: 426
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#15

A Night of Fire

By the warmth of firelight,
let all our stories be told.

We can exhaust the night with this:
our loyalty against the cold.

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BEAUTY IS PERCEPTION
There was no time of attention for Ashamin to make note of the filly's answer, for soon his cave was filled with the breath and beating heart of what felt like all of the Basin.

It began with sounds at the entrance of the cave, mixed with the spirit's fading song as it left the scene. Ashamin started, his ears swiveling and his black eyes focusing on who might arrive next. But there was no one, only a sound, and so he turned back to his present company with a smile. Ki'irha's congratulation filled him with pride--his sunken chest swelled and his black eyes seemed to glow with the reflections of the flames. And the kindness with which she treated him and his new companion, well, it was enough to confirm what Ashamin had already come to believe: his corporal had a good soul.

And then the antlered mare made herself known--he nodded in response, glad that he had thought right. But just as he was about to reply in kind, a voice broke through the storm's roar and the fire's crackle, and Thranduil had suddenly arrived.

Though the laurelin was clearly disappointed in the weather, Ashamin was glad for a moment that it had driven his leader to see him. It had not been long since they'd last encountered each other, before the mirror, but it was always good to see him again. Ashamin drew closer to the cave entrance, murmuring a polite "one moment," to the two mares and the filly, and gathered up his posture as he prepared to greet his leader. But Thranduil was, perhaps, a little worse for wear. And at the sight of young Lochan, who stared up with bright white and wide eyes at the other beast, shivering from the cold in between Ashamin's hocks, the golden seemed to remember something with a curse. Ashamin watched, mouth parted to speak but unable to, as the fox-sort of man lifted his companion, dripping, from the snow outside. The sight of the pair, snow-soaked and not at their usually coiffed best, was entertaining to say the least. Ashamin surpressed a small laugh out of respect, and instead reached his cheek out to touch Thranduil's. "An honor to see you again, Thranduil. Please, join us," the haruspex insisted with a further nudge of his nose towards the elder stallion. He doubted Thranduil would refuse.

But before he could lead his superior towards the warmth of the fire, another appeared. Erebos, he dubbed himself--Ashamin found him to look strikingly like the darker third of his leading trio, but said nothing other than a deep, sincere, "welcome, Erebos. It is good to meet you, I am Ashamin."

Another congratulations turned Ashamin to look towards his young 'panion, who, to his surprise, was no longer between his feet. The painted haruspex watched as the little buck bounded towards the larger one, butting his head in a relentless playfulness in Haldir's direction. The two seemed to be a likely pair, and Ashamin was thankful that his companion wouldn't have to grow up alone. Though his eyes were trained on Lochan, Ashamin's dished ears caught everything--and with a glance and an uttering from Erebos, he now knew the young filly's name.

The two others who then arrived shifted the scale more towards the female persuasion. Tiamat and Rexanna, two friends he was happy to see again, had come by. Trusting neither party would get hurt, Ashamin let Lochan be and turned towards the mares, extending his roman features to Tiamat and waving his tail in greeting towards Rexanna. "Tiamat, Rexanna, it is good to see you both..." he murmured, letting his black eyes catch Tiamat's even as her gaze wandered to Lochan. Again, more congratulations--and this time, of course from Tiamat, a question. Ashamin was eager to answer.

"His name is Lochan," he spoke, his voice louder, confident, and unshaking. He began to walk towards the fire again, the biting cold beginning to get to him, and watched with pleasure as the dark cerndyr followed him closely. The young creature turned, at times, to look back for Haldir, but seemed just as eager to return to the warmth as his bonded. "Come in, friends, you are always welcome in my home."


And once there, once surveying the crowd that had gathered together in the middle of this dark storm, Ashamin's heart was full. His black eyes gleamed and his long tail draped over his back, its new adornment crackling with faint shocks. "Friends, let us join together in a night of warmth and history," Ashamin announced, his voice shaking now only at the prospect of addressing so many, and as if he had any authority. "Tell us your stories and the stories of this valley so we might keep the storm at bay and find wisdom in each other's knowledge," he added, slightly hesitant. Was this right, then? Was he doing the right thing? He turned to Thranduil, seeking guidance of a sort, and stepped closer to the fire as it ebbed and rose. Perhaps the Laurelin could start them off with a tale--surely a silent leader such as he had plenty to tell.

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[[STORYTIME! Feel free to share a story, a song, or just listen! All who are here and participating as Basin members are eligible to receive points for listening/telling stories, which is a visionary rank task (but all can get points for it), and you are welcome to take the story you share here and modify it so it serves as an OOC herd story, which is an OOC task that can also get you points. Please try and not hold this up for too long, and maybe no more new people join in if that's ok. Ashamin will be hosting another gathering like this soon, so if you didn't get in here don't worry!

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Själ Posts: 112
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#16
Själ
So cold and alone was she that the immediate problem did not seem to be where she was or with whom she spoke, but rather that there was a fire and there were others and somehow, maybe, they would accept her. Her thoughts were jumbled, fluttering about in her mind as though unable to aggregate into anything more than pieces. I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't, came the thought of a million meanings, words meant for a thousand different things that the young princess was incapable of.

She allowed herself to be ushered in by the stallion, wrapped in a warm embrace of flames and companionship. It took her a few moments to find her tongue, and by then, it was too late - she shrank beside the fire as more and more unicorns appeared, overwhelming her delicate senses with their chatter. She had never seen so many creatures in one place before, and as the cave grew more and more crowded, she grew less and less bold. She wrapped her nape around the egg carried in her makeshift sling, clinging to it as though it were a lifeline, tying her to the reality surrounding her, preventing her from simply floating away.

The stallion became a whirlwind in the young fae's mind as she watched his kindness distributed throughout the group. She had never learned how to be social, and she watched him, as she began to thaw, with a keen interest. How did he do it? How did he convey such calm, and yet demand such respect, all at once?

The girl's gaze was drawn to a familiar form, which she regarded with some surprise: Erebos, the colt from the mountain pass. Relieved to recognize someone at last, she slipped from the fire to stand in the space he made for her. Why she had not chosen to join these ranks before, when she spoke with him, she could not remember now - for some reason, she had wanted to explore Helovia, to understand its depths before settling in one place. She hadn't wanted to choose simply because Mother had said to; no, she wanted to make her own choices, her own path, at least until she understand her past. "Erebos," she greeted him with a nod, still tenderly holding the egg to protect it from bumps. It was quickly growing crowded, and her protective instinct was on high alert.

Ashamin gathered her attention with his welcoming speech, and her brows raised in excitement as he began to introduce a time of storytelling. Would any here remember her mother? Would the DarkEmpress make a show in any of their stories? Or would this simply be a passing-along of fairy tales? Either way, she watched in silence, eagerly awaiting the tales to be spun.

"Talk."

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Blu the Bootyful Posts: 443
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Thranduil the Laurelin Posts: 598
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#18


Ashamin was an interesting character. Though the gold pulled up slightly when he reached out to keep out of touch, he didn’t mind the creature as much as the gesture lead on. Ashamin was dependably gullible when it came to the golden’s moods. And for that he was more tolerated than some, even if it got boring at times. The golden continued on in and took his place by the fire, trying to meld in. The effort was quickly crushed by his own companion’s behavior.

Haldir bounded to see the little deer ready to play. The velet bulbs on his head lowered to the other. He was careful to but against him gently, but his wild side got the best of him for a moment. He spun around and leaped back away, kicking up his heels. When he landed he spun again, ready for another go. But the deer was gone, he was following his bonded. Large ears fell slightly, and he wondered had he been too rough. Slowly the dark deer followed his new friend closer to the fire. He reaches them as the painted creature begins to speak, but his eyes are on the little one. His low head nudged the small little creature.

The gold watched with a cold eye as his bonded came saddened to his new friend. Snorting he turns away, ready to curl back and forget the cheery gathering around him. But fate, as usual, was not in his favor. Ashamin’s voice cuts across the rest, and the gold pins his harks back for a moment. Then Ashamin’s shadow falls on him. Head rises back up, and his face comes to the light again full of doubt. Him? Tell a story. Earth eyes swept the now crowd in the cave, and its size and starring eyes caused his tasseled tail to flick by his side uneasily. Usually the show man would have been ready, poised, but this was not the night. Tonight he wanted nothing more than to be in his quiet little cave. But he wasn’t. And it didn’t seem like he could worm out of it. So the golden sighes, lets his lips curl in a smirk thinking of is tale, and begins.

“Very well. Long ago, when the world was young it was ruled by a most frightful beast. He was taller than a tree, but darker than their bark. Worse of all though he had two great wings each dipped in flaming wrath. He ruled over the world with brute force, bullying his way through his kingdom. No one dared rise up against him. He began to grow suspicious and distrusting.

‘Bad herd,’ he thought ‘They lie. I know they hide.’

One day he wandered out to the lands beyond his own, pondering what dark plan his herd were keeping from him now, when he came upon a small hawk. The great beast prepared to attack this bird when it flew with quick speed to the giant.

‘Wait a moment friend’ the hawk cried ‘I have done nothing against you. What troubles you? Perhaps I can help….’

The dark beast paused a moment, suspicious. But then the hawk had called him friend, and no one had called him that before. ‘Herd lie. Say they not. But I know they lie.’

The hawk thought for a moment. ‘I might can help you friend. I have a magic cloth that will silence the liars, and leave on the truth in your ears.’

The beast was in awe. He understood little what the hawk said, but he understood he could help. ‘Do it.’

‘One thing first’ said the hawk ‘I need power to do it. I need something from you, perhaps the fire from your wings?’

The giant beast did not care for this nonsense, he wanted only to have the magic, so he agreed. The hawk flew to its nest and rose back with a blanket of blue. He placed it over the great creature’s eyes and spoke some incantation, and then removed the cloth. The giant beast was confused, he felt no different, but he was excited to try it. Quickly he spoke his own words and the fire extinguished on his wings. The hawk cried as he felt the power coming into him, and he fell to the earth.

The giant beast waited no more though. He journeyed back to his kingdom to test the magic. He questioned his herd, drilled them, and interrogated them. But nothing was silenced. Angered he yelled for them to lie to him.

‘You’re purple’ said the poor mare, frightened to death.

The great beast heard it. He rawred in anger. He was tricked! He stormed back to the outskirts, but the hawk was not there. He turned back to his kingdom and there at the gates waited a phoenix barring his path. The beast rawred to be let him.

‘Do you not remember me?’ Asked the phoenix, ‘I was the hawk in the woods.’

‘Let in. I am king.’ He rawred.

The phoenix only smiled. ‘No more.’ And let loose the wrath of fire upon him.

Now the great phoenix ruled the kingdom, and the giant beast, was left to the outcasts. Even for all his strength and beast was overthrown by the clever hawk.”


The golden retired. His tale done, but his smirk remained. It wasn’t some long ago fairytale. That my friends was a true story. Well….almost. And too the golden’s great surprise, to remember eased his temper, and made him quite content.


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Erebos Posts: 474
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#19

Patient and fueled by curiosity, the boy nestled between fire and ice, melding himself to the wall and the embers, catching the patterns of light dancing across their large gathering. The potential for learning, the gaining of wisdom, the rise of sagacity bolstered his mood, and his great smile enveloped his devilish features in a raw placement of ebullience and enthrallment, curling his forelegs together and listening carefully to the Haruspex’s proclamation. Orsino, not altogether enraptured in tales, but perhaps with other youthful companions, wandered away from the sparking edges of the fire, and towards the deer, batting at the younger one’s shoulder and racing away as the other bounded across, and began their own skirmish.
 
All too soon Thranduil had completed his myth of a cunning hawk, a great, grand phoenix, and the forsaken giant (he nearly laughed at the image of him being purple), and suddenly, it was the boy’s turn. He frowned for a moment, unsure of what to tell or what to say. His mother had provided him with endless stories of Isilme, of a herd and time long since extinguished, of the former Edge members conquered, defeated, and lowering their heads across the wake of the Steppe, but he felt he couldn’t do them justice. Perhaps he could provide a story he’d experienced, gild the framework, emboss it in the same intriguing glow Thranduil had unraveled his. The choice of which was almost immediate – the newest scholar’s presence, and his never-ending search for his long-lost friend churned against his thoughts, his notions, his sentiments, until they prospered and brightened, billowed past his lips and entangled the enigma of a day not so long ago.
 
“There was once a girl with wings and horns. They were lovely things, and one day she’d surely grow into them and soar above mountains, hills, and valleys.
 
A boy liked them, and her, very much. He thought she was neat, and powerful, and capable!
 
But a Scholar, with eerie eyes, told the children the girl’s wings were bad. They would cause her to do furious things, to be wicked, to be cruel, and would turn her against them. The Scholar offered to tear them off of her.
 
The boy thought that was ridiculous. ‘It should be her choice, not ours,’ he said. How could wings make someone alter their thoughts? How could soaring amidst the clouds ensure she’d become a savage?
 
So, the girl chose to keep her wings, and became friends with the other foals.
 
Then, she mysteriously disappeared.”

 
He tried not to let the last line cloud his features, furrow his brow, or leave him in a lingering frown. The child allowed it to end on a harsh mystery – because that’s all he’d been left with – no sign of Aithniel’s whereabouts, no presence, no land, nothing. Maybe it was a cruel end to their friendship, maybe it was a harsh bout of reality, or maybe it was just another turn of their eventual fates, vanishing, igniting, and fleeting. 



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