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I'll fight to survive through this thunderous life
without you by my side
From the bamboo forest, the pair travelled slowly south toward the Throat - passing the time with stories, confessions, and a little bit of lecturing. Though he felt incredibly guilty for what had occurred during the battle with the wolves, Mesec was enjoying the newfound friendship with Najya. And Lucius, well, the zephyr had eventually left the comforting presence of the mare but not for his bonded - he flew nearby for a while - then rose above to circle ahead, making sure that there would be no further misdirections that led to traumatic battles.
The sun had just set when they arrived on the southern coast of Helovia, standing where the land bridge had once connected one shore to the other. In the west, there were still hints of purple and navy but already the stars and moon had command of the sky. The silver of his coat had begun to glow softly as the sun sank, the light reflecting faintly in the shallow waves that lapped at their hooves.
“Welcome to the Throat.” Mesec tried to muster up some sort of smile, it had been a long journey for them to get here and it felt good to finally arrive, but too much had happened to the pair. Every time he turned to her, saw the scar of claw marks on her, it chased away any sense of friendship that they built as he had started introducing her to his life. There had been no point in further avoiding his story, after all, when she had seen so much of it first-hand. But now there were new things for him to worry about, the storm constant inside of his heart and there was no relief when he turned his eyes from her to the dark water that stretched before him. In the moonlight, the far shore of the Throat was just barely visible. Would he be welcome there now? Gaucho had accepted him, true, but he felt as though a second trial awaited him with the new Sultana. “Well, that’s it… over there. We need to wait for someone to help you across, there’s a magical bridge that can help you cross.” He could cross himself, could find someone that could accept Najya into the herd, but fear kept him back. He had refused to avoid going back to the Throat, refused to miss the meeting that the sultana had called out for, but that did not mean he had the courage to cross into the herdland on his own.
Najya was certainly getting a crash-course in the magic that existed within Helovia, wasn’t she? “Unless you feel like swimming, of course.” There’s a ghost of a smile then, accompanying the weak joke with a gesture of glowing silver wings toward the black water.
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"Mesec," she called out, curt and business-like.
It wasn't supposed to be that way. Her mind wore heavy, especially as she had just passed Megaera who remained on her Vigil by the Sun's fires, and on her own sort of quest for inner peace Ampere had taken to flying patrols until hunger or sleep forced her to do otherwise. It was flying one of the extra patrols that she had spotted them on the border. That their dark shapes stopped and waited below was a hopeful suggestion that they weren't a threat, but without getting closer she wouldn't know. The closer she got, the better she could see the familiar markings of her moon (no, he was better than the moon, he was the stars), but the closer Ampere could see her too.
At first the mare was insignificant, easily forgotten in the shadow of Mesec's presence and assumed not to be a worry for that very reason. Ampere was wrong about that though, because as she circled in for a quick landing, she realized why the stranger seemed familiar. She was that mare that had been hovering around Mesec during the fight.
The one hovering around Mesec now.
Ampere's wings folded tightly against her back, flipping and flicking with a certain unrest as she stood before them and the conversation progressed. Without the stranger Ampere might have forgotten her anger, which had dulled with time the way all wounds scar over, she might have rushed up to him and held him again, because damnit what the hell happened during that fight? What the hell happened to them?
I happened. Somewhere that thought, that realization drifted, but not where Ampere recognized it, because in the now, that mare happened.
"Who's this?" she asked with a clipped voice, the blue of her gaze narrowing as she assessed the mare and evidently found her lacking. She might have flirted with Mesec, to shove it in the girl's face (because whether they were that way or not Ampere's jealousy didn't like the mare being with him, protecting him the way she had). As it was, she resisted. Most of it was because there was still that rift she had carved between them, but the other part was the black tar that wept steadily from her nose, eyes, and ears. It thickened her tongue, which could have been a reason for her short speech, but wasn't.
The sickness was uncomfortable. She could feel it slowly trudging through her body, trickling against her body in the irritating way a hard-earned sweat never had. Most of all though, it altered something. She could sense the electricity in them. Not the way she had always been able to, not the hum of magic that sang on their synapses like an instrument. This was like, a feeling that pulled at her and let her know their hearts beat and in doing so they were charged. It was new, but similar enough to her ability she didn't think much of it, though wondered if she could perhaps control it. On the topic of hearts, perhaps she could change the mare's, or Mesec's. Maybe her own.
Are you okay? she wanted to ask him, but didn't, because of pride and idiocy.
Are we? some smaller, quieter part of her squeaked into the place that never showed itself to her.
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 Najya felt relief sweep over her as she walked. For so long she had been alone in this strange new place and for the first time in a long time she had someone that she could truly call a friend. It had been so long - since Shahan had sent her away to save her life. She had been surrounded with those she could trust back at home, Shahan most of all. Here she had nothing - no where to start and no one to return to. Her heart ached at the thought of Shahan - she didn't often allow herself the opportunity to think of him - and she quickly chased away the thoughts. There was no point now. He was gone. They all were. She only hoped that Mesec would be the first of many friends she would find in this place. This was her future and this place was her new beginning. She knew better than to live in the past. The very thought helped bring her back to the present.
"Ah yes. The magical bridge. I remember," he had mentioned something about that, but Najya could hardly tear her gaze from the water. At his mention of swimming, she stood in a near-trance for a moment, missing the joke entirely. "The water does look…strangely refreshing…" her voice drifted off along with her gaze. Najya had only seen the ocean once before, from afar. Up close it looked so much different than she had ever imagined. So…alive. It was mesmerizing. But the sight of such an expanse of water was almost completely ruined by the scent. It was overwhelming. So much so that the scent seemed to be bleeding over into her tastebuds. Everything tasted of salt and sand and sea as the scent ripped through her nostrils and magnified it all far beyond normal. She resisted the temptation to snort, knowing that whatever was dripping from her nose had the potential to be contagious. Instead, she did her best to discretely wipe her nose on her left foreleg in an attempt to dull the scent. It did very little, however. When she went to lick her lips, the smell increased further - almost as if her tastebuds had forgone their singular purpose of tasting and decided to adopt olfactory abilities as a secondary job.
Part of her hoped the coming darkness masked the liquid that had begun to seep from not only her nostrils but also her eyes and ears. It seemed she had taken more from the battle than just the sword that had been given to her. Since she had begun to feel unwell she had been careful to keep a decent distance between herself and Mesec…just in case. This was was certainly something she'd prefer not to share, unlike the stories she gave so freely.
The pair wasn't alone on the shoreline long. One could hardly expect lands to be undefended when Gods had done battle less than a days walk from here. However, Najya was surprised to find that she recognized this mare. Recognition in this place was about as foreign to the flaxen mare as the scenery. Najya had developed very few acquaintances in her time in Helovia. She couldn't really call the lightning-mare an acquaintance, at least not yet, but she did recognize her. This was the mare who had come to Mesec's aid in the battle with the wolves - and done her best to keep others (herself included) away from him. Even now the other mare was…she wasn't sure she had the word. Protective? Defensive? Both? Regardless, that did not deter her from introducing herself. Ampere would find that Najya wasn't one to shrink under narrowed eyes. She did find it a bit strange that the blue and lightning mare had addressed Mesec and ignored her completely - but she dismissed it seeing as how the two were clearly acquainted and she was the outsider.
"My name is Najya" she offered the electric mare, with a polite dip of her head and a small smile. "Mesec was kind enough to offer me a home in the desert. We were on our way here when we ran into the wolves in the bamboo forest. And then, well, I suppose you know the rest." she finished, with a slight shrug of her wolf-scarred shoulder. She looked to Mesec to see if he had anything to add, seeing as the two were so obviously acquainted.
It was then that she noticed that the other mare seemed to be suffering from a similar sickness. "Oh," She hesitated for a moment, as she wasn't sure if it would be rude to ask, but decided that it was plainly obvious that they were similarly compromised. "It seems that the wolves weren't the only thing to come from the Rift-land," Najya began, this time extending a foreleg to wipe away what leaked from her right eye, "Have you found anything that helps? Unfortunately, I haven't had much luck yet."
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I'll fight to survive through this thunderous life
without you by my side
Ampere called to him as though he was nothing more than an acquaintance, and one that she was not particularly fond of, and it stung - fresh guilt for what had occured between them rising. But, for a few precious moments, he ignored the obvious chill that she was treating him with in favour of the delight that she was here. Speaking to him, not yelling. It didn’t matter, for those first few blissful seconds, what they talked about she was close to him once more.
Of course, that did not last long. He quickly realized that he would rather have the anger, the passion that had driven her to scream at him that night on a different coast of the Throat, than this… indifference. He wanted to apologize to her, to try and make amends for what had happened but what could he do? He had bonded to Lucius, the proud young zephyr had woven himself intricately into Mesec’s life and there was no rewinding how that had occurred. He had to do something to fix what he believed was his fault, to mend wha the had broken, but this was not the time or place. So instead he swallowed the greeting that would have seen him wrapping his neck around hers and stood by with sad eyes. He let Najya respond to the question posed. She explained, politely, who she was and why they were there.
But all Mesec seemed capable of doing while she spoke was watch Ampere, watch her reaction, watch the way her wings twitched, and there was a silence before he realized that Najya had stopped talking so that he could join in. “She had just joined the Falls when the Invasion occurred, I thought to offer her a peaceful home in the family here.” They could all chuckle one day about how remarkably peace-free their journey had been here, but for now He had believed not long ago that Ampere would hate him forever, but that was until he had learned that she had joined in the group protecting him during the fight with the wolves. Mesec was rarely without a glimmer of hope but it burned brightest for her. “She fought bravely.” And now he turned to smile at the mare he had brought here, pride in this new friend brightening his smile, and he wondered if his vouch for her held any weight with the Gladiator.
As Najya continued to speak, Mesec narrowed his eyes through the darkness to notice the streaks of black on Ampere’s face for the first time. The beating of his heart picked up and he released a breathy “Ampere.” Mesec would never have the heart to return the business-like fashion that he was being treated with and a cautious step taken toward her though he stopped there. Not because he was worried about contracting whatever it was that both the mares had - no sickness would stop him from embracing Ampere if he knew his touch would be welcome. “Does it hurt?” Not that she would tell him if it did, not that she would tell anyone.
Now, it wasn’t that Mesec had not been concerned about Najya when he had discovered that she too had fallen ill in the Labyrinth (because he had!) but that Ampere had as well stirred a new level of concern. He wanted to offer a suggestion, some way of helping to heal her - heal them both but he knew now that his healing magic was useless for others.
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Much to Ampere's dissatisfaction the mare seemed neither intimidated nor cowardly. In fact, Ampere found her rather brave for her responses and clearly well mannered, perfectly diffusing a tight situation Ampere was manufacturing, whether purposefully or not. She wanted to hate the whore for it, but she left her without any fodder to chew that anger on, and in its wake Ampere felt a cold absence. If she couldn't hate her, if the mare wasn't stupid or weak, then how could she tell Mesec not to love her? How could she convince him to love her instead?
Why did he have to bond...
About to speak, which was difficult as the blue mare tried to gather more spiteful words but found only this meek void of nothingness, she was nonetheless interrupted by Mesec. He moved towards her, and her body visibly lifted, eagerly anticipating his touch, the embrace that would remind her why he mattered so much, the hold that would prove he didn't love the other mare after all.
Yet, it never came.
He lingered at her side, his concern an audible thing but nothing tangible for Ampere to grab onto and press inside of her until shit felt better. So everything just continued to ache, and if it was possible, it maybe even felt worse now because of that hope that he shattered. The tar wept from her eyes in place of tears.
"Yes," she replied to him, gasping as she said it, which was in part due to the illness that clutched her lungs but was mostly because everything hurt and it was because of him. Well, it was because of her, if Ampere was being honest, but she wasn't ready for that just yet because it was still his fault that he bonded at all.
By the time she'd spoken Ampere realized he meant the illness, not her heart. Scrambling to cover that, she glanced back at Najya, shaking her head and flinging off some of the black ooze as she did so. "No one knows what to do about it. It seems like it's caused from the battles in the new lands, like the boils, but I'm not even sure what cured that... mine went away while fighting the wolf." She glanced back at Mesec, because he was the only wolf she had really paid much attention to. "Are you okay?" she asked, unable to front the curt mood she'd arrived with, so instead she just had her legitimate worry.
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What a peculiar situation she found herself in.
It seemed she was the outsider in more ways than one. She felt like she was intruding on a private moment rather than being welcomed to a place that she hoped to call home. Her hazel eyes flicked curiously between the two of them, but she said very little. It was clear that there was far more than she could possibly understand unfolding before her.
Mesec's demeanor changed almost entirely as soon as the lightning mare had called out. It was almost as if her magic had caused a short-circuit of sorts in the silver and black stallion. Perhaps it had, she thought to herself - slowly assembling the pieces. Mesec wouldn't have failed to mention a mate, would he? She hadn't been forthcoming in disclosing her romantic entanglements, but in all honesty the topic simply hadn't come up. It wasn't a topic that Najya particularly enjoyed, either. Not anymore. Not since the raiders had come and taken not only her home, but her heart with it. Without understanding why, watching the two of them shuffle around with clumsy words and heavy glances reignited the hurt that she had buried so deep in her own heart.
She pulled herself out of her reverie in time to hear Mesec refer to her as brave. What a strange thing to hear come from someone’s lips. She had never been called brave, and she certainly didn’t feel brave. Not after leaving her old life behind – leaving her loved ones to an uncertain fate. She offered Mesec a small smile that did not quite meet her eyes before she spoke. “That’s kind of you to say, but I’m no warrior. I’ve no training,” she murmured, downplaying the compliment. She was the girl who loved stories and legends, not the one who participated in such tales. She found she quite admired the lightning mare – Ampere – it was very evident that she, unlike Najya, knew very well how to defend her friends and family.
Concern blossomed on the flaxen mare’s features when she continued to speak of her ailments, but she held her tongue until she was addressed directly. "Hopefully it doesn't take another battle with something from beyond Helovia's borders to rid ourselves of whatever this is," she offered, with obvious distaste for whatever was coursing through her body and dripping down her face. She almost said more...still curious about this place and what it had to offer, but decided that her curiosities could wait as the pair were reacquainted after the situation in the bamboo forrest. Najya's gaze flicked over to Mesec at Ampere's question as to his well-being, wondering what sort of answer would come from him. Gods know the battle had certainly had posed a...unique set of challenges to the silver and stallion.
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| World's Edge Glazier atk: 5.5 | def: 9 | dam: 5 |
| Stallion :: Tribrid :: 16.3hh :: 7 years old HP: 76 | Buff: NOVICE |
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I'll fight to survive through this thunderous life
without you by my side
Mesec’s attention rested almost completely on Ampere, a fact that he would later feel guilty about but in the moment it could not be helped. Part of him just couldn’t believe that she was here, speaking to him (them). When she responded with a ‘yes’ to his question on whether it hurt, his legs took him forward as they should have before - his muzzle breaching the gap between them as he went to nudge her softly. He was prepared for her to move away from him but hoped she wouldn’t - how long had it been? Did he even have the right to miss her warmth? He wanted to move even closer, to wrap his neck around hers, to whisper the apologies that he had not yet had the chance to repeat. But perhaps when they were alone he would get that chance.
He mustn’t forget that they weren’t alone.
The two mares talked about the sickness they both shared, collective hope that it would be taken care of soon, and though he agreed with them his mind was elsewhere. And it took the question from Ampere to bring him back. Are you okay?
For a moment, he closed his eyes - head already shaking in response but to also ward off the emotions that rose in reaction to the question. He would not cry here, not again, thoughts of Aviya flooding his mind. Satisfied that no tears would actually fall, even if they did add an extra shine to his silver eyes, he opened them and answered her truthfully. “No.” The word was quiet as he held her gaze. Little that had occurred lately had been even close to being okay. Her anger haunted him, he had unveiled his heritage when half or more of Helovia wanted to kill his mother, he transformed into a monster, his sister had died, and he was helpless to heal those that were falling sick. But he felt better now, in her company. Now that she was speaking to him again. It hardly made everything better but it mended something for the demigod.
Ampere had mentioned fighting the wolf and he flinched away from the word, wondering if the one she spoke of was him. “I heard that you.. you were trying to help me.” I thought you hated me. He didn’t hide his confusion, nor his sorrow. Too much had happened in that Labyrinth for him to worry about concealing his emotions for the moment. “Did I hurt you?” Again. He knew he had before but he needed to know if Najya had omitted anything about what he had done as a wolf. Had he struck out at those seeking to protect him when he had fallen?
A quiet cough behind him reminded Mesec that he wasn’t alone with Ampere. Ears flicking back there was a rush of embarrassment and he looked to Najya before focusing again on Ampere, always on her, though for a different reason this time. “I wanted to offer Najya a home here... if you’re willing to accept her and help her cross.”
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His response took her so strongly by surprise she felt as if the tide had reached up and swept her out to sea. Mesec, he, well he rushed up to her and reached for her. His touch tingled against her, a trail of silver starlight, beautiful and cold in its absence. It was what she had been wanting for him all this time, that self assurance in his step and his manner, that confidence to take her, but that was what fire and the sun did, it was not what her moon boy did.
His touch, though welcome, was over so quickly. He lingered close, but did not have her again, and she ached for it. Sighing faintly, she dropped her nose to her chest. She did not rebuke his advance, but neither did she return it in this tumultuous moment.
When he fell silent at her question she returned her gaze to him, the lines of her face strained as she waited his response, knowing what he might say already. She was not prepared for the agony that wrote itself onto his expression as he nearly whispered his response. Her mouth ran dry, because in her own selfishness she hadn't considered what all Mesec had been going through. Her posture softened further, and gently she reached her muzzle out to brush against his. "We can train it," she whispered, hurriedly adding, "the ability," so that he didn't think she meant the wolf was something separate from him. "We'll practice, and we'll find that sunlight through the storm again," her voice fell lower as she talked, her world centered on the pained stallion who's heart captivated her. She didn't recall the last time he had been so dark, not even when he first came here wearing the weight of his mother's name. Because this time he actually did it.
"No," she murmured, sudden and almost fiercely at his question. "No, I'm fine. And yours is hardly the first magic to lose control." She was stern, adamant that he not spiral into the darkness and despair just because he could have hurt someone on accident - she had no idea of Aviya, but it wouldn't have changed her opinion. Ampere had loved fire enough to know that it burned recklessly, but that didn't mean it shouldn't burn.
The cough seemed to break both of them apart, and in response Ampere gave her own deep sputter of tar. "Certainly," Ampere agreed, eyes flicking towards the mare. "What rank would you have?" she asked casually, turning to insert her key into the pillar. "You say you're not a warrior, though I beg to differ. Life makes us all fighters- though I can understand if that's not your career of choice." If we didn't fight, then we wouldn't be alive.
Flaming wings leapt onto her as the key activator, and Najya as the one to cross. Only able to take two at a time, Mesec would have to fly alongside them. Effortlessly the fiery appendages would take them to the other side, almost following an invisible track of sorts. "You can talk to the crafters about getting your own key. Cera's the stallion you'll need"
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Najya knew she was doing a poor job of keeping the smile off her face watching the two of them. She found herself wondering about their relationship – the tension in the air was thick. The glances, the touches, the heavy words passed back and forth so carefully – all pointed to something, well, something more. Najya was many things, but she wasn’t blind. At least not yet. Her vision seemed to be failing her over the past few hours, but she suspected that one wouldn’t need eyes to see what was happening here. However, the flaxen mare kept her thoughts to herself and allowed the two her moment. Seeing them brought back many memories of her own moments and now those memories were all that remained – precious treasures hidden away in the deep corners of her heart.
It was almost overwhelming. She blinked a few times, her vision constantly shifting between her normal eyesight to an array of thermal-based colors that were enough to startle anyone expecting to see the subdued colors of evening. The tar leaking down her face was uncomfortable, and as the pair spoke nearby, Najya found it difficult to suppress a cough as the tar blocked her airways. She offered a slightly sheepish look to the two when it was evident that her discomfort had been noticed.
“Ampere’s right, Mesec. There’s no reason to believe this isn’t something you can control in the future,” The flaxen mare spoke softly, but with a note of determination in her voice. Her gaze moved from the blue and lightning mare to Mesec and back again as she spoke.
Ampere’s staunch defense of Mesec’s behavior helped reinforce, in Najya’s mind, that she’d been right in what she’d told him in the Labryinth. She had not volunteered the information that Mesec was responsible for the scar on her shoulder, but had not kept it from him either. There was still a bubble of guilt in her chest, but she knew telling him wouldn’t be beneficial at this point – not when he harbored so much guilt and pain following the transformation and the loss of his sister following the battle.
However, she would be ashamed to admit that she was pleased to hear Mesec ask Ampere if she was welcome in the Throat – and she was thrilled when the lightning-mare accepted. It was evident that the pair had much more to speak about and Najya did not want to be perceived as an intruder or invade upon their privacy in any way. The flaxen mare watched as Ampere activated that magic bridge that Mesec had spoken of
Najya had never been a fighter, not in the typical sense. She fought her battles with words, not on the battlefield. Worse yet, it was flight that brought her to Helovia and it was flight that brought her to the Throat. However, she had vowed that she would not be defined by thses past choices. Had she stayed in her old home, she would have perished like the others – and she wasn’t willing to throw away the gift that she was given in the end. She was willing to fight now, a fire had been lit inside. “I agree. That’s the lesson I learned to come to Helovia. But what I know now that I didn’t know then is that I can fight for my people – fight with them. And I gladly will if the circumstances ever called for me to do so,” the little mare said, quietly. She supposed the battle that had just transpired was evidence of such circumstances.
“However, I’m a storyteller at heart – my interests are more along the lines of legends and history and teaching than fighting. I was told when I first came to Helovia that most herds have such a rank, but it may have a different name in each herd,” she finished, her eyes again flickering between the two. But her attention was quickly divertet as Ampere activated the pillar.
Najya was quite transfixed by the appearance of flaming wings at her sides. Having been earthbound her entire life, she was quite nervous at the potential of flying. She took a tentative step forward, somewhat hesitant, but equally excited at the prospect of this new development. When she had imagined a bridge – she had assumed she’d be walking.
“Cera. I’ll remember that. Thank you, Ampere,” she added, with a polite dip of her head and a small smile.
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Mesec the Nightwind Posts: 476
| World's Edge Glazier atk: 5.5 | def: 9 | dam: 5 |
| Stallion :: Tribrid :: 16.3hh :: 7 years old HP: 76 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Lucius :: Royal Zephyr :: Roc
& Lyra :: Common Kitsune :: Dreams
Sarah |
I'll fight to survive through this thunderous life
without you by my side
Mesec was so ready to believe Ampere, so ready to believe that somehow they could train the ability - the monster that was hidden inside of him. For the moment, that blissful moment when he stood near her once more, he let that belief take root inside of him. He let himself be fooled by her talk of sunshine and her strength. It wouldn’t last long, the sun never did, but it was hard to deny her right now. So for now he just smiled faintly at her and nodded, any argument gone right out of him. No, his wasn’t the first magic to lose control and it wouldn’t be the last. But this wasn’t a trick of shadows or a spark of electricity - it was an entirely separate creature from himself.
At any rate, he was not left to worry for long - there were other things to think about. Najya’s cough had forced them to change the subject and as Ampere moved away to insert her key - Mesec turned to the flaxen mare. “If you want to be a storyteller, you should talk to Maren. I believe she’s the head of those ranks in the Throat right now.” He glanced at Ampere, checking to make sure that he got this right. Later, he’d give Najya some descriptions to go with all of the names that they were handing out. He remembered wandering the Throat with names but no faces to go with them - the process would certainly be easier if he had known what faces to look for.
He had never actually seen the bridge in use, not up close, and the flicker of fire that burst into brilliant wings on the back of not only Najya but Ampere as well fascinated him. Harmless, beautiful flames. Mesec looked back to see if any were on his own back but it seemed to just be working on the pair of them. Those roaming silver eyes lingered on one of their figures, blue illuminated with warm oranges and reds, before some hesitation on Najya’s part caught his attention and caused a brighter smile on his face. “I guess I could have mentioned the fire.” Mesec gently teased, his mind too heavy to put much effort into the joke. In time with them, he unfurled his regular old wings, the fire from the two mares shining on his dark skin. He made certain that they were ready before taking off, coasting alongside the pair. Though he knew that the bridge was quite safe, he kept an eye on Najya - watching for any sign of distress.
She was certainly getting quite the introduction to Helovia: from invasion to monsters to fiery wings.
Once they were landed safely and the fire gone, Najya was officially in the Throat. “Come on, let’s find somewhere for you to rest and later I’ll give you a tour.” The coughing and black ooze that they were both displaying worried him greatly, and even if Najya protested they had made quite the journey here and it would be good for her to rest, even if only for a little bit. And then finally, his voice softer, he turned to reach out to Ampere once more. “Thank you, Ampere.” If he was lucky, they would not be parted for long this time. |
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