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12-25-2015, 01:26 AM
Zandora
Yes, dear, I'm smiling
Inside I'm dying
Inside I'm dying
Zandora didn't know who she was anymore. She wasn't sure what she had become, if she wanted to be someone, if she wanted to hide, or if she simply didn't want to exist. Too much had happened it seemed and she was caught adrift with the winds, like tumbleweed in a barren desert. So she stuck to the only thing she did know well, and that was traveling. Her daggers had brought her to the thistle meadow, a place that she hadn't visited much before.
It appeared that it was that certain time of the year where family could stand each other and gifts were given. Although she had never experienced any of these rituals, she had heard of the stories of "Christmas" or whatever it was called. Deciding that she would investigate, the sounds of bells ringing in her drums brought her to a massive gathering. There were tons of equines, an array of colors and body types and oh, just causally a massive turtle.
Ears perked forward as she made her way through the crowds of people, familiar faces dancing throughout the waves of other curious equines. Her sight was awed by the icy fortress of pines and snow, along with the chiming bells and spirit that seemed to echo throughout the place. Perhaps there was such thing as Christmas joy after all. A smile drifted on her face as she looked at the kind turtle, if only Helovia had more of these planted around, she would be a happier creature. But, happiness was never that easy.
"Talk?"
OCC: yay
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No restrictions on things that can happen to Zandora, please tag in first posts only.
