CHERNOBYL

For weeks now she has been pretty much camping out in and around the Heart Caves. Studying the visual puzzles vigorously. Hieroglyphs, her mind kept repeating the word as her black eyes blink idly and her mouth grabs at the fading grasses. Even as she nourishes herself she cannot pry her mind away from the engravings that glow inside those mysterious caves. The pictures that someone left for them to find – someone who was alive centuries ago, perhaps it was even the Gods..or their friends, or their enemies. Who knows...because they cannot decipher them completely. Here and there she has found some who know what they are and few have even decoded the God's symbols. How much further will it go? What will they discover?

Dusk dies away and the forest surrounding the cave's opening has become dark. The only light beams from beyond the hills, a bright crescent moon is on the rise tonight; to float among a cloudless star filled sky. She is grazing still, but finds her mouth dry now. Water seems to be a delightful idea. And so she moves off with no hesitation, taking a small barely used north-western path that will take her to a piece of the big two-headed river that runs through Helovia from the seas.

It's not far, and she isn't winded when she reaches the eroded edge of the rushing river. It looks dangerous in some, most,  spots and the wise mare knows well enough to  find a stable piece of pebbly shore to stand on, a flowing pocket of calm waters swirling in front of it. She bends to drink, peacefully as normal, the only sound is trickling water and her gulping down sweet hydration. Suddenly something bright and blue, sparkling and tinkling like bells, it comes flying from the waters in front of her nose and shoots away as fast as a shooting star. She jumps nearly nine feet in the air (exaggeration), stumbling backward  and falling onto her ass. Her big black eyes, usually swarming with contempt and fiery annoyance, are lit with fear and confusion. She breathes heavily, almost gasping like, as she rises to her feet. She can find nothing as she looks around and by now the moonlight is vibrant and flows along with the river like a stream of light cutting through the trees.

Something is stirring under the waters surface again and Chernobyl resists the inclination to simply run and leave the weirdness far behind. Two more, orange like a burning sun, come popping out shooting off until their light and their gentle tinkling sound is drowned by the tumbling river's whispers. “What...in...the..?” She steps closer, but not too close, not quite enough to peer over the edge. If anyone stumbles across her now she'll be looking very odd...reluctantly peering over the edge of a river bank, mouth agape and eyes wide..

What the..?



Summary: Chernobyl sees glowing (faeries) popping out of the river when she goes to take a drink in the middle of the night. She's scared as shit which never happens. So. Nows your time c;

She's by the river, NW, not by the caves.

It's slightly breezy, chilly autumn night with a bright waxing crescent moon.





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if i had a heart i could love you,
if i had a voice i would sing.

CHERNOBYL

When the voice slithers in from behind she jumps a bit and whirls to meet her dark eyes with the mare and her...creature. “Is that so?” Her cool voice meets the chilly air with familiarity, she's just as cold as the impending Frostfall. With frozen skin and a still mind, a sharp tongue and a calculating deafness to her movements – like a tumbling flake of snow finding it's way to the ground. She's all black save for an odd marking beneath her left eye, a line with a few white speckles. A scar perhaps, but she would never share such a detail about herself so we may never really know.

“My name is Chernobyl.” She has a voice of gritty granite. It is not feminine nor masculine, but neutral and thick. She looks on now, onto the waters and then to the heavily(?) pregnant drafty mare. “And thank you for the information, stranger.” She says she very quietly, as if not sure why she would be saying such a thing. She nods, but the girl wouldn't see for she is mouth deep in the rippling waters now. The black unicorn joins her peacefully and dips her muzzle into the rustling liquid, sucking in fat gulps of the cold liquid and blinking sedately. After they were finished, or at least after Bull fulfills her hydration quota, she speaks again. “And what brings you here tonight?” She doesn't look to the stranger but instead through the gaps in the trees to a bright, partly hidden moon. Chernobyl has already shared more and said more than she usually ever does to anyone. Typically she is the one that moves off without a word in response when someone finds her and ruins her solitude, leaving only her scar rudeness upon someone's feelings and a few footprints to prove she even exists in this world.

Tonight the moon seems to sparkle the same twinge of light that sprinkled after the faeries when they were flying around just a second or two ago. Was it her mind, or were the two connected in some way? She shakes her head and flits her black eyes all over the sky while she waits for the stranger to respond. And for whatever reason, Bull is completely unaffected by the llama. As if she's seen a million before or as if it's merely a ghost.



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if i had a heart i could love you,
if i had a voice i would sing.

CHERNOBYL

She drinks the tranquil silent of her new found acquaintance – even her ball-eyed, donkey eared companion seems quiet in it's movements. The black mare can feel the cold fluid coil in her gut; gurgling and settling amongst the fodder also rolling around in there. Before the wind picks back up it is the only sound for a few moments. Chernobyl prefers this woman immediately, the silent, the contemplative pauses, it was downright delightful. Much better than any company she's been around in the last year. Murdock briefly flashes across her mind and she feels her heart sink to her toes, break on the frozen ground and melt away. It does that a lot. Metaphorically, of course.

She lets her eyes follow the same path as her pale accomplice and fixes on the flickering stars. The grinning moon licks everything in her silver light. The river's tumbling water's sparkle while they sing their tinkling chime over the rounded stones. By the time the woman answer's she almost forgets what she had asked moments prior. She doesn't turn to look at her, but instead bends only an ear and keeps her dark starry eyes on sky. The slight breeze sweeps her thick forelock to the left side of her face, covering her eye and the peculiar white marking on her upper cheek. 'Home', the word resonated in her brain and she matched the woman's sigh and nodded, acknowledging her comprehension of exactly what December means by her cryptic answer.

“I came for some fresh air – I've been holed up in the caves for days and I was getting really comfortable there.” She half smiles with a sarcastic start to a laugh, a laugh left unfinished. “The faeries found me, for whatever reason, and you too, I suppose.” She finally draws her eyes to level with the other mare's for a moment, “Certainly not planned on my part.” And then her gaze drifts back to the sky. All the makes a sound is their breathing, their digestion, perhaps a snort or whicker or tail flick, but otherwise they remain looking toward the atmosphere's littleness sky.



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if i had a heart i could love you,
if i had a voice i would sing.