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02-03-2016, 01:16 PM
don't get lost in my lyrics you won't find your way out It had been a long while since Aisling had expected an audience for her songs, let alone an answer, but low and behold one came to her. Quiet and mournful as her own voice had been the whinny finds its way to her through the shadowed trees. For a moment she stood, breathless, and waited for the call to come again but it did not repeat itself immediately. The faerie girl had been in this wood enough to know how it played tricks. Especially now, at the end of orange moon with the trans half bare and the wily wind at play. Any sound might only have been the whispering of leaves, and any path looked much the same from both directions: a fortress of solitude, if that’s what one sought. Aisling never wanted solitude, it was much to easy to be sad when she was on her own. It must have been someone. Please, let it be someone. “Hello, be there anyone there?” she spoke into the silence, voice raised but slightly tremulous. She listened for the space of one heartbeat, maybe too, before moving in the direction she’d thought the sound had come from. She picked her wary though the brambles with care, letting out a quite whinny herself every so often and pausing to wait for a response before surging on. She had been sad, damn it, and so had that call that answered and in her mind there could be no simpler balm than good company and that made the stout little mare all the more determined to find someone! Some might've said it was luck that she found the colt so soon, though Aisling would always name it as fate. He was a skinny thing, all the gangrenes of youth, but she was quick to notice that he seemed to lack a child usual exuberance. Perhaps the poor dear is scared, what is he doing out here all alone? Not wishing to frighten or startle she kept her voice quiet an gentle when she called and kept her distance initially—not that she would make anyone nervous, in fact she was barely taller that the young man anyway. “Hello lad, are you the one who called? My name is Aisling.” She took a few careful steps forward. “May I walk with you?” ".” [ooc: @Milo |
[now come the days of the dreamer and they are filled with wonder and light ]
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