Chaos is a ladder

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Naerys Posts: 86

World's Edge Sleuth atk: 7 | def: 10 | dam: 4

Mare :: Pegasus :: 16.1 :: 3 :: Tallsun HP: 65.5 | Buff: NOVICE

Petyr :: Bornean Green Magpie :: Ashen Rottie

03-01-2016, 03:12 AM

Naerys

Comparatively speaking, Frostfall this year wasn't nearly as bad as it had been the year before. Even so, the biting winds that frequent the Edge are enough to drive her south - towards the only place she knew that could warm the chill and stiffness from her bones. Helovia's heart. To be fair, it wasn't that long ago that she was here. After stumbling across the gathering and that strange yet grumpy bird-like creature, she chose to linger nearby - soaking up all the warmth she could before returning home.

At least, that had been her initial intent.

But that was before Petyr swooped by her and circled around her to tug at her mane before disappearing down the mouth of the cave. The vivid green bird wanted her to follow him and though that generally means he's found something worthy of her attention, she hesitates at the mouth of the cave and peers into the darkness below. She wants to be more cautious, more careful with her fragile life for her mother's sake but the pull of her curiosity is strong; strong enough to override any trace of caution lingering in her mind. Yet as she stands in her temporary limbo, she can feel Petyr's tug on her once more through their shared mental connection. Only this time he doesn't bother to attempt to physically find her. He doesn't need to because this time she complies to his demands.

Naerys exhales softly, the breath a mere feather-light whisper against the warmer Frostfall air hanging over Helovia's heart. Then, with feathered wings folded and daintily tucked against her sides, she slips into the darkness of the caves beneath the surface. Once below, the girl pauses again but only long enough to allow her eyes to adjust to the change. "Petyr?" she questions while her teal gaze narrows in a vain attempt to combat the darkness. But he doesn't respond and as her vision adjusts, she quickly understands why. Petyr is not waiting in the first room but rather somewhere deeper in the expansive cave system.

And he isn't about to leave whatever he's found to show her the way.

Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, she snorts derisively before proceeding forward on long, slender legs that have only just lost the knobby-kneed appearance of foal-hood. Soon, she'd begin to fill out into a more womanly shape and Goddess only knows what will happen then (except for the increase in trust, responsibility, and new tasks for her to focus on - all she's ever wanted since she turned one). Naerys moves forward with a sense of purpose though she slows as she arrives at each room. There was the Sanctuary first but Petyr hadn't been there. Next came the room with the wall but she find that it, too, was empty. And then the waterfall room, which she also found void of the familiar green bird. But as she pulls into the glowing room, her teal eyes quickly find his small form. He turns his head to look at her with his pale, nearly white eyes and she'd been expecting his usual bird vocals - some sort of whistle or squawking sound to attempt to pull her closer. What she received instead almost made her jump.

'Prit-tee' his voice is clear in her mind, oddly adult and tinged with a husky sort of breathy quality. It isn't overly deep, very different from the King's voice and her father's, but the most startling is the childish quality of the single spoken word in that voice. The two simply didn't match up but she knew that it was him and that he had somehow spoken to her - and had it really been strictly in her mind? Petyr returned his attention to the object he held tightly in his claws, unperturbed by Naerys' reaction. In fact, he was almost delighted by the notion that he could startle her to that degree. It left him feeling rather mischievous and, oddly, proud.

When no more words sounded - either in her head or bouncing around off the cave walls - Naerys gently shook her head. "You...you can talk?" she asks, bewildered yet excited, as she walks to Petyr's side. But the question seems to fall on deaf ears and, within seconds, as her teal eyes fall to the shiny dagger that he'd been protecting her question didn't even matter anymore. Lowering her muzzle towards the larger bladed end, she hovers just above the surface, her warm breath fogging the steel. "It is pretty. I wonder what it's doing down here..." But Naerys' voice trails off as she continues her examination of the medium dagger - still shiny and silver-toned despite the location. Petyr continues to perch on the dagger's grey leather grip, his pale eyes examining his bonded's face.

Oh, what a pretty shiny Petyr has discovered!

in your heart shall burn
an unquenchable flame

Coding by Tamme; Image by Tier

:D Petyr can talk now! And he found her first dagger.
Everything that happens next I want to be kept private ICly, so no eavesdroppers please!

IN YOUR HEART SHALL BURN AN UNQUENCHABLE FLAME

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03-20-2016, 10:48 PM

“Do you often take things that aren’t yours?” The voice cracked with age, with disuse, was not malicious with the question - simply curious. Although the sound echoed slightly even here, among all the glowing mosses and plants that absorbed it, the speaker did not waste more time in theatrics before emerging. Well, not too many theatrics at least. From the source of the noise, if she was quick enough to catch it before the echos, some moss began to move close to the ground - shifting before rising seemingly into the sky. But this moss had legs, not to mention a head and tail too. Some of the moss fell off as he stood up - earning a snort from the short stallion. The camouflage had served its purpose, he supposed, and would still be there when he needed to re-apply his disguise later on.

For now, though, his attention was not on the moss or the growing things but instead on this curious girl and her strange little green bird. Black eyes blinked impassively as he stepped further out of the shadows. Quickly making it apparent that he was not exactly short but rather had drooped with age - his dark coat and mane mottled with grey hairs. Though the rest of him might have dulled, the dual-lines of small horns that ran from his nose, beside his mane, and down his spine to his tail still glowed softly like the plants they were surrounded by.

And his eyes shone even brighter.

It had been a very long time since he had any company.

His legs are protesting about being stretched with these few small steps and there was a small sigh of relief as he came to a stop again. No wonder he had not been able to get back up out of these caves after coming down - his body just wouldn’t be able to make it. Thank the Gods there was enough food down here, enough shadows to hide in when those creatures from above inevitably came poking around.

“Are you a thief?” Again, no hint of danger in the hoarse voice as he watched the winged pair. She was young, but he had seen - had trained - thieves younger than her. It was easier when they were young - before they grew old and lazy.

@Naerys sorry it took so long! <3

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