the Rift


[OPEN] Wind and snow and seven notes of music

Erthë Posts: 440
Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 5.5
Filly :: Hybrid :: 14,2 hh :: 3 years HP: 64.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Chan
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The winter had been gentle this year, or so the elder horses said. Even so, Erthë had never realized how scarce food could become. As a child she had followed at her mothers heels and learned to scrape a living even in landscapes too hostile for equines, but Shadow had never had a chance to teach the young daughter about the cold, barren months where nothing grew and what little grass there was lay hidden beneath layers of snow and ice. The season was mild, but supplies were still meager and hunger became a frequent companion to many.

In many ways, Erthë still had it easy. When the sparse grasses in the Edge ran out all she had to do was take flight and seek out richer pastures. Her wings could take her anywhere, farther off than perhaps anyone in the herd realized. But this day her excursion brought her no further than to the western rim of the vast meadow. Between her stomach growling and the happy prospect of maybe running into her father this close to home she saw no reason to go any further. Today she was content to roam the rolling hills, scrape through layers of snow and ice to reach the weeds left behind from past summers and watch as bright sunlight turned to night wherever she went. The silver circlet rested cold and heavy against her leg and made her feel pretty, mysterious even while performing such mundane tasks as filling her belly.

She would afford herself this small luxury. Life was not so easy to live all days, and today the snowflower wished to spoil herself. The only thing that could possibly make the morning better would be a surprise visit from Lady Moon... but she knew she mustn't get greedy. Being allowed to adore Her from afar was honor enough - at least for the time being.

Erthë hummed a quiet tune where she picked her way slowly between tufts of grass, as relaxed and settled as she ever would be outside the safe confines of the misted woodlands she called home. It was a simple melody, warm and lazy as the first warmth in spring - it brought the mind to memories of lullabies, a mothers wordless hymn... Out of all the things the shadow mare had left behind, this was perhaps by far the simplest. Even so the filly thought of it as the most treasured one, for it was something she would never be able to lose.  


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Waiting for the rain I'm bracing for the thunder
A twig that wouldn't sway in the wind


@Rexanna
@Kiuaji

It's morning and the sun is shining, but since Erthë's wearing the Moon bracelet it becomes midnight wherever she goes!

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