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04-11-2016, 05:43 PM
fiachra
Home, where I wanted to go,
And nothing else compares.
And nothing else compares.
The shadowy stallion drew closer to the bank, still amazingly perched atop the surface of the water. Now that he was closer, as close as they could be without her exiting her shelter from the rain or him coming off from the flowing river, Fiachra could see that he wasn't as large at she had originally though him to be. In fact, he seemed to be a bit shorter in stature than she. He had a enormous air about him, though, that made him seem bigger than he was. What a character, she mused to herself.
She refused to come out from her shade and cover unless given ample enough reason, so she watched him from afar. Magic, he explained. Fiachra's ears pricked in singular interest. He was the first to exhibit or even speak of magic here in Helovia. In the Oaken Riy where she had grown up, magic was often spoke of in legend and song, but never had she been seen any performed. Long ago, she had forgone the idea that magic really existed, filing it away among the other things that could never be proven, much like the existence of the Three Mythics. There were few things she believed in that could not be seen with her very eyes and until today, magic had been one of them.
Her ebony lips parted in a quiet intake of breath. Peering at his hooves, she tried to detect the movement he must be performing to remain gliding across the water's surface. He seemed to not exert any effort at all. "How wonderful!" Fiachra exclaimed, wishing to look closer, but unwilling to step back out into the downpour. "Were you born with such an ability, or did you acquire it somehow?" She was abrupt in her eagerness to learn, she realized. "If you don't mind my asking," added she, for fear she may have seemed rude.
"Talk."
She refused to come out from her shade and cover unless given ample enough reason, so she watched him from afar. Magic, he explained. Fiachra's ears pricked in singular interest. He was the first to exhibit or even speak of magic here in Helovia. In the Oaken Riy where she had grown up, magic was often spoke of in legend and song, but never had she been seen any performed. Long ago, she had forgone the idea that magic really existed, filing it away among the other things that could never be proven, much like the existence of the Three Mythics. There were few things she believed in that could not be seen with her very eyes and until today, magic had been one of them.
Her ebony lips parted in a quiet intake of breath. Peering at his hooves, she tried to detect the movement he must be performing to remain gliding across the water's surface. He seemed to not exert any effort at all. "How wonderful!" Fiachra exclaimed, wishing to look closer, but unwilling to step back out into the downpour. "Were you born with such an ability, or did you acquire it somehow?" She was abrupt in her eagerness to learn, she realized. "If you don't mind my asking," added she, for fear she may have seemed rude.
"Talk."
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