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06-16-2016, 06:18 PM
Every step she took caused a shimmering cascade of noise to erupt around her courtesy of the dozens of glass-shard wind chimes she carried. The pale mare had never thought herself much for pretty things, but between patrols and the occasional spar, she found that she had a knack for decorating. The idea for the shattered remnants of the old wall to be upcycled into wind chimes had popped into her head during discussions concerning the renovations that were to take place throughout the Edge.
She hadn't spoke up during the meeting, of course - she hadn't been too keen on being labeled the Edge's newest interior designer - but she had brought it up quietly with those who governed her home and the idea had been endorsed well enough. So now, she was covered. The chimes hung from her outstretched wings, forcing her to weave slowly and carefully through the trees before finally breaking free of the treeline and stepping gingerly toward the Cliffside.
Strong winds buffeted the underside of her wings and threatened to take the chimes with it, but with some slight maneuvering and the assistance of a nearby boulder, Orithia was able to maintain the chimes' place dangling from her wings. Looking about, the mare found that she was quite alone and cursed under her breath before raising her voice over the rush of the ocean below, "Hey! Someone want to help me hang these chimes?"
She hadn't spoke up during the meeting, of course - she hadn't been too keen on being labeled the Edge's newest interior designer - but she had brought it up quietly with those who governed her home and the idea had been endorsed well enough. So now, she was covered. The chimes hung from her outstretched wings, forcing her to weave slowly and carefully through the trees before finally breaking free of the treeline and stepping gingerly toward the Cliffside.
Strong winds buffeted the underside of her wings and threatened to take the chimes with it, but with some slight maneuvering and the assistance of a nearby boulder, Orithia was able to maintain the chimes' place dangling from her wings. Looking about, the mare found that she was quite alone and cursed under her breath before raising her voice over the rush of the ocean below, "Hey! Someone want to help me hang these chimes?"
@Glasgow and anyone else (KIDLETS STRONGLY ENCOURAGED)
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Honestly, kick her ass at any time. Seriously.
Any and all aggressive and non-aggressive contact permitted.
Please no permanent injury or death. We'll get to that part at some point.
xoxo
