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Aelfwine Posts: 101
Dragon's Throat Warrior atk: 4 | def: 8.5 | dam: 6
Mare :: Unicorn :: 16.1 :: 6 years HP: 60 | Buff: NOVICE
Vanya :: Common Cerndyr :: Lamplight Skylark
#1

Aelfwine


Tallsun had proven to be warmer than the doe had originally imagined. The sun beat down through the little crevices in the trees and dappled her already dappled hide. She had been walking for what seemed like forever, always on the search for her brother that bore the same tree-like marking and large rack of horns sitting upon their brows. And this was the one place she hadn’t looked. She did remember Arah telling her that Tilney lived in the World’s Edge, but where exactly was it? She had searched and met a few others, and still had never managed to find the land that seemed to hold their family’s secrets. Was Tuppence here too? Another one of her siblings she hadn’t seen in quite some time.

Still, the dappled doe trudged on, large ebony antlers casting large blackened shadows upon the path of the beaten earth. She stepped further and further in, only coming to a stop when she felt the gentle crack of shattered glass beneath her cloven hooves. Immediately, emerald gaze dove downward and she spotted the gentle glittering of a wall that looked to have been made of glass. It was probably beautiful in its prime. But what had happened to cause such an event? Would such circumstances happen again? The mare definitely didn’t want to be caught in the crossfire. A soft sigh passed her lips as her tail flickered against her hocks as she inspected the wall, ears up and high like a banner for the little hint of any kind of sound.

Roses hang like paintings of you
Oh, How beautiful you are


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For Maude only please! She's stopped at the wall and doesn't know where she is. Also, i suck at starters so I apologize xD
@Maude

Maude Posts: 140
World's Edge Filly
Filly :: Unicorn :: 15.3 :: Yearling
Bunnie
#2

Fate, as Maude was beginning to learn, was a peculiar thing.

The Sun had brought with him a new day, golden and spilling all through the misty branches. It didn’t take long for the fog to fade with the overwhelming summer heat, and soon the forest air was clear, but for the dust dancing down from, well, Maude wasn’t sure. She’d started the morning with both her parents, the little one had not been invited with her father to the greenhouse as she had other days, and so had been left in their usual, cozy clearing for the day.

She had crushed a couple plants the last time in an enthusiastic bout, and while she didn’t think he was mad at her, he probably had decided his precious saplings were safer without her childish antics threatening them. Maude didn’t resent him, even when the morning drew late, and nothing all that interesting had happened; she was learning, with quiet distaste, that life was often boring, especially in the lazy afternoon.

So, when Arah had dozed away (as boredom would cause), Maude cast the dreaded sleepiness encroaching upon her away. With a last, smiling glance at her slumbering dam, the filly trots out into the greater Edge.

She only vaguely remembers something about a glass wall up until she’s stepping on their sparkling crunch. Then, the memory of being told about it, and how it denoted the edge of their home, comes flooding back, as if she’d known all along, as if she’d been planning to make it here. The delight at both the shining nature of the glass fragments, and at having made it this far without one of her parents hunting her down, is evident on her face, a great smile reaching inward to light up her pale green eyes. She begins to ponder skirting around the few tall remnants and out into Helovia proper.

That light inside those eyes flickers slightly (and her smile vanishes) when she hears someone release a sigh very near by, and an almost silent peep of surprise escapes her mouth as she quickly turns about to look at the direction of the noise maker, finding only the smooth face of the wall instead of a stranger. Inside her chest, her tiny heart thud thuds against her breast, but she hoists both her tail and crown, trotting over to the section of the wall the sound had come from, regardless of the natural worry that had rose inside her.

Hello?” childishly questions the babe, only just seeing black antlers cresting the height of the broken wall; her smiles returned, her fluttering heart now racing as much with excitement as it does worry. She doesn’t know how to differentiate between them very well, anyway, and, as no one has ever been mean to her, the doll honestly expects only friendship, or grown-up pride, from whoever it is on the other side of the wall. Her pale eyes glisten with wonder as she cranes her neck to the side of the wall for a look at whoever it is, suddenly much more hesitant to cross out of the herd than she had been before.





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Aelfwine Posts: 101
Dragon's Throat Warrior atk: 4 | def: 8.5 | dam: 6
Mare :: Unicorn :: 16.1 :: 6 years HP: 60 | Buff: NOVICE
Vanya :: Common Cerndyr :: Lamplight Skylark
#3

Aelfwine


There was a slight crack, barely audible against the wind and sounds of nature. They rushed to and fro, little sounds of birds chirping and animals whirring around among the lush undergrowth that thrived in the shade that the trees provided here. Aelfwine paid the sound no attention, not unless it had been grabbing. But for a moment, her ear flickered, uncertain if the doe had even heard something in the first place. Instead, she continued her inspection of the spiderwebbed glass, emerald orbs dancing from crack to crack for perhaps an idea of where this place was. She touched her compass briefly, the little one that hung around her neck as a way of possibly learning where perhaps the thing she wanted most would be located. If only it still worked. After her and Tilney’s mother had blessed their belongings, Tilney’s lantern had lit up when he couldn’t see at night, and when the dappled mare got lost in the woods and all she wanted was the warm embrace of her brother and family, the compass pointed her there. It had failed to work here, but she continued to touch it as if it were a nervous tick, something that she needed silently to remind herself that she would be okay here – and perhaps maybe one day, the thing would work again.

She stepped back for a moment, ready to lift her head before a soft “hello?” filled the air. Her head lifted up, tall against her already tall height as her ears swooped forward and emerald gaze sought out the sound. It sounded small, fragile even. Aelfwine carefully stepped closer to the glass wall, craning and arching her neck to lift her pale heavy skull over the glass fragments that reached upwards as spikes toward the sky. And then, she saw the filly. Her emerald gaze sweeping over the tiny child for a mere moment in silence as she blatantly stared at the child in curiosity. There was something that just seemed far too familiar to her. Something that seemed off and exciting and even enchanting. Or maybe, Aelfwine had been thinking about it too much and she just felt a connection with the child for the simplistic soft green gaze and the promise of horns budding across her brow. She didn’t have a lot of time for questions, though, so instead she focused entirely on where she was. “Hello.” She began, eyes seeking out the filly’s. “Is this the World’s Edge?” She questioned, an honest idea that perhaps if this wasn’t the right area she’d have more time to seek out the correct land. She didn’t dwell on questions or names, all she wanted to know off the bat was whether or not the land she had found herself in was the one that really mattered.

Roses hang like paintings of you
Oh, How beautiful you are


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@Maude :DDDD

Maude Posts: 140
World's Edge Filly
Filly :: Unicorn :: 15.3 :: Yearling
Bunnie
#4

The woman which appears from behind the wall is a pretty one. Her coat is the color of ashes and clouds, her eyes the rich emerald green of the trees above. Rippling, and full, unlike some others Maude had seen, her tail is glossy in the afternoon sun, and the little copper kissed cream puff of a child feels jealousy wriggle through her for the first time in her life. Her tail was a feather duster of a thing, small and of its own mind, rather unlike the stranger’s somber and elegant tresses. As she’s already wondered many times while playing with her mother’s long, ivory mane, the girl cannot help but ask the invisible voice in her head when her hair will be long and pretty, too.

The child thinks nothing of the dark antlers towering over the strangers head, or the familiarity of the markings along her back. She can only think of how envious she is, and also what to do next. Part of her wants to look over her shoulder for her dad, but she doesn’t, instead taking a deep breath of self assurance.

Surely everything will be okay if she’s just honest, right? It’s what her parents had asked her to do, anyway. Besides, the lady seemed like she was nice.

Yes,” she beams up at the stranger, deducing that, if she was looking for the Edge, she must belong here. Her delight falters ever so slightly as she tries to find something to say next. Not that she had to, of course, but because she desperately wanted to chatter at this woman that had kept her from making her way out into the big world. It was the least she could do, right? Mom was sure to wake up any moment and ruin the afternoon for them both. Maude simply wanted to increase the amount of fun between then and now, but was unsure where to glean it from. “You live here, too?

She could. Maude rarely went anywhere but her parent’s clearing and the greenhouse. She certainly had never been to a herd meeting, or met a large number of her herd mates, either. For all she knew, Aelfwine was Queen of the Edge, but she was of the thought that someone else was. She’d been told, of course, but being so new to the world meant you got told a lot of things. That she remembered any of them at this point was a good thing.





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@Aelfwine
Hold onto this lullaby, even when the music's gone.

Aelfwine Posts: 101
Dragon's Throat Warrior atk: 4 | def: 8.5 | dam: 6
Mare :: Unicorn :: 16.1 :: 6 years HP: 60 | Buff: NOVICE
Vanya :: Common Cerndyr :: Lamplight Skylark
#5

Aelfwine


Aelfwine didn’t mean to come off a bit strong, but she couldn’t help but notice the slight distrust that came from the filly. Of course it was the right thing to do, be wary of a stranger at the border. The doe could understand that. But as she peered at the filly as the child seemed to size her up and down, Aelfwine could only smile softly. The child looked as though she were made of light, and the dappled doe found herself feeling more and more attached to the child the more she realized the filly subconsciously mimicked herself at a young age. And so, she was patient as the filly said yes to her question. Joy spread through the dappled doe’s chest and limbs, vibrating her blood with a ferocity that ’yes, I’ve made it, but now what?’ Before Aelfwine had a chance to ask her brothers whereabouts, the filly poised a question aimed at her as well.

She shook her heavy crowned head as her emerald gaze swept over the filly – her head still dangerously hanging over the sharp spikes of glass. “No. But I’d like to!” She added in, eerily just as cheery as Tilney’s usual façade was. Yet, before the mare could ask if she could come in, she went to move her head back over to her side of the wall, unfortunately quite too close to the glass that seemed more like a barbed wire fence in this instance. It tugged at her skin, drawing various lines of jagged cuts along her neck and under her jaw. She winced, pulling back further to her side but not before more damage had been done. Her eyes closed sharply and she stepped back quickly from the wall, the little cuts feeling more like hundreds of papercuts, beginning to bleed a crimson liquid down her neck.

Her initial reaction was to search for some sort of plant to try and relieve it, as she had seen Tilney do long before they separated ways, but here in Helovia nothing seemed too familiar to her. And suddenly, her attention was back on the filly on the other side of the wall. “Can you get a healer?” She questioned in as formal a tone she could, doing her best to try and keep her jaw clamped shut. It was quite an uncomfortable hurt – nothing that was life ending or excruciating, but more of an annoying kind of pain. She didn’t want to have to talk too much because of the pain of moving the cuts ever so slightly, causing them to bleed further, and so she did her best in her muffled tone – hoping that perhaps the child knew of someone that might know a thing or two about the plants here in Helovia, and someone that could at least help her stop the bleeding.

Roses hang like paintings of you
Oh, How beautiful you are


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@Maude this was all sorts of awkward but YAY FAMILY REUNION

Maude Posts: 140
World's Edge Filly
Filly :: Unicorn :: 15.3 :: Yearling
Bunnie
#6

The way the strange, gray mare spoke was definitely a misty sort of somber that made Maude think of shadows, she was still definitely less scary than Glasgow had been. Her head tilting ever so slightly in the short seconds between her question and the stranger’s answer, the girl’s smile doesn’t fade in the slightest. Delighted to hear such an honest response (and further instilling the lie that others can be implicitly trusted), the little one’s hooves dance beneath her.

Besides, who wouldn’t want to live in the Edge! It was so pretty, and her family lived here, too. She loved her family, and certainly the stranger would, too.

Yay!” she began to reply, her yellow-green eyes glittering wildly with the delight she felt rush through her. The next two emotions, however, made a steady downhill decline, the first of which being a dark confusion as to what to do next. The second arrives at the tail of the wonder of what to do with strangers who want new homes, and is as bright as the red which spills down from the woman’s throat. “Oh!

Maude’s heart begins to slam wildly against her ribcage, the easy smiles falling away into a worried grimace. She’d never seen blood or wounds before, much less such gruesome amounts, and it makes her throat tighten up fast, and her legs feel wobbly and weak. Swallowing down her disgust and horror, especially when she asks for a healer, the little one bobs her head ferociously, yes!

I go get Daddy,” fretfully answers the doll as she dances back towards the heart of the herd, concern a strange mask on a face so young as she glances back on her way, “you wait here, otay! Don’t move!

Even with the dark nature of her quest, the little one feels a soft smile linger on her lips as she bolts headlong towards the greenhouse as swift as her tiny hooves will carry her. She’d heard her dad say that so many times, and she’d almost never listened. She wonders if the older woman will, if that’s something you learn when you are older, or if listening is easier if you’re really in danger. By the time the shiny panels of the greenhouse are in view, however, that smile has been replaced with the worried expression of a small child who cannot chase the thought of blood away with jokes.

Daddy!” she’s shouted like a siren three times on her way, skittering into the threshold with breathless haste, “the lady got hurt!

She only now realizes she’d never even learned the lady’s name, and that she wasn’t even supposed to be where the lady is at all. Maybe he won’t think to notice? Yeah. It was a lot of blood, after all.

[ OOC: Permission for Neverr to PP as necessary to get them both back to Tuppence <3 Also AWKWARD IS BEST ]



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@Tilney
Hold onto this lullaby, even when the music's gone.

Tilney Posts: 288
World's Edge Moon Doctor atk: 4 | def: 9 | dam: 6
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.2hh :: VI HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE
Peatree :: Lesser Fruit Bat :: None Neverrmind
#7
tilney
and oh, there is more to this life
Tilneys keen hearing had grown more and more acute to the sound of his young ones voice. Whether she was right beside him or a hundred yards away he would always hear her little squeaks. Today though Tilney was right by the cliffs, crafting some cedar cuttings he had been working on - it was quite the process. He way laid in the meadow grass, a stick between his knees. He'd chomp off one half off of an old cedar twig at such an angle it could be slotted into place over a young growth, and then tied at the join with a lock of his hair to prevent water form damaging the graft. In a few weeks the newly rafted cedar trees would be inspected for any signs of heartwood developing - it was something they would desperately need over winter for sore throats.
'Daddy!'  the flaxen man finally heard; his daughters third attempt at summoning his attention. The sea crashing below had stolen most if not all of his hearing until she had come close enough.

"The lady got hurt!"
Carefully placing his grafts on their pillow of meadow grass, Tilney turned to face the worried, panting mess that was his daughter. Someone was hurt, or so Maude had said. "Show me; Take me to her Maudie"  The doctor instructed, following the pearly girls leaping paces and moppy tail. Tilney was incredibly impressed that she knew to come to him, and how calm she seemed to be despite how potentially worrying the situation could be. It was Helovia after all; people lived and died here, often at the hands of other Helovian's. He prayed that she had not innocently stumbled upon some sort of horrific scene.

First Tilney saw the blood - It was generally the first thing he saw before even looking at the patient. "Fir, Maude. Run and fetch some Douglas Fir leafs!" Tilney whispered to his young. He was quite excited to see if his daughter had memorised well what he had taught her about each of the trees - but Tilney had filled her head with all kinds of things; he wouldn't be surprised if she forgot. His gift of magic would probably suffice.
Shifting his verdant gaze back to the wounds of the stranger, Tilney muttered a cheery "golly, that's a nasty wound!". Inspecting the glass wall he noticed the blood and nodded - it was a very common injury in these parts. "We'll fix you up in no time, do not fret!"
It was only then, as he stepped over the wall and the mare came into full view that he noticed the elegant dapples and streaking branches that belonged only to his sister - and those green eyes they shared. Tilney stared, his smile fading fast as his own green gaze flicked over each of the woman's features. 
He was completely struck, his entire jaw falling half an inch. Tears welled in his eyes as a million memories swirled in his muddled mind until he breathlessly murmured her name.
"...Aelfwine" 
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Aelfwine Posts: 101
Dragon's Throat Warrior atk: 4 | def: 8.5 | dam: 6
Mare :: Unicorn :: 16.1 :: 6 years HP: 60 | Buff: NOVICE
Vanya :: Common Cerndyr :: Lamplight Skylark
#8

Aelfwine


A frown danced across the doe’s pink snipped lips as the pain began to grow, spreading from the papercut-like wound and reverberating down along the base of her beck and her jaw. The first few filly’s words were lost among the ears of the tall mare, but she listened when she heard the words “I go get Daddy, you wait here, otay! Don’t move!” She knew she wasn’t going to go anywhere. This was the place she had been looking for, seeking out for so long that it almost hurt more than the cut along her jaw. It was a weight that shifted upon her, hoping that now since she found the lands of the Edge of the World, she might just be able to finally cross paths with her family. And when the filly said she’d get her father, Aelfwine had to smile to herself. How ironic was it that the child’s father was a healer – oh she couldn’t have picked a better day!

And as the pearly filly danced and maneuvered through the trees and roots, her emerald gaze watched the child until she disappeared, exhaling a soft sigh in the hopes that the child indeed would come back. It did take some time, but before long there was a rustle in the trees and bushes from beyond. Her lids had closed then, a soft white against the emerald of her eyes. The exhaustion that grew from the wandering outcast mare was evident when she heard them approach but hadn’t opened her eyes just yet – perhaps she was just a bit too naïve. But there was a voice, a strong voice that came across the wind speaking to the child. A voice she would recognize. A voice she loved with her entire being. One she knew in her whole entire life. Tilney! Emerald eyes shot open as she pinpointed the caramel stag.

He moved up to her, seemingly not noticing who she was. But she couldn’t utter anything, as he spoke “Golly that’s a nasty wound!” She wanted to agree, but she wanted to agree that the wound in her heart from his absence was far more painful – an invisible one she couldn’t fix, but one that perhaps he could. She was frozen, unable to speak to her brother. She only nodded slightly, listening and following his instruction. Until he stepped back and tears began to well in her emerald gaze, noticing the signature lantern – the gift from their mother as it hung from his tines. The doe found it hard to resist the urge to point to her compass, a reminder of their mother for the rest of their lives. The tears grew, brimming on the edge of falling as Tilney’s jaw dropped. And when he uttered a breathless “Aelfwine” she wanted to melt on the spot.

She rushed toward him, aiming to wrap her delicate (even slightly bloody) dappled neck across his withers, pulling him tightly against her as if she could press him into her so tight he’d never leave again. That was when the tears fell, creating little soft dark caramel colors along his pelt. “Tilney. Oh my gods, Tilney.” She uttered, pressing her antlered face into him the best she could. “I’ve finally found you, brother.” Her voice was a whisper, meant only for his ears. She pulled back then, surveying him and making sure he was completely fine and whole before a small sniffle escaped her and she offered him a brilliant smile. It had been so long since they had seen one another. No longer was Aelfwine an awkward leggy filly. She had grown into a woman now, a woman that was strangely close to the same height as her brother – filled with the same delicate curves and chisels in their faces that made them appear siblings. And even still, nothing kept the fact of their similar antlers, large and tined, and situated in the same places. And the emerald gaze that seemed to look ever so gently back into the mirror of none other than her own brother.

Roses hang like paintings of you
Oh, How beautiful you are


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@Maude @Tilney brb crying

Maude Posts: 140
World's Edge Filly
Filly :: Unicorn :: 15.3 :: Yearling
Bunnie
#9

As valiant as a white knight (in her mind’s eye, anyway), she charges ahead of her sire, who’d charged in seemingly from the edge of the world. She was grateful he’d heard her, mostly because she was very anxious to help the lady, for more reasons the one. Mostly, it was that she was hurt, and anyone who was hurt surely deserved to be cared for, but she also rather enjoyed the feeling of being the one saving the day.

Just as she’d hoped, daddy hadn’t asked her yet about why she was at the wall, or where mommy was. All he did was heroically ask to be taken to the wounded, and as Maude ran ahead of him to where Aelfwine hopefully still waited, she couldn’t help but love him more than she already did. What a wonderful person her daddy was! Without a thought, he’d abandoned whatever task he’d been at to come to her call, and he’d continued that course even when the person at risk had wound up being a stranger.

Weaving fantasies with that love in each step, her sire is wreathed in imaginary robes that smell of herbs, and her whole body glitters and shines with armor. Together, they rush the wicked castle of the Glass Queen, where one of their comrades, err (probably should have learned her name, huh?), lies wounded upon the field. Maude decides, almost at the remnants of the wall, that the stranger was a great magician. She had fallen trying to defend Maude from the very Queen herself, and was a hero.

Of course, the imaginary world she’d painted shatters as the real situation comes into view, and her father beckons to her with her name. Looking up at him with her eyes wide, she nods several times before leaping back out into the wood, trying to recall which ones, exactly, were the Douglas Firs.

“Golly, that’s a nasty wound!” recedes behind her, leaving only the odd semi-hush of the wood and the trampling thunder of her own hooves. Again, the illusionary world takes hold of her, and she’s elegant and pristine, a warrior of valor and hope, her erratic gallop easing into the floating canter such a lady would use. The evergreens he’d led her to the other day are ahead, anyway, and as she slows to a trot and encircles the one she’s pretty sure are the right ones. It smells like the others, almost minty, and sharp, but the tree itself is fat, and the leaves – no, needles – are clustered together in about the right density. The fronds look okay. But, as she looks at the others, the smallest of doubt creeps in…

They all look sorta the same, don’t they?

So, in a brash last minute decision, she quickly grasps a big sprig from three separate trees, making a literal gagging sound as the acrid sap bites into her tender taste buds.

Ack!” she sputters, glaring at the branches, now very much on the ground, “that’s terribwy gross!

Looking about her for something to hold the branches with that doesn’t taste like horror incarnate, she settles on a large, somewhat wilted and muddy leaf. Dirt is definitely better than whatever is one these plants, she decides, cheerfully picking back up the branches (the bits in her mouth carefully covered with a leaf), she proceeds to gallop headlong with her bundle back to the wall.

[ OOC: Will officially be there next post! Little Maudie's legs are short still. ;D ]



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@Tilney
Hold onto this lullaby, even when the music's gone.

Tilney Posts: 288
World's Edge Moon Doctor atk: 4 | def: 9 | dam: 6
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.2hh :: VI HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE
Peatree :: Lesser Fruit Bat :: None Neverrmind
#10
tilney
and oh, there is more to this life
Timid eyes had turned to nothing but love and relief. Even adoration shone through his skin. The dapple took plunging steps towards him, and instinctively Tilney took strides to meet her, locking his neck with hers in a tight embrace. He didnt mind that the blood from her jowl would smear into his mane, in fact he didnt even take note of it. Joy was the only thing that raced through his mind.
The sister cheered Tilneys name, crying out with that same joyous rush. Tilney really only felt like hugging her closer, holding her tighter. It wasn't long until he had wrenched the grey downwards to the ground, pulling her with him onto a soft platform of meadow grass where he only clung tighter.
"Aelfwine" He uttered "Where have you been!?" .

Finally he retreated, finding himself laying directly in front of her, legs outstretched to knit with her ashen knees. Bending his kneck, Tilney brushed his eyes over his own legs to remove any hints of tears before his viridecant gaze found that of his beloved sisters, sniffling and grinning as he looked her over. How she had gown.
"My, you have grown beautiful" he murmured to her affectionately.

It didn't take long to notice the the cut on her jowl once again and he crooned his head around to inspect it, eyeing it closely. It wasn't severe, but either way his magic would work perfectly. "Here" he breathed, his voice deep and filled with concentration. When the dark mist arose from the clover Tilney grinned and waited to see his dear siblings reaction to the magic, then focussed the power on the angry area.  
Squinting, Tilney waited until the wound was nicely sealed until he let the smoke drip away. Finding Aelfwines gaze again, Tilney could only grin. What was there to say? he was so in shock.
Aelfwine had found him again.
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Aelfwine Posts: 101
Dragon's Throat Warrior atk: 4 | def: 8.5 | dam: 6
Mare :: Unicorn :: 16.1 :: 6 years HP: 60 | Buff: NOVICE
Vanya :: Common Cerndyr :: Lamplight Skylark
#11

Aelfwine


Aelfwine… Where have you been!?” The voice of her brother speaking her name was so soothing. It was like they were children again, frolicking among the forests doing their best to get back to Mother before it got dark. Of course, this was before their mother had fashioned Tilney his beloved lantern, and her own compass. They would get lost often and Aelfwine remembered in her younger age of making sure Tilney made it home alright. Her words soothing and her verdant gaze bright and ever watchful – always making sure her beloved brother made it home safe. Those were some of the greatest memories, ones she knew she would cherish forever. And now that she had Tilney here in her view, it was only a matter of time until she was able to create more.

I’ve been searching for you.” She answered simply, among the tears that brimmed to the surface and glazing over their mirrored emerald eyes. She followed him to the earth, her legs buckling and folding up beneath her as she found herself face to face with her beautiful brother. They sniffled in turn, and she wanted to blush as he said she had grown beautiful. She offered him a small laugh and a smile. “We did get the best genes, you know.” She half teased, forgetting briefly of the blood that seeped down her neck from her jaw. Yet, as the two of them began to notice it once again, Tilney’s head came further into view of it as he inspected it.

The last thing she was expecting was to see the magic Tilney was using. Her eyes grew wide for a brief moment, but she trusted her brother. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her. Still, it didn’t stop the rapid beating of her heart in her chest. Soon, a feeling of cold and chill overcame her neck and her cut. It soothed the hot pulsating cut, and soon it felt as though she hadn’t even done anything to it. She tilted her head slightly, lifting a knee to brush against the part of her jaw that had been cut open only to realize it was healed now. “What was that?” She grinned, half laughing and half still in shock. Her gaze landing on the grin that her brother gave her in return. My, the things her brother had accomplished here. She was so proud.

Roses hang like paintings of you
Oh, How beautiful you are


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Maude Posts: 140
World's Edge Filly
Filly :: Unicorn :: 15.3 :: Yearling
Bunnie
#12

Music pours gloriously from the mist laden forest as she gallops back into the clearing, her golden armor shining, her entire being like a comet of purity and salvation. Birds of all colors fly from the brush ahead of her, her mane and tail streaming in rippling waves…

In her mind, anyway, this is the scene that comes to an abrupt end as she clamors into the open space between the wall and the rest of the Edge. Laying eyes on her father snuggling with the unknown, antlered woman as he healed her, Maude is suddenly highly suspicious of the “mage” she was so eager to save only seconds before.

Trotting over to the siblings with her muddy leaf bundle, she drops it at her father’s hooves, eyeing him with a speculative, curious glance, the leaf unfurling to reveal the several types of evergreen branches (though the majority of these were, indeed, Douglas Firs). Not really wanting to believe this is anything peculiar what so ever, because she loves her father, and she is pretty sure, anyway, that he loves her mother, too, the ginger and cream filly chooses her next words carefully (at least as carefully as such a young maiden may).

You know her?” she asks her father, her doubts thinly veiled. She certainly hopes he does; even if there seem to be lots of foals with mixed families in the Edge, including her friends Katua and Zubari, Maude finds she likes being daddy's little girl, and the thought of having to share him with others makes her feel weird inside.

Vaguely, she remembers overhearing talk of his family, lost when he came to Helovia, vague glimpses of conversation she’d caught while her parents thought she slept in the hollow beneath her father’s tree. Maybe she is one of those people? She does look an awful lot like daddy, after all...

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