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09-08-2016, 09:08 AM
Asavvi was learning of her new home, even if she was reluctant to let it know more about her. Even thought she knew that exchanges between the herds were limited, she would rather word of her arrival here not reach the Throat. Perhaps concealing her name was enough for that; that the Falls had taken in "a filly called Csilla" would make no waves if it reached the ears of the Sunspear. For all the parts of Asavvi that yearned for the kind mother she remembered, there were others that, like they shied away from her given name, from who she was, could not come to terms with inherent violence of the desert and those who lived there. If her family knew she was here, they'd come, they'd make demands of her that she couldn't answer too and the girl knew she wasn't ready for that.
She liked what she had found so far in the Hidden Falls, scarred and charred as the land was now she had used her magic to see what it had been: verdant and lush, to her mind a paradise, and she knew it could be that was again with a little time, a she had always been patient. She moved through the landscape, wings tucked tight and long legs moving over the trails she was trying to memorize. There were many twists and turns here, but that only added to her growing sense of security, that she was safe here, both in mind and body was a hope that she clung to and was already starting to believe.
The newly lush trail left by the Earth God gave her pause when she came across it, knowing that this spot had not looked such when she had passed this way earlier in the day. For a moment she wondered if she had reached for her magic again without realizing to bring forward an old image, but then she heard him. It was easy to follow that gentle rumble of a voice, and the girl did not hesitate; like the plants around her she was pulled to him and gave no resistance. She stopped when the god came into view and bowed her head low. The eyes that looked up were a cool grey, but watchful, worshipful.
Asavvi
Cause you get lighter the more it gets dark
I'm gonna give you my heart
Cause you get lighter the more it gets dark
I'm gonna give you my heart
