Miles and miles to go before we sleep

the Rift

Miles and miles to go before we sleep

Adria Posts: 36

Absent Abyss atk: 7 | def: 10 | dam: 3.5

Mare :: Pegasus :: 16.2 :: 3 HP: 62.0 | Buff: NOVICE

Hawk

09-10-2016, 03:31 PM

Ava

It had been a lovely summer. The heat which had radiated the lands, causing the grasses to grey, only made the sweet babe light up within with full radiance. Her heart these months had kept such a lively beat and her soul was soothed by the warmth and gentle landscape. So at ease was her wandering soul, her intent to explore had been nearly fully abandoned. Every day was passed in perfect contentment to rise within the willow, wander along the banks of one of the lakes and retire to the lullaby of gently rustling willow branches. Yet the winds were shifting. The past week the mornings had been crisper, the afternoon sun seemed father away, and a crisp air was blowing out the blanket of humidity over the jungle. It was with a sigh of remorse she saw the change. Yet it had awakened her to just how much time had passed….how long it had been since she’d seen her home. How much she’d settled.

But this was ever the lighthearted pearl of the sea, and those low lingering thoughts never clung to her long, though they are what drove her out of her usual walking path now. The girl was oblivious to the signs of the earth signaling some awakening, some call to life from its maker. Instead she wandered near blindly, letting her awakening sense of exploration come alive again. So it was the voice, deep and rumbling, that caught her attention. She had heard commanding words before, but never spoken with such gentility. Without question it drew the girl, like a fly to honey.

The pale dove steps with her usual unashamed grace into the light of the clearing, and instantly her senses are totally alive for the first time in weeks. She comes just as the first two bow to the looming figure, commanding the field. The curled ears twist and flick, and sea eyes literally dance about her. Yet she does not join them in a bow, her own habits placing that too far from possibility. The pearl had never bowed to another….the possibility that there was at last someone above her who would demand such (or deserve at least, considering it was by the Earth God’s grace she was here and not in the Rift), never crossed her mind.

Two more entered the field and moved forward, and the pearl takes them in. Perhaps their size should have been intimidating, or their command of authority a warning to their titles, but she is ever ignorant of those rules. She should have cared who ruled over her. She should have at least put more curiosity into the title ‘father earth’ given to the looming stallion at the center of attention, but she’s ever bold and ignorant in her innocence. And her months of peace had calmed her intense desires to know of everyone and everything. So instead her wings only tuck close to her side, and her head rises to some formal regality, and she stands quietly curious within the gathering. Questions building, but so used to being a quiet onlooker, than she keeps for once her silence. Her sea eyes and dancing curled ears the only clue that her interest was intensely sparked by all going on around her.

"their speech goes here and this is the color
OOC:: Adria's just standing among the others watching.