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09-11-2016, 03:18 PM
She recognized Altair, though unlike their first encounter, knew better than to fear his presence. Instead, welcoming his approach with kind eyes, she felt as though she needed to follow him. For a moment, Zyanya panicked, believing his bonded Frost Fyre, the lovely lady who invited her to the Aurora Basin, were in some form of trouble. She did not ask, knowing the stag could not answer her. However, when his pace seemed steady without a sense of urgency, the pale mare calmed, following in silence and ease.
The porcelain doll knew of Frost Fyre's newly appointed rank within the herd being present at the meeting where Deimos had made it thus. Still, there had been little clarification on what the position was, how it affected the herd, but she gladly followed Altair to the Haruspex. If nothing else, she might gain insight into what the job was.
The arduous task of recreating herself had begun from the first moment she stepped into the Aurora Basin. Seeking a direction, a purpose, a way to be of use to these wonderful and powerful people. Her mother would likely have told her to consult the stars, which, according to the lore of Seren, gave birth to their kin and held all knowledge. Zyanya never took up her mother's habits of singing a morning aubade to the stars, giving them a beloved farewell. She never learned to listen to the vibrations of the world. She never bothered to speak to the stars.
And as the image of her mother standing straight, eyes fixed upon the birth star of her daughter Indajani flooded her mind, the very corporeal image of stars appears before her eyes. The danced wonderfully around the horn and face of someone she knew - Frost Fyre.
A smile sets on Zyanya's face as she looks at the very first acquaintance made in this realm, the one who lead her to the Aurora Basin. A guiding star, if she had ever seen one. "Frost Fyre," she offers, head dipping in respect to the Haruspex. "It is good to see you again."
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ooc -- Zyanya is sort of creeping around learning about all the different professions. Hope you don't mind her stopping by. <3
The porcelain doll knew of Frost Fyre's newly appointed rank within the herd being present at the meeting where Deimos had made it thus. Still, there had been little clarification on what the position was, how it affected the herd, but she gladly followed Altair to the Haruspex. If nothing else, she might gain insight into what the job was.
The arduous task of recreating herself had begun from the first moment she stepped into the Aurora Basin. Seeking a direction, a purpose, a way to be of use to these wonderful and powerful people. Her mother would likely have told her to consult the stars, which, according to the lore of Seren, gave birth to their kin and held all knowledge. Zyanya never took up her mother's habits of singing a morning aubade to the stars, giving them a beloved farewell. She never learned to listen to the vibrations of the world. She never bothered to speak to the stars.
And as the image of her mother standing straight, eyes fixed upon the birth star of her daughter Indajani flooded her mind, the very corporeal image of stars appears before her eyes. The danced wonderfully around the horn and face of someone she knew - Frost Fyre.
A smile sets on Zyanya's face as she looks at the very first acquaintance made in this realm, the one who lead her to the Aurora Basin. A guiding star, if she had ever seen one. "Frost Fyre," she offers, head dipping in respect to the Haruspex. "It is good to see you again."
""
ooc -- Zyanya is sort of creeping around learning about all the different professions. Hope you don't mind her stopping by. <3
We've made a fool out of love, when all we want is to be enough
when all we want is to feel enough
when all we want is to feel enough
Zyanya
even if you're lost you can't lose the love because
it's in your heart
Magic & Force allowed, barring permanent changes or death.
