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Helovia Info
Helovia opened in February 2012! We are an active fantasy equine RPG
Where once the world narrowed into naught but gray dust and desolation, the gods called for life. Wielding the elements of fire and light, dark and wind, earth and water, spark and time, they have created Helovia. The realm is set within the mythical globe of Loorien, a planet rich with all variety of creatures and blessed with all manner of magic. Originally populated by nomadic, tribal characters, they've since grown into massive empires saturated with culture and history. Separated into four distinct segments of Helovia, called "The Regions," each band of horse strong enough and capable enough, took up the power and responsibility of leadership. Unicorns, old, wise and mysterious, took to the north, hidden in forests of mists and shadows and rarely making themselves known beyond their cliffs of the World's Edge. Equines, vast, organized and militaristic, split into two, one group went north to the Windtossed Foothills and the other group went south to the Dragon's Throat. Pegasus remained nomadic, making their homes in various parts of The Wilds in a migratory manner. For many generations, the land was peaceful and calm, but peace was never the way of the gods. With a clash of argument, war and bloodshed massacred Helovia, and in the aftermath, the realm was eerily quiet. Now, as newcomers sweep into this land, they are met with the lingering bitterness of the gods and the struggle to reclaim what was lost. Nothing remains safe or certain while sorcerers and soldiers alike brood and bide their time for revenge, honor and glory.
Site Wide Plots
Kaos :: The Beginning of the End ☼ - 6/2017 - Kaos placed Helovia in a time-bubble for a short period of time, but the Helovian gods are fighting back. But Kaos is powerful- far more powerful than anyone thought. This may be the beginning of the end of Helovia as we know it.
Kisamoa :: A New Kind of Kaos ☼ - 3/2017 - Kisamoa asks Helovians to help him restore the Spectral Marsh. Which side will you choose?
Invasions :: All Out War ☼ - 5/2/16 - New layout and the brand new invasion rules are up! Thank you for your patience and we look forward to getting started with this new adventure.
The Rift :: Gods Do Die ☼ - 8/2015 - Helovia Gods are saving the Rift from corrupt gods! Can Helovians band together against these foreign deities?
The Literal Ship ☼ - 2/8/15 - Oh no! You have to pair up for Valentine's day!
Sky Island :: Murder ☼ - 10/25/14 - Vesta has been found dead on the island, and the gods have called to you to solve the murder!
Sky Island :: Peace ☼ - 7/7/14 - An island has appeared in the sky! Clouds carry Helovians from the Veins to the sky.
Restoration :: We Welcome the Dawn ☼ - 9/21/13 - The sun has finally risen on this day, giving the land new light, but the Time God and the Sun God have yet to be seen.
Endless Night :: Broken Magic Plot ☼ - 8/30/13 - The earth god has returned and is walking across Helovia to heal the land. Every area can now be considered lush and prosperous, but the sun has still not risen.
☼ - 7/19/13 - The moon has risen in the sky, heralding the return of the Goddess of the moon. Lamp trees which light the paths have grown brighter, moon flowers which grow in dark places have begun to grow and prosper and the world is brighter, filled with a new hope.
Endless Night :: Dead Magic Plot ☼ - 6/22/13 - The gods of Helovia, in order to protect the world, have disappeared into the rift, leaving the world sunless, moonless and magic-less in their absence. Only the herdlands have a source of light, but lamp-trees with glowing leaves and branches sporadically line the popular roads and paths from place to place.
Doppleganger Plot ☼ - 6/20/13 - The God of Time is still struggling to close the rift though which the dopplegangers have come. He has requested that his brothers and sister assist in closing this hole, but without knowing why it opened, the task is proving difficult. Magic still remains faulty and hard to control, but the herdlands continue to be places of refuge for those who are fortunate enough to call these lands home.
ORANGEMOON cools off the lands with a a viscious force. Colder than normal, a sign of things to come during Frostfall, Helovia is bathed in a rich tropical lushness - albiet a cold one. The coastlines of the Dragon's Throat are pelted constantly by tidal waves, and the desert climate is humid but chilly. Ice begins to form early in the Aurora Basin leaving the winding trails slick and dangerous. The mists of the World's Edge coat everything in a glistening crystalline shine which encourages mould to grow everywhere. The Spectral Marsh is the only area which remains fertile, blissfully temperature and lush.
Cotm
Character of the Month for
June, 2017
WEAVER, Corporal of the Aurora Basin, is a relatively recent addition to Helovia and has taken it by storm. Branded with the seal of Death on her chest, intrigue and interest follow both her past and present. Though she is assuredly beautiful, her sometimes sharp personality reveals that there is more to this uni-peg hybrid than meets the eye. Proving herself able on the battlefield in the Basin’s warrior ranks, we can’t wait to see her test her mettle against the looming Kaos happenings! Congratulations!
Helovia RPG was created by Tamme and Blu and coded by Tamme also known as Schwartze. All coding, palettes and imagery are copyrighted to the website and are not for use outside of Helovia. Thank you to our ServerMaster for hosting Helovia. A special thanks goes to Neo for all of her coding help and fixing Tamme's errors, Boom, for her loyal service and creation of the Time God, and to Ali for her consistent contributions and dedication.
To hold all the promise of blue-velvet dark and stars
The festival was finally here, and Aisling’s last minute addition to the festivities was almost ready. Though she had definitely planned to stop in and take part in other events, she had spent most of the day getting herself ready. Fortune-telling would only be a playful lark, for she had no true clairvoyance, but she had once met an old druid in her homeland who had the sight and knew enough of the trappings to make and exciting game of it. Her magic would be key and the little enchantress would draw on her imagination and maybe a little careful observation to create some entertainment for the Festival.
She had put much care into preparing her space, claiming a small clearing near where the other events would take place. The open space was flanked by tall pines that formed a rough circle and here she had made a smaller circle of small bonfires. Set in shallow pits, the the seven little fires where well stacked with wood she had spent hours collecting and as dusk settle had bee lit with help from a herd mate. On the fires she had placed bundles of sage, cherry bark, juniper, and other herbs and they gave the smoke a heady, lulling scent as it wafted through the clearing. Hidden in a hollow in one of the surrounding pines, her flute played a slow, quite tune, adding to the mystic atmosphere.
Aisling had dressed for the occasion too. Her long mane hung loose and wild along her shoulder and across her white body traced thin lines of blue in strange shaped and symbols. The most dramatic of these was a thick bar that wrapped across her stormy grey eyes and was topped with an upturned crescent that rested upon her brow. With her diminutive size, she looked more a fae than ever and was more than ready for a little mischief. With her scene set, she waited for the sky to grow dark until the could stand in the circle she cast, the shifting orange light creating a rather pleasing dramatic effect.
When she spoke, she altered the timber of her voice, making it slower, lower, and much more throaty than her usual ringing bells and she called into the night. “Welcome, my dears. Tonight, as we gather under the Aurora, let us cast our eyes toward the future, perhaps the spirits will aid us in finding both foresight and insight.” She smiled at the gathered ones, a sly beguiling grin, and then strode slowly around the circle, flicking her tail above the flames of each little pyre to stir the smoke and chanting as she went:
“Spirits of our hallowed earth
that follow us to death from birth
join us in this time and place
to tell what we’ll come to face
Bring these visions unto me
as I will so mote it be!”
As her chant ended, the theatrical little witchling returned to the center of her circle and bowed her head to the others, inviting them forward. Never dropping the knowing smile, Aisling let her gaze fall on each of the gathered, a daring gleam in her eyes. “If you will it, then come forward. Step into the circle with me and we shall see what the spirits have to say of your future."
COME GET YOUR CHARACTER’S FORTUNE TOLD!!!
Step into her fire circle and see what the little enchantress sees in your future! If you have any ooc suggestions or requests (maybe relating to future plot ideas you have for said character?!) please feel free to add a note at the end of your post and I can work them in!! Be as specific or as vague as you please xD
10-01-2016, 10:00 PM (This post was last modified: 10-18-2016, 08:55 PM by Ultima.)
ultima
Exuberant. That was the best word for it. She’d taken off earlier in the day with a small flock of Edge pegasi, and for her debut flight there was no greater reward than a lavish display of fireworks. She’d touched down with the ghost of a stumble and was immediately greeted by the crackling smell of bonfires hanging gauzy over the crisp mountain pine; and from the moment she’d stepped through the great iron gate her eyes had been alight with wonder and, strolling around the Basin alone, that light had yet to dim. She was glowing, pale and soft as a star. For a stretch of time she hung onto Tilney and the other herd members before her curiosity got the better of her; scenting something strange and intriguing on the wind, she (with Snapdragon half-asleep in the ruffles of her wither-weathers) took off at a skipping pace to investigate.
She was not let down.
In a circle of fragrant trees was a circle of flame, and in the center was a small woman adorned with wild, entrancing markings. Ultima stopped very short, her breath fogging all about her head as the mare spoke – “Step into the circle with me and we will see what the spirits have to say of your future.” A fortune telling? Latching onto her excitement (and the slightest twinge of apprehension, like a tickle in her throat), Snapdragon poked his head from the deeps of his featherbed and mewled, tugging on their bond like a child at a sleeve. “Shh,” she said, dithering on the outer edge of the timber. More people began to arrive, entranced by the soothsayer’s song and the music filling the clearing like smoke. Snapdragon yowled again, stretching before balancing on her foremost wing joint. “Oh— Fine! Let’s go!”
Casting her misgivings to the wind and breathing deeply of the sage, juniper and cherry, Ultima stepped forward between the flickering points of fire. Despite her misgivings, the thrill of a fortune gripped her as much as it’d grip any young girl. She dipped her head and smiled, brain humming with expectation.
“Miss, could I ask what you see?”
command me to be well.
@Aisling + mention of @tilney
fortune idea: MEETING SOMEONE VERY SOON IN THE FUTURE???
if you could blur the line so she can't tell if it's a romantic thing or just a friend or an enemy, that'd be cool!! xo
please tag ultima in all posts! force/magic a-ok, shy of killing/maiming her!
10-02-2016, 12:14 AM (This post was last modified: 10-04-2016, 12:50 AM by Aisling.)
To hold all the promise of blue-velvet dark and stars
[ ULTIMA ]
She would keep her ‘predictions’ light, she had decided; Aisling respected the workings of fate too much to test there no-doubt ironic sense of humor. In a way, she could have designated this as a bit of training for her growing role of Thief here in the Basin, an opportunity to practice observational skills. If she wasn’t too specific perhaps a few might end up being true! If a doe-eyes young lass (as Aisling herself had once been) approached, would it be much of a stretch to say that she would fall in love? If a warrior approached would it be so outlandish to warn of coming conflict? Yes, she had decided to keep her predictions light, but anyone who knows Aisling would tell you, she’d never been above getting carried away even with her own flights of fancy.
At an unexpected mewling sound, Aisling turned her eyes to find her first supplicant approaching and was struck by a mild pang of feminine jealousy. The mare was breathtaking: tall, graceful and even giving off a soft glow. Aisling had never seen a pegasus with two sets of wings before but they seemed to suit this mare who’s every feature seemed remarkable. Even in her guise of enchantress Aisling felt more than a little plain in comparison, but nodded to the young mare all the same, please to be able to see beauty even if she could not be it.
“Of course, come forward and tell me your name.” she answered in her dreamy tone and watched carefully as she approached. Her eyes narrowed as if searching for things hidden in the golden eyes and patched peacock markings. The kitten that perched on the beauty’s wing earned and indulgent smile for the pair before Aisling. “Ahh! There is something special, you’ve a new friend already I see…” she turned he head away toward the fire directly to her right and as the fae began to chant the flames seemed to jump and a vision of swirling smoke came forward to dance between Aisling and her questioner, the fae's head swing back following the wisps.
“Be ye open and be wary
for there soon will come a time
you shall meet a fated soul
whose fate with yours does intertwine.
For now, the spirits will not say
though they know I know they know
whether that this fated one
is a lover, friend, or foe.”
Guided by her magic, the smoke between them seemed to take shape, shifting as she sang. One thick wisp formed itself into a slim, four-winged figure as another took a feline shape and flitted around the other’s smokey heels. In front of the two figures another formed, but it shifted as Aisling sang, forming the shapes of pegasai, unicorns, and equines (of all shapes and sizes) each one melting into another almost as it had formed. When the little enchantress ended her rhyme, the illusions of the smokey figures drew together, twining around each other before dissipating into the hazy air of the clearing.
Her heart is a heavy burden in her birdlike chest as she moves forth through the festival, a gleaming smile her only shield as she dips her head and greets those who have traveled from both near and far to attend this event. She cannot be seen as a weak or faltering hostess, and summons as much energy as she can muster to appear as flawless as the ice that coats the majestic mountains surrounding her bustling home. But internally she is at war, her encounter with Thranduil and his subsequent confession like hornets in her mind. Thoughts of Ashamin and her children, the twins distancing themselves further as if in preparation for something Hotaru could not understand or anticipate, only haunt her thoughts further.
Her steps are unconscious, following Alice's smoking form rather than deciding intentionally where she wants to go. The hell-bitch is like her seeing eye dog, guiding her forward with a gentle sort of insistence that speaks of Alice's deep concern for her Alpha's state of mind. And as she hears and registers a voice crying forth into the night, speaking of the future and predictions, Alice knows immediately that she must usher her sister forth into the presence of the woman who calls it out. Hotaru registers the words late, following Alice like a drained wraith. But as they click in her mind, she hurries towards Aisling with something like desperation clogging her throat.
"Aisling," she whispered, voice fraught with grief and tension that only the thief could hear. For the only other individual nearby had already been imparted with a fortune, and Hotaru needed hers now. Aisling had likely never seen Hotaru in such a state before, but imploring mismatched eyes could not be evaded, and Hotaru would ensure her silence in the future if need be.
And even if these were just fanciful, pretend words meant to fit any vague individual...Hotaru didn't care, she would swear on any bit of magic or literature that could calm the tempest of her heart. "Please. Tell me what awaits me." And if the lights sparkled in her eyes, the stars falling to place themselves within the depths of her gaze, she would blame it on the evening light above. Not the hot sheen of tears she could feel pressing down on her spirit.
This is no mistake, no accident If you think the final nail is in, think again
DERP SO EVERYONE HAS PROBABLY SEEN THE THRANDUIL THREAD. If Aisling could spin something about heartbreak, or choosing, or something pitiful and sad regarding matters of the heart that would be awesomesauce.
::Strong like the sea is stormy::
Please only tag starting posts, spars, and threads collecting dust! Plot with me here!
He's no virgin to showmanship or dramatics, having been a prominent figure once and more than occasionally the recipient of such fanfare in his youth, but his time in Helovia has gone largely unmarked by special occasions, making the little cloud-colored mares display all the more charming for its intrigue and for the wistful flashes of memory her controlled pitch and carefully painted markings evoke.
He halts amid the ring of seven fires, his bearded head swimming for a moment with the heavy scents of bark and herbs billowing upward and outward from each shallow pit of flame. He wonders whether the concoction of cloying smoke is meant to simply disorient or to wholly intoxicate the fortune tellers audience, thereby cheapening - at least in his bristly old mind - whatever experience they might have with medical trickery, but inhaling a second and third time, deeper with each following breath, he decides he doesn't actually care. If the Lady herself is condoning such lavishness, and that must be her rosy colored ass just ahead in the miasma, then who is he to put a damper on anyones high?
'Dizzy...' His companion whines in the back of his mind. The young python isn't sure how to feel about this sudden change in states of consciousness. Instinct tells him this is bad, a weakening of his senses, but his bonded is diving into the effect like a fish stranded on the beach returning to sea. The stallions nostrils flare as he sucks in more and more of the smoke with every wobbling step he takes toward the tiny fortune teller.
"Riddle me something then, mystic." He slurs just a bit too close to the young Theifs face, his companion coiling tight around one horn in mixed embarrassment and apprehension.
"Alby talks" 'Strom talks'
OOC // Plot suggestions... He'll be having a colt soon. He may or may not be getting promoted sometime in the next couple seasons? I may eventually introduce an adoptable that knows who he is was and will potentially cause a ton of drama.
After being thoroughly entertained by Lena’s sweet, melodic voice and the stories she wove, Alysanne and Hemlock wandered elsewhere throughout the Basin - feeling, for a moment, utterly at peace. The small owl flew around his bonded’s head, swooping beneath the Aurora-lit sky and hooting to any friends that he encountered. They were on the lookout for Rexanna when the voice of someone else entirely caught their attention.
Fortune telling!
Well, Alysanne had never had her future told but it was all part of the fun, right? Hemlock unhelpfully piped up with fortunes of his own as they walked toward the firelight.
“I predict that you’ll be annoyed by Tembovu in the near future.” The painted mare shot the owl a look but couldn’t quite stop the corner of her lip from being tugged into a smile when his laughter poured into her mind. It was far too rarely that her companion laughed and she certainly wasn’t about to discourage him as he did so now. “OH! And that you won’t get any sleep tonight.”
While Hemlock continued to chuckle and predict away as he landed between her ears, Alysanne’s attention was diverted by the small white mare standing in the circle of light. She encouraged those interested to step forward and rewarded their curiosity with a fortune in the form of a poem. The painted mare waited respectfully, turning her attention to Hemlock when the fortunes of the others were being told lest they not want others to hear. A friendly smile was cast towards Ultima, the only one she recognized out of those who had gathered so far.
After the others had stepped away, Alysanne moved forward - her expression warm as she looked to the other mare. “Hello.” Her voice was sweet and she shifted slightly where she stood, wondering briefly if she should ask a question. But instead she merely introduced herself, hoping that would be enough. “I’m Alysanne, of the Edge.”
*ALYSANNE lying on the edge of a star
Aly waits for the others to go/depart from the fire before stepping up herself
WE TALKED ALREADY ;D
please tag Alysanne in replies
made by the lovely tamme
non-life threatening physical force is allowed at all times, but preference is to be checked with beforehand for any injuries
The wilderness, the autumn, and the Orangemoon dusk came to their hides and stung them with exuberance – an untamed, savage piece of movement and motion. They were masterpieces of flawed design, riddled with hundreds and thousands of fractured moments and silly, demonic diatribes, encased in gallantry that was sometimes a little too worn, a little too cracked, and shown the fiendish layers underneath. Both beasts paraded and carved, sculpted and whittled their sinister beats with Cheshire smiles and laughter; Orsino’s reverberated on a hiss, on a sibilance, and Erebos echoed through the bounding shadows, all grins and fabrications. They patrolled as they were meant to do, wandering the vast halls and lands, checking in on festivities, trying not to become wholly distracted from their duties. A contortion rippled through them – perhaps that both wanted some element of danger, of surprise, to incense the kindled fury and fortitude layered between their bonded souls – but something else deterred them from wayfaring into the next line of booths and activities.
The prince watched the fortune telling escapade with extreme interest. His eyes narrowed. His head tilted. His ears flicked back and forth, catching the Thief’s mystical chants and paradoxes, witnessing as flames erupted and pooled, as illusions and auras began to intertwine, all magic and mystery, all enigmas and labyrinthine desires. Curiosity compelled him forward, to witness more fiends and friends joining the line of enchantments and contortions – wondering and pondering over just how much she knew of the future, of destiny, of shifting strategies and clever tactics, if they were all born to one segment, one curved line, and never deviated from what had already been written. Erebos had always been taught to sculpt his own path –if he wanted something, he needed to strive for it, to work, to snatch any opportunity curled and coiled his way. He’d done that more times than not…but there was something enticing, alluring, beguiling about the notion of what could be, where his trail was supposed to go, or if he’d simply stumbled too far off the sketched line, with no ability to return.
He observed a few more go, nodding politely to several of his elders, to those who’d journeyed from other lands, a careful, scrutinizing soldier while Orsino blatantly ignored everyone and sat at the lad’s feet. While others managed to conjure a question, or just their names, Erebos furrowed his brow and attempted to measure what his inquiry would be. What was he supposed to ask? Would he one day conquer those who’d wronged his brethren? Would he ever accomplish his vengeful tasks? Would the world love or despise him? Was everything he’d set out to do wrong or right? Or was there simply not enough time to answer all of his doubts, disputes, and debates?
Finally, one seemed to settle through his mind, and he drew forward, towards the flames. He dropped his head towards the eldritch queen, paying heed to her role as witch and fate, and then returned to his former position with a youthful grin and a hopeful heart. “Wise Sage,” and here he winked, indulging her with a proper title beneath her cloak and daggers, “Will I become powerful?”
To hold all the promise of blue-velvet dark and stars
[ HOTARU ]
When the fae herd her name spoken from among the gathered she turned to find the speaker was the Lady of the Basin herself but not as Aisling had ever witnessed her. Since the bulk of their interaction had comprised of Aisling foiling Hotaru, and then the Lady promoting her almost sight unseen, Aisling had not been exactly sure where they had stood. Concern flashed through her in an instant to see Hotaru approach her looking so baffled and beseeching, surely something must be terribly wrong. “My Lady?” Ready to drop her fortune-telling facade, the little mare took a step toward the pink mare about to ask what had happened when the later forestalled her with the request.
Whatever was only the Hotaru’s mind was clearly troubling but as Aisling glanced around to see others near, she knew this was not the time to draw attention to the lead mare’s distress. She would try and find her later to learn more, but for now the little mare smiled reassuringly and acquiesced.
“The road is paved with broken stones
never did the course run smooth
and there are choices up a ahead
enough to fill a heart with dread
but when all is done and said
your friends shall see you through.”
This song was a gentle one, calming as a lullaby and sung quietly. From one of the fires came another plume of smoke, forming the shape that was clearly a galloping Hotaru, a little smokey Alice hot on her heels. The smoke figure ran, other wisps rising up to create a path only to have it split unexpectedly, the smoke-Hotaru reared, balking at the split in the path before both ways wrapped back to engulf her in a dervish. The whirl dissipated to show the mare, alone, splayed on the ground. There was a heartbeat and then, starting with the smoke figure of Alice (and conspicuously including a rather Aisling-sized shape) four figures appeared to help the fallen to her feet before the scene dissolved.
Though others surrounded them, inside the fire circle Aisling's words and images were only for Hotaru. Whatever it was that had driven the Lady to seek out the Thief, the later would not shun her nor share her secrets; is Hotaru needed a friend, Aisling would be one. Slowly, she reached up to plant a gentle kiss on the Lady's brow. "Don't ye be worrying yourself this night, My Lady. The Aurora never did let anything dreadful happen underneath it. I shall be here if every you need me."
HOKAY SO: 1) For the sake of simplicity, I am going to respond to each one separately. 2) Please feel free to respond back, even if Ais has moved on. I can pop back to interactions as needed ;D 3) Note that Hotaru's smoke-story illusion is to be seen only by Hotaru and Aisling was singing.speaking to her quite softly.
[now come the days of the dreamer and they are filled with wonder and light ]
:: permission given for use of magic and force :: please tag Aisling in all posts ::
10-05-2016, 11:25 AM (This post was last modified: 10-05-2016, 12:20 PM by Aisling.)
To hold all the promise of blue-velvet dark and stars
[ ALBRECHT ]
Aisling's eyes, so often bright and sparkling, narrowed as they came to rest on the Phantom. One of the Basin, surely, but not one that Aisling had met before and not at first sight a figure that inspired any real confidence that she would benefit from an acquaintance. He was tall and dirty looking, even his mane was on the wrong side of his neck. As Aisling's first impressions had a tendency to run towards the superficial, her subconscious appraised what she saw as physical faults and immediately ascribed them to defects in character as well. Her mind didn't quite jump to "EVIL!" as it might have done in the early years of her fanciful youth, but she had little doubt that here is someone with whom she would not get along.
Albrecht loomed over her, showing absolutely no regard for the sanctity of personal space. He slurred words at her, seeming half intoxicated and wholly rude. Can't handle a bit if incense, can you, boyo... Though unease would have caused her to jerk her head back from his, maybe even step back, there was suddenly a flare of pride that sparked, fueled by indignation. She forced herself to gaze steadily at him, eyes looking more like little storm clouds than ever. This was her show and he'd waltz in here and be so ungainly and disrespectful in front of strangers? She had only been in the Basin a short time, but Aisling had come to love her new home well enough to be riled at anyone who would give cause to others who disparage it.
"Riddle? Nay sir, the spirits are abundantly clear when it comes to you." In her disapproval, the little witchling's accent thickened. Adopting her best air of mystical menace and foreboding she moved to circle him. Her eyes flicked to the little snake that curled around one horn and around the stallion with an obviously critical rake. Fine example you're setting... This event was proof that Aisling wan't above a little charade for entertainment, and she certainly wasn't above using it to dole out her version of life advice either. "Ye have two paths and are free to choose between them, one to relief and one to ruin. If you continue as you are, you'll reach the later and others will suffer for it. Ye will have more that one soul te worry about and te care for, donna forget that." She stopped again in her original position and lifted her chin, as imperious as a little pony can be. "Go léiríonn roinnt alos nó gheobhaidh tú bhfuil aon cheann. Now, out of my circle."
[Translation :: "Show some respect or you shall receive none."]
Disapproval billows off the little Thief in near palpable waves of disgust. She doesn't shrink away from his closeness, but swells defiantly against it, her silver eyes hardening to sharp edged flints. 'Bad.' His companion whimpers in the face of this tiny tempest, but the stallion shrugs away his worry. 'Not rile.' The snake weakly begs, completely taken in by the display around them and genuinely frightened by the critical eyes suddenly staring him down, but his bonded is heedless.
A lazy grin spreads across his grizzled features as the mares first irritated comment sparks across the miniscule space between them. He opens his mouth to make some off color remark in line with his off color appearance and personality, but she's already moving to circle him, her steps heavy and probably meant to be vaguely threatening, though he has trouble taking her diminutive size seriously and feels nothing but disappointment when she finally does speak again.
At first his so called fortune is so generalized that he actually frowns at the transparency of it. He's well aware that the ivory coated mare is simply a Thief of the Basin performing a role for the festival and no true diviner, but he'd expected much more than a lifeless good choices, bad choices warning that could easily be slapped across any old bag of bones that wondered in. The corners of his mouth turn down in disenchantment and his eyes roam away from the figure before him, dismissive and bored. It's not until the final segment of her reading that his interest is drawn back.
More than one soul at stake in his actions? He glances up as best as he can, ears turning toward his right horn and the young python coiled tense and silent around its base. It's okay, he silently consoles the snake, only now aware of the nauseating fear in his companions gut. She's only pretending, Strom, it's not real. He tries to soothe, but the snake is shaken and unconvinced. He has never seen such things and to his young mind the circle of fire and smoke and grave, booming voices is more than enough to put his untested nerves on edge. The stallions expression crumples, ears pinning and mouth twisting into an angry snarl.
He arches his thin neck high above the mare, posturing just as arrogantly with his threadbare, lanky body as she manages to with her childlike pony one, neither one truly an imposing sight to the other, but determined to make an impression. He doesn't know what foreign language she spits at him with or what the unfamiliar syllables mean, but he's sure enough of it's emotion to be offended.
"Ihre worte erschrecken mich nicht." The words spill out of his mouth, low and guttural. He knows he shouldn't, knows that he's avoided using the language of his homeland for a reason, but the malice behind them and the desire to not only show up the false prophet but to elevate his strength in the eyes of his companion drives him on. "Schlampe." He adds, turning with a wild flick of his tail, the greasy, tangled tuft at its end aimed to rake across her face as he departs for more interesting attractions.
Eager to shake off the effects of her encounter with Albrecht, Aisling turned to see who would be the next to approach. She smiled again, at once set at ease to see the painted pegasus come forward. There was a owl perched between her ears, which the little enchantress found perfectly charming. Now that the horrid beast was elsewhere Aisling could feel herself slipping back into the role of soothsayer and with a knowing nod of greeting when the mare introduced herself. Aisling had been asking around who from other herds might come, and her friends had mentioned the queen to her.
“Good evening, Queen Alysanne, We are pleased that you could join us for the festival.” She returned the warm smile that the paint gave her and for several long seconds simply observed. There was such a lovely air of goodness about the mare, kind and open and even wore a little heart upon her brow. If she could have actually seen the future, Aisling would have wished to see something wonderful in store for Alysanne, would have taken such joy in imparting good news to a good person. Closing her eyes and cocking her head as though listening to the spirits she had called, Aisling mused on what fortune she herself could hear that would have made her happy. She thought of Johnny, of their daughter, and inspiration struck.
”If the world doth stand too still,
by your want or by your will,
there are things that will be done,
parts to a song yet too be sung.
Laughter bright and happy birds
soothing sighs and gentle words.
One new face you’ve yet to meet
and the sounds of little feet.”
Her chant rose again, and like the others, the hanging smoke seemed to illustrate a scene to go along with the song she sang. A pegasus mare rose from the wisps, gamboling through an idyllic forrest scene. The shape of a stallion appeared, faceless and indistinct, but the two circled one another slowly before he fade into the smoke-trees. The shape of the pegasus mare continued of her forrest path, before stopping, the illusion placed right in front of Alysanne. With Aisling’s last words, another little face peeked out around the side of the mare, seeming to look directly at the Queen before the scene proofed out of existence. Aisling only smiled and ent a coquetish wink at the painted mare.
Alysanne didn’t shift underneath the gaze of the shorter white mare but smiled faintly back, curious about what would be seen and said. Whether or not it was all made up was of little consequence, it felt like there was magic in the air as the aurora danced overhead. Even Hemlock was a little curious, his dark eyes joining Alysanne’s emerald ones to watch the soothsayer as she closed her eyes and cocked her head as though she were listening to something.
As Aisling began to speak, the mist shifted and started to form pictures. Alysanne recognized herself, or what she imagined must be herself among the smoky trees, and felt a deep blush race across her skin at the appearance and dance with an indistinct stallion. Before she could wonder whether love, that elusive and strange concept of an actual soul mate, was what the story was telling he faded away.
Well, that was about right. Isn’t that what they all did?
The tale and the story didn’t stop there, however. Once she caught onto what was being said, to what was being shown, a gentle gasp escaped her. “Oh.”
A foal. Her foal.
The smoke-foal was looking right at her as it peeked around the pegasus in the image with it. Hemlock started dancing back and forth on his feet as he caught on as well, hooting with delight at the idea of a new baby.
The painted mare stretched out her muzzle toward the little scene, wanting to reach out to that tiny smoke foal, but it disappeared as it looked at her. But she couldn’t feel too disappointed because of the hope that was swelling within her heart at the sight. She couldn’t even think of what she could possibly say or do to thank Aisling for this gift of hope.
Alysanne adored being a mother and she was infatuated with the idea of having another foal to care for. That maybe this time she would get it right, that having another foal would fix things within her family and within her. Okay so the part about that indistinct stallion was a bit of an issue - there certainly wasn't anyone in her life right now and she was convinced that she was too old to get wrapped into nonsense like relationships anymore.
But that was a whole thing she didn't want to get into right now.
“Thank you so much.” She whispered quietly, still smiling despite the tears that were forming in her eyes. Tears of joy, she hoped as she backed out of the circle to give others a chance at hearing some good news from the sweet white mare.
10-15-2016, 05:53 AM (This post was last modified: 10-15-2016, 05:54 AM by Tilney.)
While tiring the journey had been most enchanting, and in the most wonderful company. Tilney stood adorned by his favourite green cloak and lions mane collar, glancing excitedly from one festival attraction to the next. While his sister, Maude and Ultima walked beside him he told them all tales of his time spent here in the Aurora Basin as a Scourge. He recognised instantly the looming figure of the Reaper, and also that of Hotaru - He could recall enduring a most horrible wildfire with this mare, and little did he know at the time that she was in fact the Lady of his former home.
He daren't mention to Maude that this was where he and hi mother had lived before they both made their way to the Edge - any mention of her absent mother might destroy her entire night.
Tilney had hoped she would be here to reminisce with him, and hoped many other things that involved that antlered mare. That she would return home to he and Maude for example.
The dual pennoned swan soon left his hip, attracted by a vibrant female offering what sounded like fortune telling. She chanted a rhyme, something that Tilney hoped wasn't some terrible spell.
Stepping among the onlookers, the flaxen physician watched as Ultima was told of a new acquaintance on the horizon, someone who could be friend or foe. It concerned him, the possibility that a new enemy could soon be in Ultimas life - an enemy to her was not a friend to him.
Surveying each telling, he stepped back a few paces to give each of the gypsies visitors some privacy until there was barely a crowd left. He stepped forwards to meet the pale woman, verdant eyes smiling her way"Good evening" Tilney uttered to her."I am Tilney, a Moon Doctor from the World's Edge".
Play the music low, and sway to the rhythm of love;
The child’s eyes were wide and staring, swiftly fluttering from one face to the next, to the fires, to the stars…
She tried her very best to remain close to her daddy, though it surely was not because all the new people and commotion were making her nervous. She was brave, like Katua and Zubari! Besides, she told herself, it was better to stay nearby her father until she got a better idea where they were in proximity to everything else.
Arriving to a gathering of strangers, Maude feels her nerves melt away at the realization that the little, pretty voiced mare is telling people of their futures! As she spoke, smoke curled and wafted through the air before her, actually showing those gathered about the images that lilted from her lips.
Seeing her Auntie Ultima among those being told their futures, Maude whinnies a cheerful greeting as the mystic’s voice comes to a close, eagerly bouncing in place, her pretty while camellias bouncing in the girlish curls and braids Aelfwine had bound there early that day. Even more exciting than seeing Ultima, however, is when her daddy steps forward for them to have their own fortunes told!
Quite eager, she barely manages to wait for her dad to finish speaking before she’s blurting out: "And I’m Maude!"
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