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10-07-2016, 02:23 PM
TO LET MY HEART BE MOVED, TO LAUGH FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART,
TO FIND MEANING IN EVERYDAY LIFE...
TO FIND MEANING IN EVERYDAY LIFE...
The commotion drew her attention more than the shout of the creature (which she did not, in fact, hear). The crowd forced her hooves to shamble over, carefully walking the shoreline toward the gathering of equines near the water's edge. At some point, a landbridge spawns from the water, sprouting outward as if by its own will. Her slow pace grinds to a halt, lavender eyes wide with surprise, her head shaking as if to dispell the daydream clinging to her eyelids.
The attempt is needless, for this strange occurence is reality, refusing to be dislodged and causing her to feel more and more confused.
Helovia, Zyanya knew, held magic that her former home had long since lost. Perhaps, this was a common event. However, judging by the sheer number of people piling across the bridge toward the Isle, she thinks it unlikely. Quickly, she sets about moving again, closing the gap between herself and the oddity drawing so much attention.
Upon crossing the bridge, her eyes scan the crowd for familiar faces. She sees a few from the Basin, but thinks her company not to be very welcoming. Albrecht had all but screamed in her face upon their meeting, and the others were passing acquaintances. It is with relief befitting a child that her eyes snag on a small, dark body - a boy she remembers from the forest. As if only a foal herself, she makes a bee line for the boy's side, coming to stand next to the lonesome star colt and offering a warm smile before directing her gaze to the main attraction.
Of all the strange things she had seen in this land, this takes the lead for the most odd. Flesh looks more like some dried hide, decorated with random scales and gills. The blue, green, teal - whatever - hue of the creature reminds her of the sea, along with the seaweed in place of his mane. Silent, she stands, mouth screwed tightly shut in hopes she will not offend this... stranger
""
ooc -- stands next to Virga and tries not to make herself too noticeable. xD
The attempt is needless, for this strange occurence is reality, refusing to be dislodged and causing her to feel more and more confused.
Helovia, Zyanya knew, held magic that her former home had long since lost. Perhaps, this was a common event. However, judging by the sheer number of people piling across the bridge toward the Isle, she thinks it unlikely. Quickly, she sets about moving again, closing the gap between herself and the oddity drawing so much attention.
Upon crossing the bridge, her eyes scan the crowd for familiar faces. She sees a few from the Basin, but thinks her company not to be very welcoming. Albrecht had all but screamed in her face upon their meeting, and the others were passing acquaintances. It is with relief befitting a child that her eyes snag on a small, dark body - a boy she remembers from the forest. As if only a foal herself, she makes a bee line for the boy's side, coming to stand next to the lonesome star colt and offering a warm smile before directing her gaze to the main attraction.
Of all the strange things she had seen in this land, this takes the lead for the most odd. Flesh looks more like some dried hide, decorated with random scales and gills. The blue, green, teal - whatever - hue of the creature reminds her of the sea, along with the seaweed in place of his mane. Silent, she stands, mouth screwed tightly shut in hopes she will not offend this... stranger
""
ooc -- stands next to Virga and tries not to make herself too noticeable. xD
...I wanted to be given permission.
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.
