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10-07-2016, 11:56 PM
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Areli the flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly After many days of wandering in relative solitude, seeing a crowd surprised the pair. Bee heard them first, her wolf ears picking up the jumble of voices just barely discernable over the tumbling of the waves. You, she called silently through their bond. Come. Found something. Mama? The girl replied, trotting out of the jungle to meet the sandy-haired pup. Did you find Mama? Though their conversation remained unspoken, the wolf could sense the urgency in the young pegasus’ tone. They had been looking for Parelia for a long time, and every day she could sense her other half growing increasingly desperate. Though Areli hadn’t dared to verbalize it, Bee knew her thoughts—whether her mistress wanted her to or not—and the wolf had perceived that the girl was dangerously close to despair. She had not seen her mother for nearly a year, when Parelia had decided to leave the Falls. Of course, the timing of it all wasn’t entirely her fault. They’d had a run-in with some stray time magic just beyond the Threshold, and what had been a matter of hours for the pair had apparently been months for the rest of Helovia. Parelia’s trail had naturally gone cold, but the girl blamed herself. What if she hadn’t wandered off? Why hadn’t she just gone with her mother when Parelia had announced her intentions to move to these godsfosaken islands? The Riptide Isles, Areli remembered. It was the only clue she’d had to her mother’s whereabouts, and upon emerging into the late summer, she had headed straight here. However, there had been no sign of Parelia…perhaps until now. Mama? Areli repeated, breaking into a canter. Don’t know, Bee responded from around the corner, her dark eyes scanning the crowd gathered on the beach. Only one was vaguely familiar to her; the rest she did not know. Can’t see, the wolf told her as she approached, scattering sand. Big crowd. Let’s look, Areli thought back to her, slowing to a trot. The group of strangers was a little intimidating to her, but most had their backs to the girl and her wolf anyway—looking at something (or someone), she presumed. It didn’t really matter what it was, maybe whatever had drawn the crowd together on her mother’s doorstep had also attracted Parelia. tldr; Are's back after a run-in with some pesky time magic; approaches the crowd looking for Parelia "speech" |
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