SWP :: Once upon a wave

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[OPEN] SWP :: Once upon a wave :: (Intro)

Aisling the Fae Posts: 112

Absent Abyss atk: 5.5 | def: 9.0 | dam: 4.5

Mare :: Equine :: 13.1 :: 6 :: Birdsong HP: 63 | Buff: NOVICE

Sorcha :: Common Green Dragon :: Fire Breath Laine

#67

10-10-2016, 08:11 PM

AISLING
my friend makes rings, she swirls and sings
she’s a mystic in the sense that she’s still mystified by things

The little fae mare moved through the cooling landscape with a light feet and a lighter heart. Orangemoon’s reprieve was growing ever more pronounced and that gave her a rising hope that soon the only blight upon her happiness would be removed; once Johnny was well (and she firmly kept herself thinking when and not if) Aisling could see no other barriers to her complete and utter contentment. She had a home, a task she was doing will in, Larue was growing strong and well, and now she had a new joy in little Sorcha.

It was a strange and wonderful thing, the bond that had bloomed between Aisling and the newly hatched dragon. The experience of having a companion had been described to Aisling before, and if had sounded ever so pleasant to have a friend always by your side, but this connection was so much more that the mare could have conceived of. The love she had for Sorcha was similar to what she held for her precious daughter, maternal nurturing, but here there was a binding of should, a shared heart—a shared life—that was simply staggering. She felt the push and pull of emotions from the little thing, so young and innocent that she could almost experience that world as she once had, free of fear and doubt and pain. Not that Aisling had’t been sheltered from the worst the world had to offer, but the dragon’s clean slate was o untouched and sweet it had brought tears to her eyes.

As the traveled now, the little puff of green feathers and scales clung the her favorite place: the end of Aisling’s long braid. Thrilled with the saying motion and the mare walk, the little dragon twilled warily as she swung back and forth. Not able to fly yet, the feathered dragon had quickly decided the was the best place to travel, as long as Aisling kept her pace slow and steady. She watched everything that passed with an exuberance the spilled into Aisling and had the mare grinning ear to ear.

When the pair came across the bridge that was leading to some type of gathering, the lighthearted Aisling strode forth without hesitation. To both of their surprise, they came across Larue hesitating at the bridge’s midpont. Sort gave an excited chirrup at the sight of the familiar face and Aisling walked them over. "What do we have here, mo chroí?” the mare asked with an affectionate nuzzle on the girl’s neck. She trained her eyes to take in to multitude of figures on the isle, both familiar and unfamiliar. She was pleased to hear Larue call out to friends, pleases the girl was making them, and gave her a little nudge. ”Well go on and see then, and don’t cause any trouble!” The last she said with a conspiratorial wink that obviously stated ‘make as much trouble as you please, I’ll look out for you.’ Aisling was starting to accept that she couldn’t hold herself up to her own dam’s standard of motherhood. Trying had been driving a wedge between she and her Little Lemon with no Johnny around to balance out the fun and so Aisling had as of late had been leaning mor unto the realm of ‘to thine own self be true’.

Table style by Tamme!

Stops on the bridge wit @Larue and encourages her daughter to join her friends.

[now come the days of the dreamer and they are filled with wonder and light ]

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