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10-19-2016, 08:55 PM
She had been keeping an eye out for the god-kin ever since that day on the southern isles. Some might say it had been hasty of her to promise aid to a creature she had no reason to trust, but so many odd creatures milled about Helovia that it was impossible not to become jaded after a while. In a land so saturated with magic, where peculiar things occurred so often that they didn't even appear strange or out of place anymore, first impressions meant a lot. A riendly smile and polite introduction could mean the difference between a pleasant conversation in the rain and a horn between your ribs, between living and dying, between trust and eternal suspicion. Appearances were deceptive, opinions could change but it would always be harder to regain trust once it was lost. Erthë chose to give Kisamoa the benefit of the doubt. While certainly strange in excess even by Helovian standards he had come off as pleasant and friendly. Nothing he said or did had come off as false or covert; strange, oh yes and hard to believe... but even if he himself could be doubted, there was little in her that could object against the cause of which he spoke. To restore dead lands... It sounded like a monumental task, but a pleasant one, and Erthë had spent long hours in happy contemplation over the hows and what ifs that had been left as of yet unanswered. So when he called again, when his voice reached her and beckoned to join in Erthë was happy to oblige. On pearly white wings she traveled from the mist-veiled cliffs of her homeland, across the cooling gray ocean until she reached the sea-born man where he stood in the surge. Many had already gathered; Erthë landed with some difficulty and did a quick once-over to see if she recognized and of those present, and after offering polite nods to those familiar faces she knew the filly settled herself on the outskirts of the milling crowd. "What kind of challenge would that be, Kisamoa of the Deep?" she asked, an enthusiastic smile playing across rosy lips at the news. She was still enough of a foal to enjoy most games, though her favorites by far were riddles and guessing games; the kinds that didn't require much running around. Waiting for the rain I'm bracing for the thunder A twig that wouldn't sway in the wind |
SEEKING:
:: [ Magic: LightxWater | Able to manipulate ice]
:: [ Restrictions | Works in 15ft radius]
2 previous refusals; x, x
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