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Summer in this joint is blistering.  Or Tallsun, as they call it here. The only place this hot back in her old home was the Desert. She’s rather pleased that she calls the Basin home, where the heat isn’t damn miserable. There’d be winter or Frostfall or whatever it’s called to content with, but she’s pretty sure she prefers being cold to hot. She did grow up in forests and mountains, so she’s more used to that.

But it’s worth leaving the comfort of the Basin to see what was happening in Helovia. There’s so much she’s yet to explore, and honestly, despite the blistering heat, she’s aching to stretch her wings. She walks out of the Basin, because she always walks around the Basin. It just seems respectful, which is impressive coming from her, because she doesn’t respect much. But she finds that she wants them to like her, wants them to respect her, so she tries to treat them the same way.

Once she’s clear of the Valley path, she takes to the sky, heading south. Why south? Because she’s an idiot, clearly, and needs to go make herself hotter. But really, because she hasn’t spent much time this way and she wants to explore. And it proves to be well worth being hot. The fire catches her attention. How could she miss it? It reaches into the sky, greedy fingers seeking the clouds. She was likely to run right into it if she didn’t notice it, but seriously, there was no way not to realize there was a giant fire.

Instead of staying in the sky and getting roasted, she lands, approaching on foot instead. Sparks leap from the fire and form themselves into a cheetah that stands not far from the raging bonfire. There are a few others there already, though one is familiar, and she slides in next to @Reichenbach with a coy smile. She hasn’t yet seen @Toulouse around the Basin, so she doesn’t know him, but that doesn’t stop her from answering the question anyway. “Looks like we have a cheetah made out of fire,” she says, amber eyes sparkling, clearly just being a smart ass.

There’s more here than a cheetah made out of a fire. If life had taught Weaver anything, it’s that the odd and usual things that happened often brought power. And while she was a creature largely of shadow, she was certainly made of fire too. So how can she resist seeing what a fire cheetah might want? And more importantly, what it might give.

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:: [ Magic: Fire | Can create and animate ravens made of fire. ]
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- weaver -

and you'll be told no lies

yael

Yael loves the views from on high; though her presence is easily advertised on sun-filled days, she does not mind being seen riding the thermals above Helovia. Today, in the height of summer, when that blazing ball of fire burns hot and sucks water from the plants just as readily as it gives energy, something just as bright burns down below. Flames catch her attention, causing the aurelian, glinting pegasus to fall into a rapid dive. But as she grows closer, she notes that there is neither ash nor smoke, and therefore, it is not… ‘normal’ fire.

That requires investigation.

Dropping down to the earth, the small, dainty mare lands with a matching grace, folding her great, black-tipped wings in against her lean sides and proceeds to join the group. She recognizes the recently departed Toulouse and sidles up next to him with nary a word – just a smile and the brush of her wings against his gauzy scarf. She spies Maude as well, and gives the filly a dip of her head and a quick wink. Iona, too, she recognizes, but does not know well… though there is a vaguely familiar looking mare who looks an awfully lot like – but no, it couldn’t be. which finally brings her attention to the fiery Cheetah.

Huh. Well at least it isn’t turkeys this time. It seems like everyone has already asked the pertinent, important questions, so Yael remains quiet, watching the creation with an intensely curious gaze.

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Wessex joins her, and she can’t say she’s surprised. The other Corporal is often out and about keeping busy, at least as far as Weaver thinks. Besides, happenings always seem to draw a crowd. It’s like a sixth sense maybe, your body just sending you the way of the event. The promise of power is a strong thing, greed a beautiful mistress. Weaver offers her a nod, not entirely sure the other mare will see her given their difference in height. Though Weaver is getting used to be the short one around. Warriors didn’t have a tendency to be quite as short as she is.

Mostly, she keeps her attention on the cheetah, which seems to watch them despite not actually having eyes. It’s a strange sensation, something that makes her feel like there are eyes all around her, not just from one fire creature. Then it moves, and the flames spread, and horses are springing into action in twenty different directions trying to put the flames out. She waits a moment, seeing what other’s do, where she can best help, if it even makes sense to help. The place was pretty much dead anyway, a good burning would do it good. Life grows back, you know?

But mortals don’t really think that way. And of course, that’s the problem. Many if not most of the horses here didn’t have the luxury of flying away if the place went up in flames. Part of her doesn’t care, but there’s a few horses here that she knows and doesn’t necessarily want to watch them turn into little black crisps.

For a moment, she debates just dropping down and rolling around on the flames nearest to her. She could live with some burns, and it would smother the fire well enough. But she has no idea just how magical this fire is, and if the fire will just leave her with normal burns. She’s dealt with worth than some burns. Conquest and his sickness come to mind, the phantom pounding her head from that experience.

Then Reichenbach is saying something about a firebreak, and she turns to watch him. This seems like a reasonable approach. Take away the things that will burn, let the fire die. She joins him, helping the large stallion tear grass and dig up earth. As she moves earth, she tosses any loss dirt onto any nearby fires, hoping to smother it.

Even Raven, who’s been chilling on Weaver’s back this whole time, glides down and does his best to rip grass with his bonded. He’s careful though, wary of those fires, keeping close to Weaver and ready to get the hell out if this fails. To be fair, Weaver’s of the same mindset. She’ll try to help, but she’s not getting charred for a pointless task. Even she’s not that stupid – those would be some ugly ass scars when she came back.

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Summary: Weaver joins Reichenbach and helps to create the firebreak, attempting to smother some of the flames with dirt as well.

Seeking
:: [ Magic: Fire | Can create and animate ravens made of fire. ]
No prior refusals

- weaver -

and you'll be told no lies