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03-27-2017, 05:56 AM
Amaris
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Hold on…
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Amaris had never sent a spirit so far away before. The dragonmare's magic had never truly been tested, its reaches never defined - as far as she knew, it was boundless, limitless, an endless stream of light and spirit and fire linked to her soul, fuelled by her fanciful whims and wants.
But it was not limitless. It was not an endless stream - it had its limits, and she had just discovered them.
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Hold on.. the voice echoed, not quite in her mind but seemingly all around. Amaris was not all-powerful, all-magnificent, all-knowing of all the things that were worth knowing. Amaris did this thing without a second thought for her own wellbeing, but now she wore the price.
A scorching headache blazed through her cranium, tears burned behind her eyes as she pinched them shut hastily, as her green spirit led an antlered being into the fray. The dragonmare spied him with blurred vision, memories of a yearling filly, Maude?, leaping to the forefront of her mind. But no, this was not the yearling she had leapt and played with in the Meadow, this was a stallion - a healer?
"Heal them," she insisted softly, watching through her aching eyes as the pegasus stallion crumpled before them, and the mare swayed dangerously, the blood upon her pelt painting stripes down her curious charcoal-and-ivory hide.
Hold on… Dramyrth's insistence upon her soul was all that anchored her to the conscious realm at this moment, as her spirit-dragons winked out of existence once more and her golden king returned in a rush of leathery wings. The golden dragon landed before his bonded, too afraid to dare land upon her lest he unsteady her position - she was planted upright, bowing her tiara towards her chest as if she could pray away the strain her magic took upon her. Breathe, he commanded, and so breathe she did.
Time seemed to move slowly, and also very fast. What is he doing? the dragonmare questioned, as through her blurred eyes she watched the pale crème gelding venture back towards the striped carcass of the beast who maimed and wrought such damage upon others. Unimportant, Dramyrth insisted, focussing on bringing his beloved dragonmare back to the present, on keeping her there, and now.
The dragonmare breathed, and watched the scene play out; there was little more she could do until all parties were recovered enough to properly communicate about all that had unfolded here.
@Tilney is welcome to 'read' the underlined section of Amaris' mind ^^
Amaris is OK, she's just derping off to the side a bit.
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Amaris had never sent a spirit so far away before. The dragonmare's magic had never truly been tested, its reaches never defined - as far as she knew, it was boundless, limitless, an endless stream of light and spirit and fire linked to her soul, fuelled by her fanciful whims and wants.
But it was not limitless. It was not an endless stream - it had its limits, and she had just discovered them.
--
Hold on.. the voice echoed, not quite in her mind but seemingly all around. Amaris was not all-powerful, all-magnificent, all-knowing of all the things that were worth knowing. Amaris did this thing without a second thought for her own wellbeing, but now she wore the price.
A scorching headache blazed through her cranium, tears burned behind her eyes as she pinched them shut hastily, as her green spirit led an antlered being into the fray. The dragonmare spied him with blurred vision, memories of a yearling filly, Maude?, leaping to the forefront of her mind. But no, this was not the yearling she had leapt and played with in the Meadow, this was a stallion - a healer?
"Heal them," she insisted softly, watching through her aching eyes as the pegasus stallion crumpled before them, and the mare swayed dangerously, the blood upon her pelt painting stripes down her curious charcoal-and-ivory hide.
Hold on… Dramyrth's insistence upon her soul was all that anchored her to the conscious realm at this moment, as her spirit-dragons winked out of existence once more and her golden king returned in a rush of leathery wings. The golden dragon landed before his bonded, too afraid to dare land upon her lest he unsteady her position - she was planted upright, bowing her tiara towards her chest as if she could pray away the strain her magic took upon her. Breathe, he commanded, and so breathe she did.
Time seemed to move slowly, and also very fast. What is he doing? the dragonmare questioned, as through her blurred eyes she watched the pale crème gelding venture back towards the striped carcass of the beast who maimed and wrought such damage upon others. Unimportant, Dramyrth insisted, focussing on bringing his beloved dragonmare back to the present, on keeping her there, and now.
The dragonmare breathed, and watched the scene play out; there was little more she could do until all parties were recovered enough to properly communicate about all that had unfolded here.
@Tilney is welcome to 'read' the underlined section of Amaris' mind ^^
Amaris is OK, she's just derping off to the side a bit.
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No need to mirror my post length - I have a horrible case of the rambly writer syndrome!
I like being tagged!
You are always welcome to 'try' and use force/magic on Amaris, but similar to spar posts, leave it to me to decide how the damage is taken please~
