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04-15-2017, 06:56 PM
i don't rise from the ashes, i make them.
She is totally late to this party, but she’s going to pretend she’s fashionably late on purpose. But really, sometimes these things just happened. It’s not like she could know when a new arrival comes to the Threshold (wouldn’t that be convenient), or when a conversation is about to begin (again, wouldn’t that be convenient). So instead, she’s at the mercy of luck, and today it’s not completely on her side. But maybe it’s not the worst thing, either, to be just a little bit late. She catches voices as she weaves through the trees of the Threshold, going somewhat familiar with the place.
Weaver doesn’t spend enough time here to know it well, but she does come, and it’s growing more familiar each time. She moves easily, like she’s grown up here all her life, though that’s far from true. No, she’s quite new really, but even the first time she came here she pretended like it seemed familiar to her. Act like you own the place and all that. Two horses, and a dragon, come into view through some gaps in the trees. Raven caws from his perch on, announcing their presence so as not to startle them. Though a bird call in a forest isn’t the best announcement, Raven seems pleased with his role.
She’s close enough to hear the mare repeat the stallion and his dragon’s name, and she guesses which name goes to which face. Then she introduces herself as Eve, and finally Weaver comes to stop near the group with a slight nod of her head in hello. “Weaver,” she offers to both, tossing her own name into the ring. Raven eyes the dragon first, and then the mare, realizing how shiny the pretty little lady is. He caws again, taking off in search of something, and Weaver simply shakes her head slightly. “And that is Raven.”
She pauses a moment, wondering just want her bonded is getting himself into, but then plows on while waiting for him. “This is Helovia. Specfically, you are in a place called the Threshold, where most new horses end up. There are three herds here. I’m from one in the north, called the Aurora Basin.” She stops there, figuring it’s enough information, and besides, Raven has come diving back into view, slowing near the mare called Eve. He’s managed to find a bright blue feather, and he drops it at the ground near her feet. “Ah, sorry about him, he really likes pretty things.”
Weaver doesn’t spend enough time here to know it well, but she does come, and it’s growing more familiar each time. She moves easily, like she’s grown up here all her life, though that’s far from true. No, she’s quite new really, but even the first time she came here she pretended like it seemed familiar to her. Act like you own the place and all that. Two horses, and a dragon, come into view through some gaps in the trees. Raven caws from his perch on, announcing their presence so as not to startle them. Though a bird call in a forest isn’t the best announcement, Raven seems pleased with his role.
She’s close enough to hear the mare repeat the stallion and his dragon’s name, and she guesses which name goes to which face. Then she introduces herself as Eve, and finally Weaver comes to stop near the group with a slight nod of her head in hello. “Weaver,” she offers to both, tossing her own name into the ring. Raven eyes the dragon first, and then the mare, realizing how shiny the pretty little lady is. He caws again, taking off in search of something, and Weaver simply shakes her head slightly. “And that is Raven.”
She pauses a moment, wondering just want her bonded is getting himself into, but then plows on while waiting for him. “This is Helovia. Specfically, you are in a place called the Threshold, where most new horses end up. There are three herds here. I’m from one in the north, called the Aurora Basin.” She stops there, figuring it’s enough information, and besides, Raven has come diving back into view, slowing near the mare called Eve. He’s managed to find a bright blue feather, and he drops it at the ground near her feet. “Ah, sorry about him, he really likes pretty things.”
I'm the whole fucking fire.
- weaver -
@Eve
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