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04-27-2017, 07:48 AM
Amaris
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Born to the lands of mist and mystery, Amaris still wondered at the beauty of the realm, the irrefutable splendour that draped the woods and even those who dwelled within. Every day that dawned she was greeted with warmth through the bond that linked her soul to another, and beauty that stole her breath away whenever she looked around. It may look like another woodland to any other, but to Amaris, to behold such mammoth trees and to have seen many of them when they were fresh saplings now risen to healthy trees was.. Something she could not describe, exactly. It was like coming home, to one's comfort zone, to where one belonged - she had not felt this when she lived at the Throat, this sense of belonging, not truly, though she did call the herdland home, and the herd within family for some time.
Perhaps it was the comforting presence of her cousin, or the bond that filled her heart with joy, or even the new strength she found in herself, that contributed to this feeling. Or perhaps it was none of that - maybe it was simply the dragonmare had returned to her birthlands at last, and finally, truly loved her life once more. Though she did not have an exact purpose - the rank of Philosopher was reasonably open for interpretation - she found herself pleasantly engaged in learning the crafts and activities of others, in listening to the lores and histories of other realms from newcomers, in hearing and seeing new perspectives on the same world so that it appeared new again. The mists were metaphorical for all that she did not know, but wished to know - perhaps if she spent enough time in them, she would unlock their mysteries too.
Evening was approaching, and the dragonmare wandered, as she was wont to do, with her golden companion in tow. No other spirits accompanied them today, Amaris had been calling upon them less and less recently, not out of fear or inability, but simply because her heart was full enough of her little king's presence (and besides, Dramyrth rather hated to share his beloved's attention). It is with a small token of surprise that they come across the crafter, evidently resting after a hard day's work, twitching only enough so that insects did not settle upon his hide too long. Suspicions immediately rose to the dragonmare's mind, though she did not know the cause - it was like she should know him from somewhere. He was clearly a herdmate, and though she hadn't met all the current residents of the Edge yet, she felt like she should know this one -
Ah! the thought, the memory, blossomed suddenly within her membrane, as the mare let loose a happy, but still gentle call. She hadn't wanted to disturb him from his restful reverie, but the excitement of recognition was too strong within her - she approached him now, more confident in her step as she wove between the boughs and through the ever-present mists. "Dragomir?" she questioned, her voice unsure despite her burst of confidence (which was fuelled largely by hope that the memories she held weren't too warped by the childhood lens she recalled them through). "I didn't know you were here," she said, not really communicating what she meant very well - not really caring, as the closer she got, the happier she got, the more certain she got that yes, this was Dragomir, from her childhood, the young steed who assisted her on the borders one day, the quiet one who attended meetings her mother called and otherwise was a familiar face from her past.
"How are you?! It's wonderful to see you again!" Forgetting her desire not to disturb, the mare made to do just that, firing questions and otherwise attempting to interact with the stallion. Dramyrth flitted in the treetops above, a loose leaf drifted down from his vague location every now and then - he wasn't always the most sociable creature, and hung back until he deemed the situation worth his investigation.
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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~
