the Rift


The Path is Open (Moon Goddess)

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With the feeling of Mirage's gentle touch still upon her withers, Couth had flown through the cerulean skies along with the dark mare's companion, Akaith, toward the dark, vast forest in which the Qian lived. She had not met any others there yet but knew that she would revisit her new home after she had done a bit more exploring around Helovia. The pallid wraith had seen vast oceans of aquamarine blue, mountains frosted with snowy white, hillsides and cliffs shaped by ancient glaciers...A beautiful land she intended fully to explore as it had now become her home. Mirage had given her a purpose- and in joining with the Qian she felt strong though she knew that she owed thanks to those who presided over all of their adventures, and when the sun sank below the horizon the pearlescant wraith took to the air and made her way toward what she had felt was a holy land, even as she'd been flying over it. This was a place for worship, a place to speak to the Gods.


Before she landed, however, she made a visit to the seaside where the waters- bathed in crimson light by the setting sun- lapped against the shore. She moved along the shoreline and into the briney waters and pawed through the sands and small beach rocks with one of her creme hooves. She allowed the dust to settle and would move on until the water cleared to reveal exactly what she was looking for. She pawed the small, dark object until she had brought it through the shallows and onto the shore where she was able to pick it up and carry it toward the large boulders that created tide pools. There, she set it down and with a precise tap of one sharp hoof she cleft the object in two, revealing what she had been searching for. The tiny, precious object was picked up with the gentlest of lips and carried with her as she once again took to the sky and headed toward the shrines.


Through her heart she was called toward the shrine for the Goddess of the Moon. Humbly she approached, her ears turned back in respect and her head lowered and she delicately placed the object she'd carried between her lips at the edge of the shrine; it was a small but perfect pearl, the same shade as the pale mare whose coat matched the hue of the moon almost perfectly in the night. The pearl was a gift; with a low, calm whicker she called out. "I call for my Lady, the Goddess of the Moon," She spoke reverently. "And ask humbly for her audience." Her tone was even and still; if she was not to be seen, the pallid Pegasus would respect the wishes of the Gods and return another time.


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A slight shifting in the wind moves past you, but the Moon Goddess remains silent. Perhaps she sleeps. Perhaps she wars with the Sun God.

Pray again on 8/30





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