the WANDERER'S TALE

the WANDERER'S TALE

Nadira Posts: 76

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Mare :: Unicorn :: 14.2 :: 2 years (Birdsong)

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12-27-2012, 09:07 AM (This post was last modified: 01-03-2013, 11:21 PM by Nadira.)

come, let it be... another fable to decree...

PART ONE:: Birdsong Year Two
ch. one: it has come to pass || Nadira stumbles into Helovia and meets Osiris and Boltar - Accepting Bolatr's invitation to the Foothills.
ch. two :: a wanderer's tale || Currently an open thread with apollo and tamira
ch. three :: fear feast :: boggart boss || Currently an open thread (companion drop)
ch. four :: what's so great about being a lady || Currently an open thread with lakota and naberius
ch. five :: a home for all || Currently an open thread with adeamus and romani

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Nadira Posts: 76

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Mare :: Unicorn :: 14.2 :: 2 years (Birdsong)

s3ilver

03-10-2013, 03:22 PM (This post was last modified: 03-10-2013, 03:33 PM by Nadira.)

“Leto! Where are you?”

NADIRA is her name. She is my mother. I can hear her calling for me, but I do not want to come down. I angle my wings slightly, as I coast over Helovia, my home. I am not stupid. My mother keeps telling me my father is Tharos, but I know better. Tharos does not fashion wings like I do because he is an equine. Plain. Simple. An ivory horn adorns my mother’s crown. She is a classic unicorn. She is very delicate in her mannerisms and behavior, very kind and gentle. I have not witnessed her angry or mad with me since I can remember. I like her, though sometimes I can tell she is not all she lets others believe. She has a darker side, and someday I will know everything.

I also adorn a horn, though it is not quite the same fiber as my mother’s. My blue eyes take a gander below my soaring body. I love the air, the rippling sensation as the wind tosses my feathers aside. It comes my blue and white silks like banners and I smile in satisfaction. Nothing in more pleasurable than being alone to venture the unknown, or eaves drop from a canopy. What a glorious way to spend my time. I have so many secrets dying inside me. Stories I want to tell. But I am smart. Everything comes at a price, so I have observed, and when the price is right, then I will share my deep findings.

There is one more thing I have kept to myself. Even NADIRA does not know this. But I have the ability to create a force field around me. I wander if at some point I would be able to pulse that force field and move things. Wouldn’t that be cool? Or even putting a force field around another would be something willing to try. I will have to work on that one. Maybe start out small, with bunnies, or other little critters. Of course, I will do this when I am totally alone, and not with Mesec.

The sun today is quite bright. Under it’s luminescence, I can feel the tingle of my iridescent blue swirls sparkle. Under the dark of night, with the moon’s light, my swirls glow. It is quite exciting and cool. Also, I have duo wings. You know how like a butterfly has two layers, well so do I. I haven’t seen another pegasi on Helovia with wings like mine. But that is okay. I take pride in knowing I am the only one. It makes me different. Special even, and I like that.

I really have no agenda today. Just scoping out potential sources of new information. NADIRA believes I just run about with no supervision whatsoever and play hide and seek like a good little filly. But I am too mischievous to be chasing butterflies, or smelling flowers. I want to learn, to know things. I am always asking questions. I can tell when Mesec has had enough. But I think he is warming up to it, because sometimes he will tease me when I haven’t inquired about something he knows is on the tip of my tongue.

Lately, my interest has been in the Grey. And supposedly, the underground group known as the Plague. Granted, I know my coloring doesn’t allow me to blend into my surroundings, but I hear things. I am an excellent eavesdropper. Someday, I hope to know everything there is to know about Helovia and all of its inhabitants. I want to be hired, independently as a double spy, and work for myself. I would work for the bad guys and the good guys… or girls. Whatever they prefer to be called. Either way, having magic is definitely a plus for what I plan on wanting to do with my life. Why try to be good at something you are not. I just happen to know I am a good spy. That is why I know Tharos is not my father.

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“Leto! Where are you?”

NADIRA is her name. She is my mother. I can hear her calling for me, but I do not want to come down. I angle my wings slightly, as I coast over Helovia, my home. I am not stupid. My mother keeps telling me my father is Tharos, but I know better. Tharos does not fashion wings like I do because he is an equine. Plain. Simple. An ivory horn adorns my mother’s crown. She is a classic unicorn. She is very delicate in her mannerisms and behavior, very kind and gentle. I have not witnessed her angry or mad with me since I can remember. I like her, though sometimes I can tell she is not all she lets others believe. She has a darker side, and someday I will know everything.

I also adorn a horn, though it is not quite the same fiber as my mother’s. My blue eyes take a gander below my soaring body. I love the air, the rippling sensation as the wind tosses my feathers aside. It comes my blue and white silks like banners and I smile in satisfaction. Nothing in more pleasurable than being alone to venture the unknown, or eaves drop from a canopy. What a glorious way to spend my time. I have so many secrets dying inside me. Stories I want to tell. But I am smart. Everything comes at a price, so I have observed, and when the price is right, then I will share my deep findings.

There is one more thing I have kept to myself. Even NADIRA does not know this. But I have the ability to create a force field around me. I wander if at some point I would be able to pulse that force field and move things. Wouldn’t that be cool? Or even putting a force field around another would be something willing to try. I will have to work on that one. Maybe start out small, with bunnies, or other little critters. Of course, I will do this when I am totally alone, and not with Mesec. 

The sun today is quite bright. Under it’s luminescence, I can feel the tingle of my iridescent blue swirls sparkle. Under the dark of night, with the moon’s light, my swirls glow. It is quite exciting and cool. Also, I have duo wings. You know how like a butterfly has two layers, well so do I. I haven’t seen another pegasi on Helovia with wings like mine. But that is okay. I take pride in knowing I am the only one. It makes me different. Special even, and I like that.

I really have no agenda today. Just scoping out potential sources of new information. NADIRA believes I just run about with no supervision whatsoever and play hide and seek like a good little filly. But I am too mischievous to be chasing butterflies, or smelling flowers. I want to learn, to know things. I am always asking questions. I can tell when Mesec has had enough. But I think he is warming up to it, because sometimes he will tease me when I haven’t inquired about something he knows is on the tip of my tongue. 

Lately, my interest has been in the Grey. And supposedly, the underground group known as the Plague. Granted, I know my coloring doesn’t allow me to blend into my surroundings, but I hear things. I am an excellent eavesdropper. Someday, I hope to know everything there is to know about Helovia and all of its inhabitants. I want to be hired, independently as a double spy, and work for myself. I would work for the bad guys and the good guys… or girls. Whatever they prefer to be called. Either way, having magic is definitely a plus for what I plan on wanting to do with my life. Why try to be good at something you are not. I just happen to know I am a good spy. That is why I know Tharos is not my father.

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