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02-09-2013, 10:30 PM
larfsalot.deviantart.com That departure of Aylin previously had hurt Mirage - she had been busy, distracted at the time, invading the very lands they stood upon, organising the herd into some form of order, peace. The mare had blamed herself for pushing away those dear to her, her time and attention had been stretched so thin that it had been evitable for her to accidently neglect those nearest and dearest treasures. Aylin's absence was abrupt, unexplained, and hurt all the more because of it - but she had come back. She had welcomed Mirage's embrace, she didn't run or turn away from the shadowy little mare despite the time that separated them. She had grown, matured into a lovely little mare herself, she had had time to think about her place in life, in Helovia - and she had chosen Mirage's company, Mirage's home, Mirage's herd. At least, that was the impression that was given. The little shadow mare had perhaps assumed too much, assumed that Aylin was here to stay, forevermore, assumed that the little filly had forgiven whatever wrongs she had done to her, assumed that she would want to linger here, to call this glorious land they stood upon her own home. But the question that dripped from the charred lips of the young fae only deepened the happiness that held Mirage's own façade together, a soft, kind, harmonious laughter bubbling from the mare's curved gullet. "It is my home, the Qian's home, our home, Aylin, my beautiful little friend." Deep, melodic tones hummed the words into existence, the honesty behind them making her accent stronger, the feelings of love and excitement causing the dragon above to dance upon the winds that so often shifted the branches and leaves of the forest. The mists danced beneath their feet, welcoming a new sister into their clutches. Soon, Aylin would realise what the rest of the residents already knew; that the mists guided and comforted its brethren, that they offered protection and a cloak from unwanted eyes, that they could be dangerous to one who was not careful enough in their trespassing of the land. With light steps, the mare continued her dance, leading one of her oldest friends and newest herdmates towards the fantastic view of the sea that rimmed their triangular home.  |
