it has come to pass...

What was it about traveling through the Threshold these days? The snort that escaped her intricate muzzle was a soft exhale of intrigue and confusion. It was quite amusing how one could sense the wrenching feeling of being tugged in a direction, and given no rhyme or reason for such a delirious suspicion. It was one thing the snow-clothed unicorn had resolved not to try and figure out. There were reasons behind everything that happened, and not everything could be solved or answered to ones liking. It was a merry-go-round effect that had the poor sea barren lass dizzy with formulations and calculations, trying to figure out something that just didn’t want to be found.

Glacier spheres subconsciously kept her from running into the huge old evergreens that covered these lands. Making it their home and in return, providing shelter and food for those who resided here. She didn’t know of any, other than your common critters that scampered about and made such a ruckus. But maybe that was one of the things that drew her in to such a place as this: the feeling of being home. Home… she wasn’t quite sure if that was a pleasant thought or not. It was all she had ever known for the past two decades of her life, and that alone wasn’t such a pretty thought to let wander in her pretty head of hers.

She found herself following the resonance of a near by stream. The cool and clear liquid always calmed her spirits. Always gave her the solitude she needed to ponder over and make sense of everything that consistently, without fail, impressed itself upon her. It was becoming a burden of sorts. A sensation she had not quite grown accustomed to, and wasn’t entirely sure how to deal with it. One step at a time, she would tell herself. Give her space to sort and analyze things. Things had gotten a little out of hand since she had arrived in this world known to its occupants as Helovia.

Reaching the edge of the creek, she began letting the water seep into her parched throat. Slender nape stretched so her maw could reach the crystal surface, and sip quietly as she relaxed her tensed muscles. It wasn’t until she opened her visionaries, to behold the other side of the creek, did she see another creature starring at her, perplexed to say the least. He was by far taller than her. Her dove like bodice stood no more than fourteen-two. As a human girl, she hadn’t been much taller. So height did little to nothing for her, in way of judging a book by its cover. Which was something she found all too common with the majority of the Helovians here.

Raising her pristine features, so she could observe her admirer, her small frail ears plastered face forward and a small dip of her crown was given in formalities sake. She was careful not to let her three foot ivory horn scare him away. Sure unicorns were fierce and dangerous in battle, that she could remember clearer than if it had been played out right in front of her, but they were also gentle creatures. And she wished no one to get the wrong impression on a first meeting basis. First impressions were everything to the unicorn, and so she wished to do the same to those she first met.

“You do not need to stare. Yes I am a unicorn, and I am real. My name is NADIRA, and welcome to Helovia. I take it you just entered?”

Her words were like a dream, soft and hazy. Sweet melodic tunes, music to even a nightingales fragile ears. She would have recognized that look on his features, for a forest was nothing new, but what it held was always a surprise, a mystery to the discoverer. She waited for him to collect his bearings and think things through. Shock was not something every held with casualness.

it has come to pass...

The ebony of his pelt was slicked across the muscle that rippled underneath it. He was practically twice her size and could easily do damage if he so chose. She knew this and did not pretend any different. She saw his stance, ready to attack at any provoking moment. But her words seemed to catch him off kilter, just enough to rethink his movement. She was not a mare to fight, or even to push another’s buttons to want to fight. The bloodless and pale mare had had enough of bloodshed in her lifetime already to not care for it, if it could be avoided at all costs.

As the stallion stood opposite of her, rearranging his position, she let the silence speak for itself. If she had truly wanted to, she could have ended things quickly and silently. But that was not her way. Though tiny compared to the giants that roamed these lands of Helovia, she held her own, and was very capable of battle, but when your heart wasn’t in it, or you simply just got sick and tired of it all, it soon became a burden one wished not to bear.

But the silence eventually had to end, as a young voice chirped behind her. An an instant flash, the stallion across the bank was confronting the young one who had caused a ruckus in the stillness. NADIRA winced, knowing full well the colt did not mean any harm by anything. And so the unicorn mare placed herself between the stallion and the tyke, like a protective mother bear, protecting her cub. Though the tyke was not hers, the circumstance still did not call for a fight, maybe more of an explanation. Turning her façade to the little colt, she gave him a look that said to be quiet for the time being.

Returning her gaze to the coal covered steed, she snorted and stamped her front left hoof with purpose into the soil. She let a steady set of sapphire icebergs settle on his darker ones.

“This is no place to dual out your differences. Please, he is just a tyke. Weren’t you young and reckless at some point?”

She stood her ground with fierceness that she had not dared present to any other here in Helovia since her arrival two seasons past. If there was one advantage she did have, it was her three-foot spear. It made up for her being vertically challenged otherwise. NADIRA didn’t want to use it, and didn’t want to remember the last time she did… or was that even possible? To remember past her childhood, trapped in a mortal’s body. Now was not the time to reminisce on the past. She had to defend the poor colt who hadn’t known any better.

“If you would, sir, a name? A name so I can put a name to a face. We can talk this over like adults.”

She would not allow herself to show the inkling of nervousness that trickled through her veins. If only Osiris would some how show up. It wasn’t like she needed back up, but he did something to her, and she wasn’t about to admit what it was, as she was hoping to avoid it at all costs. Those kind of feelings only led to one thing; disappointment and hurt. She would not fall for that again.

it has come to pass...

The snowy essence of the mare, just centimeters away from the stallion who had become aggressive, could breathe in his scent. It filled her, covered her, and she wondered how long she would be able to hold him off, or was it possible he might back off, even just a little? Any other time, NADIRA would have welcomed the company of Kovu, who held a giddy spirit. She admired that, as not everyone could say they had the option of growing up with no responsibilities. And it looked as if her warning look hadn’t had the effect of keeping him quiet either.

She didn’t dare take her glacier gaze off of the threat that towered above her. But Kovu’s agreement in wanting the stallion to introduce himself was a little overwhelming. Surprisingly enough, the tyke’s comment threw the stallion into a new state: A state of… confusion? NADIRA kept firm in her stance, muscles tense as she observed the stallion who was trying to overcome whatever was holding him back. Having been friendly enough to begin with, she was not about to let some stallion abuse his warm welcome with a bad attitude.

A few grunts were emitted and the dreamy ghost-like figure subtly tilted her façade in curiosity. Had the cat got his tongue? Delicately shaped ears faced toward the ebony steed as he cleared his throat. How peculiar, she thought. He was having difficulty with giving his name. NADIRA couldn’t exactly place the exact reason behind his fluster, but she was a bit fascinated to learn a stallion such as himself could get himself in such a predicament.

He finally managed what sounded to be like a “D” and then some unclear mumbling followed suit. It was obvious the stallion was fighting himself on some level. The blank canvassed unicorn did all she could to hold back her snort of amusement. She knew it would do no good to make a comment that could backfire on her now. Instead, she swallowed the big lump in her own throat and let a soft cough escape her, trying to divert the attention of the threatened steed back on her.

“Well, D, why don’t we just forget this little incident.” Her voice was as soft as a lullaby, but it held strength.

Stealing a glance at Kovu, to see if he was all right, a great big fat grin welcomed her, plastered on his maw. She couldn’t help but smile, before turning her attention back to the stallion.

“This is Kovu. And all he wanted to do was introduce himself. We are terribly sorry if we have startled you. But we are not the only strange creatures that roam these lands. You will be faced with half wolf and half horse, Pegasus, hellhounds, unicorns, and equines – such as yourself. Along with other strange things that I yet have to figure out myself, you should find Helovia full of mystery and intrigue.”

NADIRA was not about to let silence thrive. Too many things happen when silence has been invited.

it has come to pass...

The tension that burdened the air amid the trio grew thick. The frustration the stallion felt, the unicorn mare could relate to. It was Resplendence, who had just joined the group, who brought about a smile on the ghostly mare’s features, one of thanks and of warm greeting for her herd mate. Nadira hadn’t wanted to admit to seeing the writing etched before them on the ground; though it was evident she had clearly watched the stallion scribble in the dirt.

The truth was, she was no better at reading than she was at writing either. It was a long story and one she cared to to explain. It was embarrassing, and she knew what the stallion was going through. The only difference was he was willing to swallow his pride and at least try to communicate. Nadira gave him props for that.

At the other mare’s knowledge in reading, Nadira looked to the shaken stallion and communicated an expression of an apology. She hadn’t tried to come off insensitive, but apparently an apology was at hand for her rudeness. He wasn’t quite sure how to accept the new mare at first, but seemed to understand she was his only hope. And truly she was.

“I am sorry Diesel, for not reading your name.”

Sure she could have explained why, but pride was a downfall for any unicorn, and it was especially true for Nadira. But there was regret in her lyrics, and sincerity.

Again, the stallion deemed Diesel, scribbled in the dirt. But the milky mare shook her visage in perplexed behavior, for she was of no help. The feeling of being useless reflected in her lifeless position of her cranium. She turned to Resplendence, in hopes the mare would be able to help. As for Kovu, the immortal figured as much, he would not be able to read what had been scribbled in the dirt as well.

Sighing heavily, the unicorn looked to Diesel with a helpless glance. Her auds were uncertain, flicking back and forth, and her words were ever more subtle than before.

“I can’t read.”

The letters Diesel had been scribbling looked like words she should know, or had at least seen, growing up, but she had fled the only possible source of education to keep the skin on her back from dying. She felt ashamed for her incompetence to read, or even to write. She relied on her ability to speak as her way of communication, but it seemed it wasn’t going to be of any use to her today.






SORRY! I totally misread the post where he wrote out his name. But in any instance, Nadira can't read or write... so it works out... kinda, as to why she responded the way she did. Also, sorry for the wait. :(