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03-24-2013, 10:37 PM
Irrydae stands at the edge of the pool. Her pool. She is still, watching the shimmering water and glittering jewels. Her orbs are gentle, but sparked with interest and curiosity. She inhales the scent that would soon be familiar. The wind tugs at her locks, and she lets her wings fall from her side, feathers ruffling. Today was the day. The Wall was going up. Irrydae knew Peixos and Donovan had a big job, and she planned on being there. It would be a good story to tell, and to encourage them. It would be fatiguing. Irry pushes out her wings, stretching them, flexing them. The brown and purple mare moves away from her pool and starts on her trek to the boarders of her herd. She moves swiftly across the landscape of her new home, grasses reaching out for her as she lopes gracefully, hips swinging slightly. She outstretches her wings as she reaches the long stretch of baking rock. Pushing off the ground with her powerful hind legs, she takes flight, soaring just over the ground, legs nicking the rock before she pulls up. She flaps her wings periodically, golden eyes peering down at the ground. She lowers herself, legs reaching out towards the ground. She lands softly, hooves clacking against the rock. Her nares flare as the scent of the Mason's reach her. She stands tall before moving on, the sight of the stallions soon in her vision. The rock beneath her heated her and her pelt grew damp before she reached Peixos, hair clinging to her bodice. 'Donovan! Today marks the day that we start the Great Wall.' Irrydae smiles and nods in encouragement. Today would be another day written in history for the Foothills. And she would be here to witness the rising of the wall. "Today, will mark history. You two have a large job and I'm certain it will be done well. Peixos. Donovan." She nods her head towards each Mason, a smile on her face and her eyes full of encouragement. She flaps her wings before tucking them against her side, stepping back away as to not distract them with their tedious work. This was still new to them, as was being a Storyteller for Irrydae. "Ophelia and Ktulu did a good job picking you two." She says, excitement bubbling inside her, though she kept a calm, (hopefully) reassuring face. "Let The Great Wall rise!" Her voice was strong and confident. She loved her new herd. She was finally someone of importance. She was happy. [ ooc ; woop woop! 8D ] irrydae, |
