As hot as fire, cold as ice,
Sweet as sugar and everything nice.
Golden eyes open sleepily, tousled hair strewn and tangled across the ground. Irrydae slowly stands, stretching her wings. She finds herself not at her pool, but in the forest in the Foothills. She yawns wearily before snaking her way through the trees out into the open. She shifts her weight between her legs, trying to decide what to do today. She could go to the Threshold again, but that was getting boring and tedious. She flicks her tail as she pushes herself into the air, wings stiff and awkward at first. She has not flown for awhile, but has stayed on the ground. It wasn't long before she was soaring gracefully on thermals again, bright eyes alert and curious.
The star flower is venturing places she has not seen yet. She found herself venturing North, where the cold was. She was not a fan of the cold but it was time to see the rest of Helovia. It wasn't long before she passed the Heavenly Fields and is looking down upon the churning blue waters. The air starts to become colder and the wind more biting. She squints her eyes, tucking her legs in.
Soon the sight of snow greets her, and she is on the ground quickly. She shivers slightly, pulling in her wings as her eyes gaze at the landscape. Then Irrydae sees it. Horses in the distance. She swings her body and trots over, head held high as she gazes at the horses. She has to fight to keep her face straight as she see's the stocky, black and white figure. It was The God of the Spark. Again. She keeps her face straight, though a slight ring of excitement is shown in her eyes. There are many already gathered. As usual. She recognizes one and goes to stand next to the antlered mare. "Arah, it's nice to see you." Irrydae says slightly as she presses her muzzle lightly to her neck in friendship. Even though she had only met her once. She then turns her focus to the Time God. "Hello, Spark." The star mare says with a small dip of her head, a smile on her face even though he would probably just scowl at that. Most are standing at a distance, Irrydae one of the closest, her figure relaxed and respectful to the God in front of her.
"Speak"
As deep as a bite, as dark as the night,
As sweet as a song, as right as a wrong.
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