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She finds herself alone this evening when light suddenly appears before her. The trail reminds her of her sisters come to earth; at first she pauses at the appearance, thinking it a trick. "Very funny," she says aloud with an upward glance at the sky. She steps forward into the path of light, expecting it to scatter and fade, but is surprised when the starlit road instead pulls her inward. "What...?" Her voice rises in a questioning tone, and with a furrowing brow she scans the surroundings for a source. She feels then, finding no clear source, as though she must follow it, and very quickly, without even realizing, she is. The trail carries her from her resting place by her brother's shore in the thistle meadow at a rapidly increasing speed. Without even realizing it, her walk turns to a brisk trot and then a gallop at full tilt. Her leonine tail whips behind her and slices the evening air that lifts her mane and rushes across her chest. In these moments, she feels free. Her mother's gentle gaze above and the growing sound of her father's waves against a distant and rocky shore remind her that wherever she is, she is home. But there is something about the bridge of land that stretches over the unfamiliar expanses of blue lava that gives her pause. Her sharply cleft hooves paw at the stone earth, and her white eyes widen with awe. This is a strange and beautiful corner of the land, one she's yet to venture to. Silence seems to fall across her mind like a wave over the shore, and as she straightens her figure, a somber sense of responsibility becomes her. She follows the last remaining section of the trail of light, bracing herself against the wind as it grows stronger, until at last she reaches the highest point of the veins. She stands almost alone before a set of shrines. And then, behind their long shadows, there is a supreme being she cannot describe or understand. Without thinking, not meaning to pledge allegiance of any sort, simply hoping to show respect, she lowers her head in a bow. 4/18/13 :: [Magic: EarthxWind | The ability to draw moisture from the clouds and sky to create up to three small or one large floating pockets of water that she can move at will.] |
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