Solira: The Ocean: Enola Gay;

Wish upon a shooting star;
For dreams and things that never are.

Courage is slightly amused with the manner in which the water inside of her reacts to the snow. It is timid around it, and unable to really manipulate it like it had done for so long. The water inside of her fumbles with the hardened substance and looks as if it has no idea what to do with it. The fire, however, is all along watching with a simple smirk on its face. When the water gives the snow a quizzical glance again and turns to the fire, it merely steps forward to provide heat to free the ice. The water rejoices, and even Courage smiles at its simple discovery. The two elements were getting along nicer inside of her these days, and she was quiet in her daily meandering about Solira and always searching for a way to improve her elements and sharpen her knowledge in all of the elements. Upon her wandering, her nomadic hooves settle into a pristine path that paves towards a slightly less familiar face amongst the crowd of Solira. Courage lets a supple smile settle onto her features, both amiable and benevolent in every way possible. Her entrance is soft and gentle, like the fallen snow itself. Her head dips in modest respect; there is a name to match with this vaguely familiar face: Enola Gay. Reputation would precede her of course but it was to be expected considering she is a highly regarded member of Solira’s society.

”Hello, madame,” she said with a courteous nod likened to a bow or curtsey. ”I apologize for not continuing our conversation earlier. Things have been quite hectic around here as of late, at least for me.” The benevolence continues, and her water and fire swirl in her eyes, shining a blue flame mixing with the ocean’s bluish waves. But it is in no way a mixture out of control. It is a simple substance that dwells peacefully inside of Courage, and the golden child-mare of Solira lets a lingering smile last for a second longer on her features as she speaks again and for the final time. ”My name is Courage.” Boredom can be a bad thing, and Enola Gay might be perceived as being bored in the moment but as always Courage does not judge. She might well be the worst candidate for a judging position as she finds some good in every creature she stumbles across. What good will there be in Enola Gay we wonder?

AP: C O U R A G E

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