[ Respond | Solira: The Ocean ]
Posted by Dazrah on November 30, 2008, 7:48 pm, in reply to "and it is time again for a thread!"
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[female][7 years][15.3hh][cremello]
[1/8 Andalusian x 1/8 Quarter Horse x 1/2 Mustang x 1/4 Spanish Arabian]
[brood: Rodreé, Esmandreé, Lockeé & Camilleé]
[Solira's jaegers-neophyte][scholar class-unranked]
Waves kiss the shores of Solira and the sun shines down upon the tall grasses that peak through the snow here and there in the open expanse beyond the forest edge. The weary traveler has come far since last night and her time in the embrace of the dark wood that the natives in this land call Desreal. That look of the lost is upon her still but something else shines in the depths of those clear blue eyes. That something seems to say that this is a being who will make the most of the worst situation. She does not lay down beaten in the dirt of this alien world but holds her head high and proud pressing ever onward. She is still completely unaware of the great evil pulsing within this land, of the deadly taint that rides in the earth beneath her feet, the water she so loves, the fire that burns the trees, the lightening that chases the storm and in the very air she breaths. There is much that could do her harm and worse than harm if she remains ignorant of it…much to learn if only she can find someone to learn it from.
I have discovered little of the land through which I walk, and remembered even less about that place I once called home. There is an aching emptiness within my heart and I do not know what is missing that should be filling it. It is a scary thing not knowing but a part of me insists that fear is not my normal reaction to anything. So I will not be afraid, I will be optimistic, open-minded and brave. The echoes of disembodied voices calling a summons remains in the back of my mind, that is the only thing I am sure about. They have been there since I left in fact they were the reason I left. I left to answer their summons, I do not know where they are taking me but I follow and I do not think I could turn back even if I wanted to.
The cremello mare steps out from beneath the final overhang of the trees and turns her head up to the breeze that comes to ruffle her mane and tail. Her nostrils flair and a spark of pure joy shines in her ice-hued gaze. Clearly that breeze carried a hint of something worth smiling about for not only do her eyes shine in wondrous happiness but her strides take on a light and airy spring that can only be executed by those with blissful hearts. Her walk changes to a trot and as she becomes more confident in the footing the speed increases to a canter. In this manner she advances on the first low hill. Out in the open now it is impossible to hide, not she was ever really trying to. She is fair game for any creature with any intention that might be wandering these fields. This fact does not seem to matter to her, she has a single minded goal to reach the top of that hill. If she attained that goal she would be greeted by the sight of the blue sea on the horizon. Alas such will not happen this hour for her head-long flight is to be unintentionally interrupted by a pair of strangers.
At first I could not believe what I thought I tasted in the breeze. That not so subtle, tell tail hint of salt clinging to the air. Now I am sure it was more than just my wishful thinking, there is definitely a body of salt water out there. I can not wait to see it, to watch the waves glide into the shore, to race on the beaches and feel my hooves sink into the sand. Again the memory of loving water comes swimming to the front of my mind this time infinitely clearer…it is not simply water that I love but the ocean…the sand and the wind and the waves. Still even the joy of seeing it with my own eyes can wait for a voice has snagged my attention and I am reminded of the loneliness that was only briefly stayed by the encounter in the woods. The word that I hear is foreign and for a moment or two I fear that I will be faced with a language barrier in this place. True, Enigma spoke my tongue but if I understood correctly she is new in these parts as well. Then another voice reaches my ears and I sigh in relief, I will be able to speak with at least one in this second encounter.
With only a moments hesitation the white female turns her strides to carry her parallel to the hill she had previously sought to crest. Apparently that conquest is to be saved for later. It is not long before she comes upon the two females, for females they clearly are. The lady whose speech can be understood is colored like the sun with a touch of inky blackness and the other could be the white one’s twin if not for obvious differences in age and body type. This second of the pair is just entering adult hood while the first judging by appearance alone is definitely older and probably close to Dazrah’s own age. Not that any of that really matters. The new comer hasn’t yet fully grasped the situation but it seems perfectly safe for her to enter it and so enter she does.
Perhaps I am being a little too bold…boarding on rude but there does not appear to be anything private about this conversation and I do so love to meet new people. Granted, I am the stranger here an intruder in their home and maybe I should stand by and wait for them to come to me…that just isn’t my way though. There is nothing threatening about my person and they are there for unlikely to take exception to my presence. Unless of course I am interrupting something far more important that the meeting of two who by the looks of things were unknown to one another before now. I will take that risk…curiosity and a desire for companionship demand it of me.
“Greetings ladies, you wouldn’t be able to tell me where I am would you?”
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