[ Respond | Solira: The Ocean ]
Posted by Dazrah on November 30, 2008, 7:56 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]
Night is deeper now, deeper and darker but clear and illuminated by the glow of the moon. Dazrah has moved on from her enlightening meeting with the scholar Nicodemus with a flood of new things to consider. It truly is an unusual place this land of Legend, a place full of things new things learn, the potential of some these things is terrifying but she is not about to leave not now when she is free of the voices that have plagued her since she left home. She is traveling along the beach still once again hunting for a good place to climb up from the sands and get a bit of sleep this night. Perhaps an hour after parting from Nicodemus she spots another figure moving ahead of her. For a moment, and a moment only, she considers ignoring the figure and continuing on her way but that option is immediately discarded. As she has demonstrated may times over passing up a chance to meet someone knew is simply not her way. So the pale mare falls into step behind to shadowy figure and follows making no attempt to catch up…at least not yet.
This new one moves with the sureness of one who knows the path beneath his feet as well as anything. Yet he travels with the care of one who wishes to miss nothing…to take it all in. I am convinced that he, I have caught the scent and am positive the one I follow is male, knows this place and that is a large part of what draws me on for of al those I have met only a few have able to tell me much about Legend and fewer still anything beyond vague references when it came to information concerning Solira. His care could be caused by any number of things but for some reason I am positive that it stems from being long away from these sands and wishing to discover how they might have changed in his absence. There is something about him of sadness, of loss…of loneliness. It could be my imagination but it seems too strong a feeling to be only that. My heart goes out to him and makes me both want to give him companionship and feel loath to interrupt his thoughts.
The nearly white ghost of a mare trails the stallion as moves along in a disconnected manner. Soon he comes to stand staring out to sea as she herself has done and she has seen so many others do in her time here. He does not observe the careful distance from the water that Nicodemus had, in fact he moves straight into it and this tells his silent companion that if he embodies and element that element is not fire she has learned enough now to deduce this much. Hesitating for only a moment she continues to follow and finally comes to a level with him leaving a few feet between their two frames. She says nothing though simply watches the other from the corner of her eye.
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