[ Respond | Solira: The Ocean ]
Posted by Dazrah on November 30, 2008, 8:01 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]
Moonlight floods the beach as the fire horse and the curious foreigner stand facing each other. Flames lick about the chestnuts hide but what for others would be a singeing bite for him is a gentle caress. Some might be taken aback but having recovered from the initial shock of what she is seeing all that remains for Dazrah is that endless curiosity of hers. Blue eyes gaze thoughtfully at the chestnut weighing and considering. He does not seem dangerous despite the flames…that is not to say that he could not become dangerous but she has not marked him as the type to lash out with no good reason. Her words may not be entirely polite but her intentions are obviously harmless and so she does not fear him. After a few moments of gazing in wonder her attention is pulled to his companions. The wolverine lurks in his shadows and the only thing marking the ferocious beast as something living are the glitter in those beady black eyes and the shine of those white teeth. The bird rides atop the flames and this is like no bird that Dazrah has ever seen. She has always considered birds in flight to be beautiful this one however has something of intelligence about it that one would not expect in a bird.
Had I met the ferocious fur-ball alone in the dark I would probably have gone in the opposite direction, curious or not. In this situation though I suspect that so long as I do nothing that can be construed as threatening he will not attack me unless the stallion requests it of him. That connection is puzzling in itself but I am willing to accept it at face value for now. The bird on the other hand…I am not afraid of the stallion, I am not afraid of the wolverine but the bird that is not a bird…this almost frightens me. Almost frightens me up until her eyes meet mine and I did not know the bird was female until that moment. First it is fire burning through my soul and then a soothing warmth fills me and I trust her completely. I still do not know what she is but I know that she loves this stallion not because I can read minds or any such thing but because I know emotions, especially love. It is a suspicion more than a certainty but one that I am quite confident of. No harm will come to me from the bird…the phoenix…so long as no harm comes from me to this stallion.
There is a sort of barely visible surrender in the white coated female as the flaming eyes of the phoenix meet hers and hold. She stands frozen for what seems like eons though is of course only a moment or two. A smile brings a bright glow to her features and though she can not understand what passes between the phoenix and the stallion it is obvious that she considers this strange creature to be something wonderfully beautiful. Having determined that she is in no danger from this stranger or his friends her attention drifts back to him once it is released from the Phoenix. Drifts back only to find his intense gaze upon her again. His assurances that she is in fact awake are not all that reassuring. There is much here that seems to come straight out of a dream. Dazrah though no longer cares. If it is a dream she will enjoy it until she awakes from it and if it is real…well, all the better.
“In that case I will take your word for it sir.”
His words my not be reassuring but his voice and very being surely are and she can not help but be completely relaxed in his presence.
“I do not flinch or even move as he draws near to me but simply watch with open and unguarded awe. The trust won from me by the firebird has carried over to her master. I feel the heat radiating from his body and a deep lethargy over takes me. I gasp as the flames reach out to me but that gasp though one of wonder is also one of delight. I am so far beyond fear now that I do nothing but watch with a look of bedazzlement in my eyes as the flames leap from him to engulf me. They lick and brush about my hide but do not burn and as he calls them to return a glimmer of understanding visits my gaze. I am still far from comprehending the true depth of what I have just seen, though with time that too will come clear, but I do know at least the surface answer to my question now.”
“I see, it does not consume you because it is part of you…under your control. How did this come to pass?”
That burning curiosity is back and running free with Dazrah’s mind over coming even her deep set manners. Realizing what she had just sacrificed for this need to know she dips her head in embarrassment and if she had the power to blush her face would be unmistakably red.
“Forgive me my lord, I am called Dazrah…may I have the honor of knowing your name?”
Thread tracking: post three by Nico, post two by Dazrah, post one by Nico
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