Solira: The Ocean: The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot (all scholars)

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

Becoming a mother has changed Courage. No longer can she remain balanced and steady as she watches her beloved ocean crumble around her. No longer can the golden child of Solira’s shoreline just sit back and let her world, her home fall to the others. Solira, a nation which has housed her and has helped her find friends and family in its watery boundaries, will not fall. Courage cannot help the feeling that she might not be able to fix everything in the world that has happened, and she cannot fully understand the retreat of so many once-loyal Solirans. But for the moment, the golden mare embraces her heritage from Genesis. She emerges with the dawn into the delicate embrace of Solira’s treasured landscape. The ocean (oh, how it roars around her!) crashes against the earth, and the flames flicker furiously in her blue eyes. But she stands not like a warrior, like a leader. For the moment, she is full of shameless glory as she steps firmly on the shores of her beloved home. There is no anger in her eyes, though she has seen many high-tail and leave the salty swagger of Solira. There, inside of her, burn the flames of patriotism for her beautiful, wonderful, perfect home. Her flame and water call to the scholars, and each of the elements become represented as they each gather around her. And then, the mask of her mother fades and she is as she has always been.

”Come, my friends, dear scholars,” she said with a warm smile to her companions. ”I want to speak to you and get to know each of you. My name is Courage, a seer in our ranks. If we are to remain separated, our ties that bind us will fade and take with it the only home I have ever known. If, in your constant search for answers, you have ever found someone worthy to call friend or even embraced as a lover in Solira’s depths, then you will understand its meaning to me.” The golden mare speaks, and her voice accompanies the sunlight; her smile rivals the heavens in its splendor as she turns to each present and silently gazes into their eyes in silent acknowledgment and thanking. ”I ask you all one question now in hopes that our wisdom can provide some sort of help for our distressing home,” she said, and it is obvious that hope rides high on her voice as well as throughout her entire demeanor. ”As scholars, how can we contribute to our home?” Her gaze holds perhaps the most hope in it of the rest of her body. The world is silent, and she awaits her answer patiently, as any scholar would.

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