
Posted by LYCORIS on January 26, 2009, 5:07 am
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It was a relatively windy day. And Lycoris had nothing to do with nature’s wind. Although strands of her own air do leap to play with the natural gales that were bustling the ocean into roaring waves and sending ribbons of sand around in small little swirls. It meant that the speckled mare stood away from the sand, as she didn’t like it when it stung her legs. Any uncontrollable large gust of wind that shoves the tiny grains into her skin makes her cringe and pant and leap about on the spot in pain. Now, standing amongst grass, looking out to the roaring waves, any swirls of sand are shot down by her own air.
A stream of wind bursts through sand, and then scurries off to investigate something, and so Lycoris follows it, soon bringing her gaze upon a dark coloured stallion. Taking a few steps forwards, and blowing her wind around her face protectively she calls, “Hi there! This weather’s a bit fierce!” And she sends her call towards him on streams of her own air that dart and pull through the beach’s harsh natural gales.
LYCORIS!
AIR I <3 SCHOLAR <3 ANDARIN
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