[ Respond | Andarin: The Mountains ]
Posted by Amelia on February 26, 2009, 6:12 pm
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where you will sit and contemplate your day
Her body, now (finally) adjusted to the desert, is able to drift back into the condition of living in the mountains. The air, thin and cool, burns her lungs for the first minutes; she can feel them heave and pitch, and she fights a cough that starts when her lungs feel too full. Her thin coat, thinned from the sun, does not protect her against the colder weather of fall. It is not as cold as it could be, and she is grateful for that. She does not know if she would be able to stand it if it were snowing.
She misses the snow. She misses the color of snow, and the taste that accompanies the rising of snow. There is a stillness that cannot be mimicked when snow falls on the ground, thought the desert at night can rival such quiet. Amelia wishes for the opportunity to stand away from trees, to let snow fall gently on her coat. The dappling of her grey becomes more lovely with the addition of small white flecks. When she thinks about it, Amelia realizes that the desert offers many things that the woods and mountains during winter offer. She can drag her hooves in the sand the same way she can drag her hooves in snow. The extreme weather makes her appreciative of more medium-weather. Perhaps she does not miss it as much as she tells herself she does.
Lycoris sent her to Andarin to speak with someone who could teach her about Earth and Water. Oceantree had come specially recommended. So, Amelia found herself in Andarin, a stranger among wolves.
She has heard stories about the wolves, and she has seen them visit Ni'Srilan. She isn't sure she feels entirely safe here. As soon as she crossed into Andarin, her body tensed, and her mind shifted up a click. She'd feel better if she had a familiar, but hopefully by the time she gets a familiar (poor girl, doesn't know she'll be moving soon) she'll know more horses from around the Element. The trouble with being born and raised away from the Element is that she doesn't have any family ties. She also doesn't have any family enemies. Always a good thing.
She stands, trying to face all directions at the same time, her neck constantly turning, her ears always moving. She's supposed to look for a painted mare, she's pretty sure. Instead of standing alone and silent, she speaks, her voice reaching out for the mare she seeks. "Oceantree? I wish to speak to you about your elements." As an afterthought, she speaks again. "Please?"
Ni-Srilan
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ooc: Squelchie said Amelia should speak to Oceantree so that Amelia can get her objective done before 5E closes... Help?
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