11-27-2019, 12:29 PM
i have loved the stars too fondly
Aedan pulls the stars to him, surrounding himself once more with a soft glow. It illuminates the area around them just enough to make out their outlines and shapes, to see the white of their mane and their markings. The light probably makes him a bit more indistinct, more like a horse-shaped flashlight than a horse, but it’s enough to reveal what he is.
“Horse,” he says, “like you.” He’s nothing more special than that, not really. His markings make him look like the night sky brought to life, but he carries only the most basic of the night’s magic. His glowing markings, the aura of the stars, and the ability to make others sleep. They are simple things, though he does not long for more power.
Like Tyr, he is not jealous of those who have more, who are more. He is fine with what he is. Unlike Tyr, Aedan is fond of his home. It is not a cage though, but a place to rest his head, a place to return to, and having such makes him feel safe. Tephra is wide open, veins of cool lava running through the even growing flora (two nature based magician queens will do that to a land), and a staging ground for all this adventures.
Aedan never stays put much, but he always comes back. It is the coming back that seems important.
“What are you doing out here in the dark?” he asks, thinking that the other horse doesn’t appear to glow and is in fact actually in the dark. Aedan only chooses darkness when it suits him, but he is never without light. Even when the stars are dull, hidden behind clouds, he glows at least softly.
“Horse,” he says, “like you.” He’s nothing more special than that, not really. His markings make him look like the night sky brought to life, but he carries only the most basic of the night’s magic. His glowing markings, the aura of the stars, and the ability to make others sleep. They are simple things, though he does not long for more power.
Like Tyr, he is not jealous of those who have more, who are more. He is fine with what he is. Unlike Tyr, Aedan is fond of his home. It is not a cage though, but a place to rest his head, a place to return to, and having such makes him feel safe. Tephra is wide open, veins of cool lava running through the even growing flora (two nature based magician queens will do that to a land), and a staging ground for all this adventures.
Aedan never stays put much, but he always comes back. It is the coming back that seems important.
“What are you doing out here in the dark?” he asks, thinking that the other horse doesn’t appear to glow and is in fact actually in the dark. Aedan only chooses darkness when it suits him, but he is never without light. Even when the stars are dull, hidden behind clouds, he glows at least softly.
to be fearful of the night
aedan
@[Tyr]
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