12-12-2019, 09:53 PM
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Lala’s breath comes in short, heavy pants - equal parts from the physical exertion and the sheer panic that had gripped her. Panic was an unfamiliar emotion to Beulah, but the calming waves she had sent to Ana seem to have a secondary advantage of calming her too. She allows herself to take a deep breath, or as deep as she can manage, given the circumstances. It is only then that she refolds her wings now that she can feel that Ana has calmed - that she is safe.
<b> “I’m sorry if I frightened you. I was just scared,”</b> she said, somewhat abashed at her appearance. <b> “I didn’t want you to get hurt,”</b> the pink girl said, with a shrug of her pink wings. She feels somewhat foolish for admitting it, but she feels absolutely no shame for intervening when one of her friends was in trouble.
<b>”Are you okay?”</b> she asks, touching her soft pink muzzle to Ana’s dark shoulder. The black mare nods, ever so slightly. However, Beulah is relieved at even the small acknowledgment. The pink girl is worried for Ana - for what could have driven her to such a state.
<b>”Aida is your daughter, isn’t she?”</b> Beulah asks, though she feels she already knows the answer.
<i>”Yes,”</i> Ana acknowledged, speaking at last. Slowly, the pair make their way further from the cliff - away from the danger. Beulah allows Ana her space, but does not move from the dark mare’s side. Concern is evident on the little pink girl’s face.
<b>”If I can help you in any way - I promise you I will. You’re my friend and that’s what friends do for each other,” </b> she says, genuinely. If there is anything that Lala could do for Ana - she’d do it.
However, before she can say anything more - the vision comes. Again - she sees Ana and the unknown golden mare. Lala comes to an abrupt halt as the scene becomes clearer. A little <b>”Oh,”</b> escapes her lips. At the sound, Ana turns to look at the little pink mare, but Lala’s eyes are distant - unseeing.
She sees the desert again and this time she <i>knows</i> in her bones it is the desert Ana had been looking for. And Ana is not alone in the vision. The golden mare is there too - and it is evident to Lala that the pair belong to each other - belong <i>together</i>.
The vision disappears as quickly as it had come, and Lala’s breath comes in short puffs. Now it was Ana who was concerned. The dark mare stepped closer to the pink filly. <I>”Are you alright?”</i>
Lala’s bright blue eyes move to Ana’s as she regains some composure. <b>”I saw something. I saw <i>you</i>,”</b> she began, uncertain of how to continue. <b>”You weren’t alone. There was another. A golden woman. She was beautiful…”</b> Lala offered a small smile to Ana then. <B> “You looked happy.”</b>
<i>”Craft. You saw Craft.”</i> Ana said simply, the emotion thick in her voice. Ana turned away then - consumed by her own memories and the feelings that came with them.
<b>”I think,</b> Lala began, hesitantly, <b>”I think there’s a way for you to find her. Craft.”</b> At this Ana turned back to the girl - dark green eyes questioning.
<b>”There’s a portal. Somewhere. I believe Craft is on the other side - waiting. And I think she wants to find you too.”</b>
Lala feels foolish, it must sound ridiculous but somehow she <I>knows</i> these things to be true. <b>”Will you help me look for it? The portal, I mean. I know you were looking for someone but maybe she’s there too,”</b> the words come in a rush at the end - reverting to Lala’s general state of clumsy words and babble.
It doesn’t seem to bother Ana. Her gaze is distant, pensive. <i>”Craft.”</i> she says, softly to herself. A moment passes. And then another.
Until Ana turns towards Lala with a look of determination in her gaze - and the smallest flicker of hope. <i>”Let’s find it. The portal.”</I> <i>Let’s find her</i>. Lala simply nods, and gestures inland. She’s <i>sure</i> the portal is that way, and Ana follows without question.
Lala isn’t sure how long they walk - but it isn’t far. They walk in relative silence. She can tell that Ana has a lot on her mind - such is understandable given the last few hours. So Lala is content to walk alongside her friend - hoping her companionship is comfort enough.
The little pink mare finds herself drawn to a pool of water - it would look like an ordinary pond if not for the other wordly shimmer that danced across the surface. Lala could hardly draw her gaze from the water.
<b>”This is it. This is the portal,”</b> she said, finally drawing her gaze from the shimmering surface. She looked up at Ana, finding the dark mare’s gaze unreadable.
<b>”Do you trust me, Ana?”</b> Beulah asked - knowing that she was asking so much of her friend.
<i>”I do,”</i> Ana said, simply, her gaze shifting into one of sheer determination.
<b>”We’ll go together. On the count of three…?” </b>Lala asked.
Ana simply nodded.
<B>”Okay. One. Two…Three.”</b>
And with that, the pair stepped into the portal together.
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Lala’s breath comes in short, heavy pants - equal parts from the physical exertion and the sheer panic that had gripped her. Panic was an unfamiliar emotion to Beulah, but the calming waves she had sent to Ana seem to have a secondary advantage of calming her too. She allows herself to take a deep breath, or as deep as she can manage, given the circumstances. It is only then that she refolds her wings now that she can feel that Ana has calmed - that she is safe.
<b> “I’m sorry if I frightened you. I was just scared,”</b> she said, somewhat abashed at her appearance. <b> “I didn’t want you to get hurt,”</b> the pink girl said, with a shrug of her pink wings. She feels somewhat foolish for admitting it, but she feels absolutely no shame for intervening when one of her friends was in trouble.
<b>”Are you okay?”</b> she asks, touching her soft pink muzzle to Ana’s dark shoulder. The black mare nods, ever so slightly. However, Beulah is relieved at even the small acknowledgment. The pink girl is worried for Ana - for what could have driven her to such a state.
<b>”Aida is your daughter, isn’t she?”</b> Beulah asks, though she feels she already knows the answer.
<i>”Yes,”</i> Ana acknowledged, speaking at last. Slowly, the pair make their way further from the cliff - away from the danger. Beulah allows Ana her space, but does not move from the dark mare’s side. Concern is evident on the little pink girl’s face.
<b>”If I can help you in any way - I promise you I will. You’re my friend and that’s what friends do for each other,” </b> she says, genuinely. If there is anything that Lala could do for Ana - she’d do it.
However, before she can say anything more - the vision comes. Again - she sees Ana and the unknown golden mare. Lala comes to an abrupt halt as the scene becomes clearer. A little <b>”Oh,”</b> escapes her lips. At the sound, Ana turns to look at the little pink mare, but Lala’s eyes are distant - unseeing.
She sees the desert again and this time she <i>knows</i> in her bones it is the desert Ana had been looking for. And Ana is not alone in the vision. The golden mare is there too - and it is evident to Lala that the pair belong to each other - belong <i>together</i>.
The vision disappears as quickly as it had come, and Lala’s breath comes in short puffs. Now it was Ana who was concerned. The dark mare stepped closer to the pink filly. <I>”Are you alright?”</i>
Lala’s bright blue eyes move to Ana’s as she regains some composure. <b>”I saw something. I saw <i>you</i>,”</b> she began, uncertain of how to continue. <b>”You weren’t alone. There was another. A golden woman. She was beautiful…”</b> Lala offered a small smile to Ana then. <B> “You looked happy.”</b>
<i>”Craft. You saw Craft.”</i> Ana said simply, the emotion thick in her voice. Ana turned away then - consumed by her own memories and the feelings that came with them.
<b>”I think,</b> Lala began, hesitantly, <b>”I think there’s a way for you to find her. Craft.”</b> At this Ana turned back to the girl - dark green eyes questioning.
<b>”There’s a portal. Somewhere. I believe Craft is on the other side - waiting. And I think she wants to find you too.”</b>
Lala feels foolish, it must sound ridiculous but somehow she <I>knows</i> these things to be true. <b>”Will you help me look for it? The portal, I mean. I know you were looking for someone but maybe she’s there too,”</b> the words come in a rush at the end - reverting to Lala’s general state of clumsy words and babble.
It doesn’t seem to bother Ana. Her gaze is distant, pensive. <i>”Craft.”</i> she says, softly to herself. A moment passes. And then another.
Until Ana turns towards Lala with a look of determination in her gaze - and the smallest flicker of hope. <i>”Let’s find it. The portal.”</I> <i>Let’s find her</i>. Lala simply nods, and gestures inland. She’s <i>sure</i> the portal is that way, and Ana follows without question.
Lala isn’t sure how long they walk - but it isn’t far. They walk in relative silence. She can tell that Ana has a lot on her mind - such is understandable given the last few hours. So Lala is content to walk alongside her friend - hoping her companionship is comfort enough.
The little pink mare finds herself drawn to a pool of water - it would look like an ordinary pond if not for the other wordly shimmer that danced across the surface. Lala could hardly draw her gaze from the water.
<b>”This is it. This is the portal,”</b> she said, finally drawing her gaze from the shimmering surface. She looked up at Ana, finding the dark mare’s gaze unreadable.
<b>”Do you trust me, Ana?”</b> Beulah asked - knowing that she was asking so much of her friend.
<i>”I do,”</i> Ana said, simply, her gaze shifting into one of sheer determination.
<b>”We’ll go together. On the count of three…?” </b>Lala asked.
Ana simply nodded.
<B>”Okay. One. Two…Three.”</b>
And with that, the pair stepped into the portal together.
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