07-12-2019, 08:59 PM
<br><center><table bgcolor=ffffff style="border-color: black; border-width: 0px; border-style: solid;" cellspacing=10 cellpadding=10 width=450><tr><td><font style=font-size:9pt;line-height:12pt;letter-spacing:0px><font style=letter-spacing:4px;font style=font-size:8pt><font color=212f3b ><font face=georgia><center>S I D H R A </font></font></table><center><table bgcolor=ffffff style="border-color: black; border-width: 0px; border-style: solid;" cellspacing=20 cellpadding=20 width=450><img src="https://orig12.deviantart.net/b81c/f/2017/237/5/3/sidhrasm_by_the_renegade-dbl9q78.png"><tr><td><p align=justify><font face=georgia color=212f3b ><font style=font-size:8pt;line-height:12pt;letter-spacing:0px>Sidhra was uncomfortable in this strange place without her magic. She had tried and failed to teach herself to speak again. She’d only had success with producing only raspy sounds and broken syllables. Her magic had been a reflex since the day she was born up to the moment she set foot in these lands. She knew these lands to be imbued with magic, but it was different than that of the Rift. She had difficulty feeling any sort of bitterness, as Beqanna was already much improved when compared to the Rift. There were stars here. Sidhra could live quite happily beneath these stars.
But without means to communicate, she could not thrive. She would simply exist as a bystander to life here, a silent witness to history.
The air cooled as she climbed, but the stars burned more brightly. The air thinned and her breath became uneven. Too long had she been away from such elevations. Once, the mountains had been her home. Once, she had routinely climbed to the peaks where the earth reached up to meet the stars. But it had been too long since the little fae had climbed towards the stars. Her body had forgotten, but her heart had not. She pressed on. Hope drove each footstep and drove away her fear.
Sidhra squeezed her eyes shut and lifted her head towards the stars, for no sound left her lips as she spoke. <i><b> “Please, I ask you to help return my ability to speak...,”</b></i> the words were contained to her mind - trapped. So instead, the fae stood and prayed in silence - hoping that the magic in this place would somehow hear her plea.
<center><font style=letter-spacing:4px;font style=font-size:8pt><font color=212f3b> BRING ON THE NIGHT</font></font><br />
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Sidhra is asking for her telepathy restored, which she had offsite.
@[Officials]
But without means to communicate, she could not thrive. She would simply exist as a bystander to life here, a silent witness to history.
The air cooled as she climbed, but the stars burned more brightly. The air thinned and her breath became uneven. Too long had she been away from such elevations. Once, the mountains had been her home. Once, she had routinely climbed to the peaks where the earth reached up to meet the stars. But it had been too long since the little fae had climbed towards the stars. Her body had forgotten, but her heart had not. She pressed on. Hope drove each footstep and drove away her fear.
Sidhra squeezed her eyes shut and lifted her head towards the stars, for no sound left her lips as she spoke. <i><b> “Please, I ask you to help return my ability to speak...,”</b></i> the words were contained to her mind - trapped. So instead, the fae stood and prayed in silence - hoping that the magic in this place would somehow hear her plea.
<center><font style=letter-spacing:4px;font style=font-size:8pt><font color=212f3b> BRING ON THE NIGHT</font></font><br />
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Sidhra is asking for her telepathy restored, which she had offsite.
@[Officials]