[open] i just need this stage to be seen; any

[Ruhr]

Ahead of him, the Moon lights a path.

Ruhr can see it, shimmering and alluring, dappled silver light on smooth earth, and a beckoning cool wind that feels impossibly warm as it ripples across his winter-chilled skin. It is gone far too quickly, leaving the dappled stallion shivering and miserable.

There will be a pool at the end of that path, a body of still water that will show Her glorious face. There will be a vision, an image in the water of what is to become of him. She has shown him the same thing, time and time again.

The world, bowing before him.

But what She never shows him is how, exactly, that future will come to be.

Each time She shows it he asks, and each time he is shown only the faintest details. Some parts of the vision have become permanent, remaining steady in a way that Ruhr has learned means they have been promised to him. Demi appears like that in the visions, her position varied but constant. He stays with her for a myriad of reasons but that - the Moon’s promise - had been the very first. For a while, the pretty palomino had appeared, but when she had stopped being shown to him by the Moon, he had chosen to stop seeing her as well.

He knows better than to question Her. And he especially knows better than to doubt.

The light glitters brighter now, a summons that he cannot ignore.

- - - - -

Hours later, Ruhr returns down the same now-dim path. Though he limps as he always had, the pegasus can feel the new power thrumming through his blood. It is enough to soften the constant pain of the old injury that caiss his limp, and a satisfied smile plays about the small horse’s brightly colored mouth.

The ability to turn others to Her stone, to precious moonstone.

She had Chosen to bless him with this gift, the ability to turn his enemy into statues that would forever remind the earth of Her beauty.

The future She’d shown him feels far closer than it had the night before.


ooc: an IC explanation for him getting my birthday trait, also open to anyone!

[Zohariel]

Though Zohariel has no issues with daylight in theory, the nature of her gifts certainly create a bias towards the night. Enough that she does her best to only socialize in the moon’s hours - when she’s more awake, more energized. And lately there seems to be more energy around Beqanna as well - an intoxicating hum that is speaking cautious promises of life. She enjoys seeing the foals again this last year or two, though there does not seem to be as many as there had in previous years, and she is looking forward to spring and the sound of bright laughter once again.

Tonight it is still cold, however, and she is wandering in search of a distraction.

She remembers that there is a pond somewhere nearby, and wonders if it’s frozen over - she loves to send starlight shapes dancing across icy surfaces in plays and ballets. For her own entertainment, if nothing else.

But someone else is moving down the route she begins to head up and she stops - noticing his limp but it is the smile that encourages her to call out instead of moving out of the way. “Hello!” And then, because even though speaking to someone would be better than her other plans, her mind is still half filled with stardust so she asks, peering over him - “Is there a pond back that way?”

zohariel

@ Ruhr