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A whisper in the wind, a shift in the shadows - Aqorix - 10-26-2020

a whisper in the wind, a shift in the shadows


Blasphemare had been as good a mother as any. She had provided for Aqorix in every way, except one: she could not provide him with emotions. It had left indelible marks upon his personality, mostly in the way that he worried about her in a way that she could not. She consumed his thoughts and worries, to the point where he couldn’t concentrate on starting his own life.

He had spent his days alone, listening in on the conversations of others. This was how he had heard the whispers of a place where one could seek the assistance of the fairies for whatever their heart desired–well, to an extent. They lived in a far away land, on the top of a great mountain. And if one should desire, they could make the climb to the top and ask the fairies for a quest.


The colt had deliberated for quite a while as to whether he would make the journey. His mother had continued to insist that she was fine, but her lack of emotions bothered him to a greater degree than she knew. He was on his own, now, and he should be making a life for himself, but the thoughts persisted, even when he tried desperately to let them go. So in the end, he decided to make the climb.


The journey to the mountain seemed short, his young legs full of boundless energy, but when he looked upon the climb, it provoked second thoughts within him. It was steep and rocky terrain, definitely not meant for the faint of heart, and though he was young, he still had a lot of endurance to build up, a lot of energy to gain. Still, his heart was set. He wanted to help his mother.


So he makes the first step, trembling from the nerves. The second step comes easier, and the third even more so, until he was moving steadily up the mountain. Within a short while, however, the trek was definitely taking its toll. He soon found that he would have to stop every few minutes for a breather, and by the time he was halfway up the mountain, the sun had climbed to its zenith in the sky. Luckily, the weather was chilly, so he wasn’t overly hot in his venture up the mountain. In fact, he breathed a sigh of relief that the air was cool and refreshing against his aching sides.


It was halfway up the mountain where he decided to take a break, his breathing rough and hard, his heart racing in an unsteady and unsustainable beat. Sweat covers his black and teal coat, and the star in his forehead had dimmed ever so slightly. He found a spot that wasn’t too rocky, and decided to curl up for a time to regain his strength.


He fell into a deep sleep, only to be woken once the sun had traveled its way to the edge of the sky, threatening to descend into darkness, and still the colt felt waves of exhaustion overtaking him, so he decided he would stay the night here, as bitterly cold as it might be, with the wind gusting around him. This was definitely not a climb for the weak or faint of heart. Luckily, Aqorix was neither. He was determined to make it to the top of the mountain. He had come this far, and he couldn’t back down now.


The night was rough, and saw the first semblance of snow, little flurries that could only survive this far up the mountain. Further down, it would melt in the warmer autumn air. Aqorix shivered and shook, unfamiliar with such a cold without his mother’s presence to warm him. It was a fitful night of little sleep, and he was grateful when the sun peeked its face back over the opposite horizon from which it had set.


The second day was no easier than the first, and his muscles ached and screamed at him by the time he reached the peak. From up here, though, everything seemed worth it. He could see all of Beqanna below him, from the Meadow where he knew his mother still lurked, to the lands that he had never visited (truth be told, they had never even crossed his mind). He could see for miles in every direction, and the view was positively breathtaking. If he hadn’t come here with a purpose, then he might have thought this was what he was coming for, but after a few minutes of admiring the view, he turns his attention back to the desires that had brought him all this way.


Suddenly, he felt nervous. How does one go about summing the fairies? Would they even appear to him? Shakily, he breaks the silence of the world around him. “Hello?” His voice breaks, but then he stands tall, trying to be more confident. “Um. I wish to quest for my mother’s emotions to be restored,” he says, then still more confidently yet, “They were stolen from her during Carnage’s quest, and though she says that she is fine, I worry for her. So I wish to do something about that.” That was about all he could do. Now it would be up to the fairies to either grant him his quest or deny him. If he could cross his fingers at this point, he would, but alas, he has no fingers, only hooves.

aqorix

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Aqorix wishes to quest to restore his mother’s emotions.


RE: A whisper in the wind, a shift in the shadows - Wysteria Fairy - 11-03-2020

She hears him. They always hear those that seek them, and much more besides. That is both the blessing and the curse of being them, and being something that is not limited by the laws of nature. The faeries were little more than Beqanna’a magic incarnate, and as such, they lived all throughout Beqanna all the time.

She hears him, and she comes. As usual, she appears in a swirl of purple magic, a tiny thing fluttering a small distance from the foal. ”You presume much. Perhaps she is fine.” Or perhaps she was not. At least his intentions were sweet, even if she had never been a huge fan of horses seeking something for others. ”You ask to make a decision for someone else. Go and first find out what it is like to have a decision made for you, and then return and tell me if you still wish to pursue this course.”

And then, as quickly as she came, Wysteria disappears.

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You have received a quest. You must find out what it is like to have someone make a decision for you without consulting you first.