08-12-2020, 12:04 PM
blasphemare
There was something pleasant about sharing knowledge and information with the young one. She listened so aptly, as if she was hungry for more. However, there was also a kind of sadness to the way she submissively tucked her chin and shifted her eyes away from the two older mates. Blasphemare felt like lifting her chin, but the other older mare uses her magic to do the deed. Then she spoke, telling her not to apologize. Blasphemare noticed it, the moment the young one stiffened. She seemed put off by the statement…by the command, the old, black mare realizes. The wind whispers softly in her ears, the words of a curse. She could have corrected this, could have gave her a separate command, but the winds whispered not to, that to countermand the command would only convolute things. This could not be undone. The child would probably never apologize for the rest of her life. Blasphemare reconciled this with the fact that maybe apologies aren’t always necessary.
Then the moment is gone and the other older mare begins to paint a picture with her magic and her words. She tells the young one about the kingdoms that Blasphemare had once known. "There were kingdoms and there were lands beneath the kingdoms, similar to how it is now. I lived within one such land under the evil kingdom for a brief period as a child. There were eight kingdoms. Six of these were the evils, neutrals and lights, the other two were the Amazons and the Tundra. The Amazons is where I lived, along with my sisters, for it was a land for only fillies and mares. The Tundra was the home for brothers.” She uses her own magic to paint these lands into the picture that the other had spun around their imaginations.
As the other mare speaks of magic not flowing as freely as it once had, Blasphemare shifts uncomfortably. This she knew most familiarly when she returned and her own magic had changed. It’s potency has dimmed and fluttered, and was now attached to the shadows, more flourishing in the nights, but weaker by day.
Then like a candle in the wind, the magic dissipates and dissolves around them, leaving the world as they had seen it upon arrival here. They exchange introductions, and the young one, called Greta, sputters our several questions in a quick fashion, as though she cannot get them out quick enough. Blasphemare chuckles softly. “We all have evil and good within us, some more so than others. I certainly have my own darkness to contend with.” She pauses for a moment as more questions pour from Greta’s lips. "I was not here when this war took place. I have traveled far and wide, to many corners of lands unknown to most here. I have seen a great many things." For the other questions, she would allow the other older mare, Straia, to answer, for this tree was something that Blasphemare was not familiar with.
Then the moment is gone and the other older mare begins to paint a picture with her magic and her words. She tells the young one about the kingdoms that Blasphemare had once known. "There were kingdoms and there were lands beneath the kingdoms, similar to how it is now. I lived within one such land under the evil kingdom for a brief period as a child. There were eight kingdoms. Six of these were the evils, neutrals and lights, the other two were the Amazons and the Tundra. The Amazons is where I lived, along with my sisters, for it was a land for only fillies and mares. The Tundra was the home for brothers.” She uses her own magic to paint these lands into the picture that the other had spun around their imaginations.
As the other mare speaks of magic not flowing as freely as it once had, Blasphemare shifts uncomfortably. This she knew most familiarly when she returned and her own magic had changed. It’s potency has dimmed and fluttered, and was now attached to the shadows, more flourishing in the nights, but weaker by day.
Then like a candle in the wind, the magic dissipates and dissolves around them, leaving the world as they had seen it upon arrival here. They exchange introductions, and the young one, called Greta, sputters our several questions in a quick fashion, as though she cannot get them out quick enough. Blasphemare chuckles softly. “We all have evil and good within us, some more so than others. I certainly have my own darkness to contend with.” She pauses for a moment as more questions pour from Greta’s lips. "I was not here when this war took place. I have traveled far and wide, to many corners of lands unknown to most here. I have seen a great many things." For the other questions, she would allow the other older mare, Straia, to answer, for this tree was something that Blasphemare was not familiar with.
like a fine, aged wine