02-15-2021, 07:10 PM
<center><img src=https://i.postimg.cc/2yFSC8Lf/Avelina-table.png></center><center><table bgcolor=5c5039 style="border-color:#121313; border-width: 0px; border-style: solid; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 10px"" cellspacing=15 cellpadding=15 width=600><tr><td><p align=justify><font color=ededed face=times size=2>Avelina’s belief that the darkness would be temporary had never faltered - though she certainly never thought she would be one to hear the call to fix it. She wishes she could tell the fairies that she is not right for this task, even as she moves to follow their call - all ideas of sleep forgotten. She is just a girl with her fireflies, making the best of the sick land and the thick darkness. Avelina was not destined for greatness - not everyone could be. And this has never once bothered her - except when she wished she might've had more interesting stories to tell.
Surely there will be others, she reasons with herself, as she moves towards the mountain. Strong mares and stallions with strength, wits, and talents she will never have. She can assist them, maybe, or perhaps if enough show she will not be needed and she can step aside and let more capable brains tackle the call of the fairies. She follows the call because it is the right thing to do. If there is anything she could do to help bring back the sun she would, though she's certainly at a loss for what that might be.
After all, what had she done? She has avoided the creatures that move about in the darkness, the ones that are not flesh and blood like her. Instinct has encouraged her to give them all a wide berth, to be alert and careful whenever one was near. She had not given any of them a chance to harass her, to see what they might want from a young charcoal mare. Though the days have all blended together, she spends each of them hoping that her friends and her family are safe - hoping she might see them again, to confirm their safety for herself.
Aside from this added sense of wariness, Avelina had spent the eclipse doing much of what she would have done normally. She had spent time with her sister, shifting into creatures that could see and fly around in their near-black world. She had made new friends, she had wasted hours and days watching the blinking yellow lights of her fireflies as they performed dances.
They move nervously around her head now as she approaches, picking a spot among slowly-building crowd. Avelina whispers soothing words to them as she comes to a stop - not particularly near anyone else. Worry is causing her stomach to do flips, making her feel a little more wary of strangers than she would ever be normally. Still, she adopts a small peaceful smile - as much to calm herself as anyone else that might look her way.
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Surely there will be others, she reasons with herself, as she moves towards the mountain. Strong mares and stallions with strength, wits, and talents she will never have. She can assist them, maybe, or perhaps if enough show she will not be needed and she can step aside and let more capable brains tackle the call of the fairies. She follows the call because it is the right thing to do. If there is anything she could do to help bring back the sun she would, though she's certainly at a loss for what that might be.
After all, what had she done? She has avoided the creatures that move about in the darkness, the ones that are not flesh and blood like her. Instinct has encouraged her to give them all a wide berth, to be alert and careful whenever one was near. She had not given any of them a chance to harass her, to see what they might want from a young charcoal mare. Though the days have all blended together, she spends each of them hoping that her friends and her family are safe - hoping she might see them again, to confirm their safety for herself.
Aside from this added sense of wariness, Avelina had spent the eclipse doing much of what she would have done normally. She had spent time with her sister, shifting into creatures that could see and fly around in their near-black world. She had made new friends, she had wasted hours and days watching the blinking yellow lights of her fireflies as they performed dances.
They move nervously around her head now as she approaches, picking a spot among slowly-building crowd. Avelina whispers soothing words to them as she comes to a stop - not particularly near anyone else. Worry is causing her stomach to do flips, making her feel a little more wary of strangers than she would ever be normally. Still, she adopts a small peaceful smile - as much to calm herself as anyone else that might look her way.
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