02-28-2021, 04:53 PM
<link rel="preconnect" href="https://fonts.gstatic.com"><link href="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Pacifico&display=swap" rel="stylesheet"><style type="text/css">.cheri2_container {position: relative;z-index: 1; width: 600px; background: transparent; font: 12px 'Arial', serif; line-height: 1.5;}.cheri2_container img {padding: 0;width: 400px;border: 2px solid #000;border-radius: 100em;box-shadow: 0 0 2em #000;background: #000 url('https://64.media.tumblr.com/a4cee27650920a99a77f8c180b2fa7b7/tumblr_ozv96uTB2l1u7gnm9o1_500.gifv');}.cheri2_container p {margin: 0;padding: 0;}.cheri2_message {text-align: justify;padding: 20px 20px 20px 20px;color: #92f7b7;}.cheri2_name {position: absolute; z-index: 3;font-size: 48px;color: #CAFBDC;font-family: 'Pacifico', cursive;top: 360px;text-shadow: 0em 0em 0.3em #000;}</style><center><div class="cheri2_container"><p class="cheri2_name">The light that meets the dark</p><img src="https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/90be8595-c5fd-4bb5-ac7d-3671140028b3/deev9f7-4274d772-8748-4b06-9c05-3c5ce7ce2a3c.png?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOiIsImlzcyI6InVybjphcHA6Iiwib2JqIjpbW3sicGF0aCI6IlwvZlwvOTBiZTg1OTUtYzVmZC00YmI1LWFjN2QtMzY3MTE0MDAyOGIzXC9kZWV2OWY3LTQyNzRkNzcyLTg3NDgtNGIwNi05YzA1LTNjNWNlN2NlMmEzYy5wbmcifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6ZmlsZS5kb3dubG9hZCJdfQ.G2AZDbT243uGF4ap0a5IPYk9GoWOvgJ5xA7_O-VMgqw"><div class="cheri2_message">Up and up Cheri walked, passing by stone faces half-buried by years of carefully built dirt. It was dark, but then again it was <i>always</i> dark so she didn’t feel put off by the lack of light to walk by. She followed the sound of voices instead, treading carefully to avoid a spill, and thought about how <i>strange</i> this all was. So many questions darkened her expression, following the logical path of <i>who</i> would’ve heard the call and <i>why</i>, questions that began to answer themselves when she finally joined her mother - and the other horses - at the base of the mountain.<br><br>Cheri pressed herself into the familiar curves of Amarine’s turquoise-spotted shoulder, glancing sideways and around them in quiet wonder. She was surprised to see how many familiar faces gathered; the others, the ones Cheri didn’t know, mingled nearby and spoke quietly until the fairie’s voices rose above the muted noise.<br><br>The quiet dark resonated with the weight of their words and Cheri listened; she was stunned. Like all the others in Beqanna, Cheri had wondered why the sun disappeared, how they could return the cycles to their natural rhythms, save their dying world. She had felt so useless all this time, watching her family narrowly avoid starvation for a season. Memorie and Borderline worked so hard, her mother as well. Pappa Yan and her brother Reynard, along with Targaryen, kept them safe. Grandmother Lilli guided them all. Cheri helped to keep them healthy, practiced her healing when she was needed most, and tried her best not to get killed. She hadn’t felt… <i>necessary</i>.<br><br>Well now, she really <i>was</i> necessary - they <i>all</i> were, she thought as she glanced up at her mother, <i>weren’t they?</i> And watching another mare step confidently toward their future, Cheri moved quickly to follow. She felt certain of how she could be helpful.<br><br><font color=#fff>“I’ll go with the rescue fairy.”</font> The winged yearling declared softly, though she didn’t know why. She could’ve been quiet like the other mare, who she smiled encouragingly at in the blue-black woods. <font color=#fff>“I can heal. Maybe that would be helpful, if we’re bringing them back from the afterlife.”</font></div></div></center>