11-13-2021, 08:57 PM
She had been hoping for new experiences, sure, but following a summons that brushes up against her mind seems like a risky place to start. It tugs her inland, further than she’s ever bothered to go, and maybe that is what finally gets her teal legs to move.
This is certainly new.
And she is certainly curious.
Tiasa second guesses her devotion to this project when she begins to ascend the mountain. Being inland was one thing but rising in elevation at the same time just seemed like a personal slight. As though whoever had called her was determined to drag her as far out of her comfort zone as physically possible.
Since she is alone, she does not mind appearing hesitant. And at one point she turns her head to look behind her only to see a slope identical to the one she was walking up. She takes a few more steps, and sees the pebbles she dislodges with her hooves roll down just a foot before bouncing up that other slope. Frowning, Tiasa turns back around and tries to reason with herself that she was just seeing things - that a landscape of rocks looked the same no matter how you sliced it.
She manages to distract herself enough to make some decent headway - until she looks behind her again and sees that the other slope has continued to rise with her, so she is always at the lowest point of a valley.
Frustration comes out as a snort and she shifts her direction to move across the mountain instead of upwards only to realize after a few strides that it’s all become the same again.
Tiasa looks around and everything is the same gravelly slope - she is not in the centre of a V but a cone and everything is funnelling towards her. An instinct she wasn’t aware that she had coats her in scales and gives her sharp teeth, as though these rocks are something she is equipped to fight, but despite this change the mountain remains unmoved. The cone only seems to shrink around her until she cannot see the sky at all.
It is only the grey, uncaring rocks.
They seem to press closer still and Tiasa snaps at them, annoyed and - once again - thinking she was better off on her own and that new experiences were overrated.
When the mountain once again does not react to her threats, she can only do one thing - continue onwards. There is no way to go back down or sideways. The slope becomes more treacherous and this mare who's done so little with her life is sweating and tired before long. The exhaustion adds a fierce, angry glint to her eyes that turns positively wild when between one step and another her ears pop and the sky returns and she is standing farther up than she had thought possible.
That gaze flickers between the strangers there, her flower-adorned mane slick against her neck in some spots and frayed in others as she narrows her gaze to study the others who are there, taking care to stand where she cannot be touched. Which is detrimental to the desire to bite off the head of whoever it was who had summoned them because surely they were responsible for that disaster of a climb. Was it one of these stallions? Or someone else entirely?
This is certainly new.
And she is certainly curious.
Tiasa second guesses her devotion to this project when she begins to ascend the mountain. Being inland was one thing but rising in elevation at the same time just seemed like a personal slight. As though whoever had called her was determined to drag her as far out of her comfort zone as physically possible.
Since she is alone, she does not mind appearing hesitant. And at one point she turns her head to look behind her only to see a slope identical to the one she was walking up. She takes a few more steps, and sees the pebbles she dislodges with her hooves roll down just a foot before bouncing up that other slope. Frowning, Tiasa turns back around and tries to reason with herself that she was just seeing things - that a landscape of rocks looked the same no matter how you sliced it.
She manages to distract herself enough to make some decent headway - until she looks behind her again and sees that the other slope has continued to rise with her, so she is always at the lowest point of a valley.
Frustration comes out as a snort and she shifts her direction to move across the mountain instead of upwards only to realize after a few strides that it’s all become the same again.
Tiasa looks around and everything is the same gravelly slope - she is not in the centre of a V but a cone and everything is funnelling towards her. An instinct she wasn’t aware that she had coats her in scales and gives her sharp teeth, as though these rocks are something she is equipped to fight, but despite this change the mountain remains unmoved. The cone only seems to shrink around her until she cannot see the sky at all.
It is only the grey, uncaring rocks.
They seem to press closer still and Tiasa snaps at them, annoyed and - once again - thinking she was better off on her own and that new experiences were overrated.
When the mountain once again does not react to her threats, she can only do one thing - continue onwards. There is no way to go back down or sideways. The slope becomes more treacherous and this mare who's done so little with her life is sweating and tired before long. The exhaustion adds a fierce, angry glint to her eyes that turns positively wild when between one step and another her ears pop and the sky returns and she is standing farther up than she had thought possible.
That gaze flickers between the strangers there, her flower-adorned mane slick against her neck in some spots and frayed in others as she narrows her gaze to study the others who are there, taking care to stand where she cannot be touched. Which is detrimental to the desire to bite off the head of whoever it was who had summoned them because surely they were responsible for that disaster of a climb. Was it one of these stallions? Or someone else entirely?
TIASA
