[open quest] Part One: The Discovery

[Viszla]

Myrna suffocate the fire  i started-------------------- right when it kindles She’d begun to doze off in the late evening, having spent the last hours of daylight transforming some of the flaxen hair of her spinal mane and tail, twisting it with her magics into blue delphiniums and yellow crocuses. It was a familiar use of her ability, an exercise that soothed her and required all her attention and focus, and she was not disappointed when she woke a few hours later to find that most of them had transfigured back to white-blonde hair. Nothing seemed amiss as she woke, and the mare called Myrna sleepily blinked her blue-grey eyes as she turned her head to look around. The golden grasses of the Pampas were turned silver by the starlight, and around her the dozing sides of her family rose and fell peacefully. But Myrna, without dreamless sleep and the intense focus turning from fauna to flora requires, found that her mind wandered to less than peaceful places. The palomino mare has not slept well in years, and tonight was no exception. She takes a step forward, intending to go and get a drink from the river, and finds herself instead at the edge of what used to be the Meadow. Myrna doesn’t recognize the place; she’s been twice and had always focused more on scanning the faces for her grandparents than taking in the scenery. This time too, she is focused on the faces. The dead faces. Who are they, she wonders? And how had they died? The movement of the sprites is smooth and enchanting, and her attention is drawn from the bodies to the brilliant portal that they create opens into clouds. Myrna hates clouds. They remind her of storms - of The Storm, the one that had drowned everything she had known and left Beqanna a smaller, darker island. The one she feels responsible for. Myrna doesn’t even pause to think before she steps forward. If this is a chance to change what she had ruined, she will take it.