07-04-2024, 07:50 PM
. there is no pain you are receding .
Something about the flamed Phoebus and the metallic Kreation enthralled Opium more than their appearance alone. Their talk of the Fae and their fickle magics, their devotion to reclaiming Tephra, and their acceptance of her ordinary form had all taken her by surprise. Despite her inferior differences, she was treated well for being an intruder - something she couldn’t say if the situation had been reversed. Perhaps this fueled her desire to aid the two in their venture - or at least it fueled her ever-expanding curiosity.
Opium listened as Phoebus spoke of his home. His description of his lost homeland sounded vastly different from where she fled, though similar in temperature—at least, that's what was presumed. The Red mare was accustomed to arid heat burning down from the sun above and radiating upwards from the sands below. However, she was curious if she could withstand the violent heat of volcanic terrain. Would she even have the privilege to attempt it?
For some reason, the petite mare of red felt a solid longing to try.
Opium’s curiosity about Bequanna, its mystical lands, fantastical beings, and unfathomable wonders captivated her and grew with each passing moment. What else was there to do, leave? Why? Red Opium had nothing to lose in her exploration of this foreign realm. Therefore, it only made sense for the delicate desert damsel to follow suit when the darling Fifi darted off with Phoebus close behind.
Upon reaching the river, she slows, taking in her new surroundings and searching for the fishcat. Sure enough, her ears catch the boisterous tones of Kreation. Red follows as Phoebus approaches the struggling mare with a chuckle that fades quickly into inquisitive concern. The realization of Kreation’s condition struck Red with ice-cold fear. The Faries did this? The blood bay mare could now see a little sample of their capabilities.
Try as she might, she was unable to utter a word. Even if she could, what was there to say? All she could do was stand there and observe.
Opium listened as Phoebus spoke of his home. His description of his lost homeland sounded vastly different from where she fled, though similar in temperature—at least, that's what was presumed. The Red mare was accustomed to arid heat burning down from the sun above and radiating upwards from the sands below. However, she was curious if she could withstand the violent heat of volcanic terrain. Would she even have the privilege to attempt it?
For some reason, the petite mare of red felt a solid longing to try.
Opium’s curiosity about Bequanna, its mystical lands, fantastical beings, and unfathomable wonders captivated her and grew with each passing moment. What else was there to do, leave? Why? Red Opium had nothing to lose in her exploration of this foreign realm. Therefore, it only made sense for the delicate desert damsel to follow suit when the darling Fifi darted off with Phoebus close behind.
Upon reaching the river, she slows, taking in her new surroundings and searching for the fishcat. Sure enough, her ears catch the boisterous tones of Kreation. Red follows as Phoebus approaches the struggling mare with a chuckle that fades quickly into inquisitive concern. The realization of Kreation’s condition struck Red with ice-cold fear. The Faries did this? The blood bay mare could now see a little sample of their capabilities.
Try as she might, she was unable to utter a word. Even if she could, what was there to say? All she could do was stand there and observe.
. Red Opium .
@Phoebus
@Kreation
Apologies for the delay! Life threw me a curve ball. Things seem to have settled now!