12-29-2017, 04:58 PM
Reagan
I want you to know that I'm all yours; you and me, we're the same force.
Reagan's form is ethereal. She is part forest, part wolf. Part dog, part deer. And she is everything magician in this moment. Her colors begin to rotate like a kaleidescope, slow and unthreatening. Her voice continues to echo as small flowers push through her hair, blooming in a transcendent time warp that she now finds herself in.
"Do not be afraid," she says gently, genuine warmth and care in her voice, if not a little bit of sadness. Such memories were here within these trees for her. So many places she has loved - and been loved. And then reviled. But those days were much too far behind her to dwell on them now. And there was much to do.
"You have awoken here from a deep slumber, but your memories are not a dream. Your travels have brought you here." Reagan turns then, away from Nikoline, her intentions clear that the painted mare should follow her. The trees here were filled to the tip with deep magic, untrusting of their situation. Much like their new guardian. "You may find yourself much changed."
Slowly, as she walks into the heart of the forest, she begins to change. Away from her spirit form, and back into the form of her birth. A grey mare with dark grey points, and bright green eyes. It is a slow change, almost untraceable here in the void. The rippling of her magic is a miasma of color and sensation, one that Reagan is familiar with - but assailing the senses of someone who until recently has been without magic, it would be - almost over sensitising.
How long they walk, it is uncertain. The Taiga is a large forest with many large trees and untold number of plants. The way they bend and talk to each other, creating a carpet of lichen and moss before Reagan - it is as if they have remembered their mistress, and forgiven her for her past transgressions. Reagan would never forget - nor would she ever forgive herself.
"I was once Queen here, and caretaker of this forest. A lifetime ago." She adds that last part, almost as an aside. "And though it has another now," (she speaks of Kolera) "This forest is vast. And needs someone who understands how the trees can talk. Communicate. You will meet Kolera on another day, but you do not have to live life alone now. Unless you choose to, of course."
Rarely does Reagan exhibit such magic all at the same time. Her mind rests inside Niko's thoughts, and she picks apart, seeing what she has seen. "You have much to be proud of, Nikoline."