06-18-2018, 06:01 PM
odOnce upon a time, In a land far, far away, a girl was born. Beautiful and kind, She was not like the other girls born in this land, for it was plagued with spiteful and haggard beasts. Her own mother was blessed with beauty and cursed with rage, though the day her daughter was born something changed.
Fearing the worst for the girl's pure heart, her mother sent her away in a wind storm. The precious child was bounced across the oceans and pivoted over the mountain tops. Finally the wind placed her on an island, isolated from all beings like her. However, kind fairies inhabited the island, and raised the girl like one of their own. They named her Nesta, meaning traveler, for she had come a long way to be with them. Under their care Nesta learned only how to love and be honorable but something was missing. Everyday Nesta would speak with the fairies and learn from them, but they would not play or romp. They were respectable creatures that did not understand the concept of a child mind.
Nesta was left to chase dolphins from the shoreline, and giggly lonesomely at the butterflies that flitted prettily through the rye. Despite their inability to fully understand why she was so lonely, the fairies noticed. And on her second birthday, the fairies decided it was time to say goodbye. They wove moon flowers in her hair (to always light her way), dusted her fine pink coat with island sand (so she would always remember them), and last of all they wove an amulet from 'enchanted' sea glass. If she ever became homesick, or sad she should hold it to her heart and one of the fairies would think of her.
-Really it was just sea glass that would be tied to her ankle until it fell off, but to her everything the fairies said was true. It had to be true. -
Once more she was sent upon a windstorm to a far away land. Nesta was placed upon another island (though this one was inhabited by many like her, good and bad alike.) and all memories of her fairy friends faded, replaced with a simple knowledge of her own kind. It is then that her story in Beqanna begins.
Chapter I: The arrival.
She breaks through the brush, throwing her head madly to detangle ivory tresses from the low hanging branches that snaggle her mane. The girl (almost a woman) is confused and utterly lost. For hours she has been following a faint scent of other equines.
As she fights her way through the maddening trees the sun breaks open as the woods do and the painted beauty finds herself in a field full of curious eyes.
Theres many like her here , all colorful and odd looking. They stare for only a moment at the rosy toned lady before turning their attentions back to what they had at hand. Oddly, this comforts the maiden.
Suddenly intrigued by the field she steps forward, giggling at the feeling of autumnal grasses tickling her pinky undercarriage. She sets forward on a path to a stream that bubbles merrily through the center of the common land, its bright tune luring her in. Nesta stands at it's side and stares curiously into it. Small fish dart beneath the crystalline surface, their scales glinting rainbow under the afternoon sun. It twinkles against the opal pendent upon her leg and her mind wanders to it briefly....How had she gotten it? As her fragile mind wanders a stranger approaches... who could they possibly be?
Fearing the worst for the girl's pure heart, her mother sent her away in a wind storm. The precious child was bounced across the oceans and pivoted over the mountain tops. Finally the wind placed her on an island, isolated from all beings like her. However, kind fairies inhabited the island, and raised the girl like one of their own. They named her Nesta, meaning traveler, for she had come a long way to be with them. Under their care Nesta learned only how to love and be honorable but something was missing. Everyday Nesta would speak with the fairies and learn from them, but they would not play or romp. They were respectable creatures that did not understand the concept of a child mind.
Nesta was left to chase dolphins from the shoreline, and giggly lonesomely at the butterflies that flitted prettily through the rye. Despite their inability to fully understand why she was so lonely, the fairies noticed. And on her second birthday, the fairies decided it was time to say goodbye. They wove moon flowers in her hair (to always light her way), dusted her fine pink coat with island sand (so she would always remember them), and last of all they wove an amulet from 'enchanted' sea glass. If she ever became homesick, or sad she should hold it to her heart and one of the fairies would think of her.
-Really it was just sea glass that would be tied to her ankle until it fell off, but to her everything the fairies said was true. It had to be true. -
Once more she was sent upon a windstorm to a far away land. Nesta was placed upon another island (though this one was inhabited by many like her, good and bad alike.) and all memories of her fairy friends faded, replaced with a simple knowledge of her own kind. It is then that her story in Beqanna begins.
Chapter I: The arrival.
She breaks through the brush, throwing her head madly to detangle ivory tresses from the low hanging branches that snaggle her mane. The girl (almost a woman) is confused and utterly lost. For hours she has been following a faint scent of other equines.
As she fights her way through the maddening trees the sun breaks open as the woods do and the painted beauty finds herself in a field full of curious eyes.
Theres many like her here , all colorful and odd looking. They stare for only a moment at the rosy toned lady before turning their attentions back to what they had at hand. Oddly, this comforts the maiden.
Suddenly intrigued by the field she steps forward, giggling at the feeling of autumnal grasses tickling her pinky undercarriage. She sets forward on a path to a stream that bubbles merrily through the center of the common land, its bright tune luring her in. Nesta stands at it's side and stares curiously into it. Small fish dart beneath the crystalline surface, their scales glinting rainbow under the afternoon sun. It twinkles against the opal pendent upon her leg and her mind wanders to it briefly....How had she gotten it? As her fragile mind wanders a stranger approaches... who could they possibly be?
((OOC: unedited, phone post.))