07-24-2020, 01:18 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-13-2021, 11:09 AM by Wysteria Fairy.)
<link href='http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Damion|Lato' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'><style>t {color: #FFFF;}</style><center><img src="https://img.nickpic.host/FB0QlX.png" style="position: relative; margin: 0px 0px -75px -210px; width="400" height="400";><div style="background: #90B6B6; width:500px; padding: 1px 1px 5px; border:1px double #B2B4B1; border-radius:500px 500px 0px 0px / 0px 0px 0px 0px;"><div style="margin: 35px 30px 0px; text-align:justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px; color: #E8E8E8; line-height:125%; text-indent: 0px;"><font face=times new roman>They are all, in some way, ghosts.
There a few exceptions but when Aela comes too close, she becomes haunted. She becomes like them - a ghost. The yearling keeps to the outskirts of Taiga with her mother, afraid to come too close to the other horses who call it home. They carry memories and with them comes the tidal waves of emotions attached to them.
Sometimes, it isn’t just the ghosts that bring the memories.
Sometimes, it’s the land that remembers.
It doesn’t matter the source; they all come crashing together.
On a warm spring afternoon, the yearling strays from Taiga. She leaves her mother, the eerie Redwoods and its fog behind her. She follows the River, slinks through the mountains of Hyaline (she doesn’t know any better) until they fall at her back. There are many peaks that she sees but there is only one that is singing: the one ahead of her.
Aela doesn’t know it’s Magic. Aela doesn’t know what pulses below the stone. All she knows is that this is like her ghosts but something infinitely stronger. Infinitely different. Something lovely.
Her blue eyes grow rounder as it swims in her vision. It had already been an impressive feature of this range from a distance but as she comes closer, it is prouder. It is bolder. It is almost noble (if she had any notion of nobility) in its stance. There is no sound - save from the occasional cry of a bird, the stirring of a branch overhead - and Aela immediately knows she has stumbled across something sacred.
A feeling in her chest awakens and her heart beats, louder (<i>stronger</i>). Like many before her, the youth starts at the base of the Mountain. She climbs, one careful step after another. There is the occasional stone that is the casualty of her steps as she goes, clamoring down the peak. It echoes but there is no louder singing than the one she feels within her.
She doesn’t quite reach the top. Aela lifts her head, craning it up to try and breach the final distance between her and the pinnacle of Beqanna. <i>Can you hear me?</i> she wonders, <i>could I sing like you?</i> </p></div><br><div style="position: relative; text-align: center; font-family: Damion; font-size: 30px; color: #B3B8BD; text-shadow: -1px -1px 0px #e2e1e1, 1px -1px 0px #e2e1e1, -1px 1px 0px #e2e1e1, 1px 1px 0px #e2e1e1; line-height: 75%;">AELA</div><div style="position: relative; margin: 2.5px 50px 2.5px; text-align: center; font-family: Lato; font-size: 11px; color: #E0E8E8; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 125%;"><i>i saw you late last night, come to harm<br>i saw you dance in the devil's arms</i></div></div><div style="width: 500px; margin-top: 2px; text-align: center; font-family: Lato; font-size: 8px; color:#COLOR4; text-transform: uppercase;">html by <a href="http://castlegraphics.deviantart.com/" style="color: #COLOR4; text-decoration: none;">castlegraphics</a>; art by <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/kharthian" style="color: #COLOR4; text-decoration: none;">KHARTHIAN</a></div></center>
hello! Aela would "like" to quest/swap her light healing for empathy (3 space for 3 space). i'd like to use my auto quest from the holiday raffle. and i don't know if it matters but just in case, she's mute. thank you! <3
There a few exceptions but when Aela comes too close, she becomes haunted. She becomes like them - a ghost. The yearling keeps to the outskirts of Taiga with her mother, afraid to come too close to the other horses who call it home. They carry memories and with them comes the tidal waves of emotions attached to them.
Sometimes, it isn’t just the ghosts that bring the memories.
Sometimes, it’s the land that remembers.
It doesn’t matter the source; they all come crashing together.
On a warm spring afternoon, the yearling strays from Taiga. She leaves her mother, the eerie Redwoods and its fog behind her. She follows the River, slinks through the mountains of Hyaline (she doesn’t know any better) until they fall at her back. There are many peaks that she sees but there is only one that is singing: the one ahead of her.
Aela doesn’t know it’s Magic. Aela doesn’t know what pulses below the stone. All she knows is that this is like her ghosts but something infinitely stronger. Infinitely different. Something lovely.
Her blue eyes grow rounder as it swims in her vision. It had already been an impressive feature of this range from a distance but as she comes closer, it is prouder. It is bolder. It is almost noble (if she had any notion of nobility) in its stance. There is no sound - save from the occasional cry of a bird, the stirring of a branch overhead - and Aela immediately knows she has stumbled across something sacred.
A feeling in her chest awakens and her heart beats, louder (<i>stronger</i>). Like many before her, the youth starts at the base of the Mountain. She climbs, one careful step after another. There is the occasional stone that is the casualty of her steps as she goes, clamoring down the peak. It echoes but there is no louder singing than the one she feels within her.
She doesn’t quite reach the top. Aela lifts her head, craning it up to try and breach the final distance between her and the pinnacle of Beqanna. <i>Can you hear me?</i> she wonders, <i>could I sing like you?</i> </p></div><br><div style="position: relative; text-align: center; font-family: Damion; font-size: 30px; color: #B3B8BD; text-shadow: -1px -1px 0px #e2e1e1, 1px -1px 0px #e2e1e1, -1px 1px 0px #e2e1e1, 1px 1px 0px #e2e1e1; line-height: 75%;">AELA</div><div style="position: relative; margin: 2.5px 50px 2.5px; text-align: center; font-family: Lato; font-size: 11px; color: #E0E8E8; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 125%;"><i>i saw you late last night, come to harm<br>i saw you dance in the devil's arms</i></div></div><div style="width: 500px; margin-top: 2px; text-align: center; font-family: Lato; font-size: 8px; color:#COLOR4; text-transform: uppercase;">html by <a href="http://castlegraphics.deviantart.com/" style="color: #COLOR4; text-decoration: none;">castlegraphics</a>; art by <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/kharthian" style="color: #COLOR4; text-decoration: none;">KHARTHIAN</a></div></center>
hello! Aela would "like" to quest/swap her light healing for empathy (3 space for 3 space). i'd like to use my auto quest from the holiday raffle. and i don't know if it matters but just in case, she's mute. thank you! <3