Night Mage; Any

[Ceren]

Night Mage

The land is dark when she arrives. Stars twinkle and dance in the night sky above as the mare makes her way through the quiet meadow. Distantly, the hum of the waterfall calls to her as it cascades from the cliffside. She looks upon the mountains which envelope the Meadow in a warm embrace, her pale eye tracing their snowcapped tips. Calm washes over her and the autumn breeze tickles her dark mane. It has been a long time since the mare had felt so at peace.
"How strange..."
She whispers this, as though she is terrified to awaken any of the sleeping forms which litter the golden expanse. How strange was it for one to feel contempt in a field full of strangers at night? The maiden could almost laugh outwardly at the thought. Instead, she offers a gentle whinny.
Some turn their great heads to her and others continue to dream. Turning her eyes once more from the onlookers she begins her path towards the waterfall who's distant melody promised her water and a hideaway from those she had disturbed. As she walks the painted maiden took her time to take note of her surroundings. The snowcapped mountains gave way to golden grasses, touched reverently by Autumn's cool breath. Trees of all kinds and statures rose from the ground surrounding the meadow, encasing their mysteries like a smog. The sight of the dark forests sent a chill down her spine and the woman quickly averted her eyes. To her great relief the small pool which the waterfall collapsed unto was near enough for comfort. She peered into its dark waters and gazed upon her traveled bodice. Even the mare knew she had looked better before. Leaves twisted into her mane like flecks of gold, and the white of her bodice and dark face was defiled by dust and mud. Two eyes stared blankly back at her, as though they could not answer what happened to her. She sucked in a breath, only realizing now how long it had been since she had seen her own face. A streak of snowy white forelock hung in tangles around a honeyed eye, it expanses quilted by the darkness of her coat. The other, a much paler figure was guarded by equally as pale lashes (though now they were tainted with the same smog which disfigured her markings). She could gaze upon the image no longer.
Stepping forward the mare destroyed her reflection, the water rising over her body as she shuddered from its chill. Large petal shaped ears pinned flat as she wandered deeper and deeper, learning to relish in the cold against her road worn muscles. The dirt and debris fell away the deeper she roamed and a few tosses of her great head in the pool restored her face to its ivory origins. Now weighted tendrils flowed down her spine like her own private ebony waterfalls. She was at peace now once more knowing she was not nearly as bedraggled and looked upon by others. She lowered her poll, quite contempt with the idea of sleeping submerged.

Ceren

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[Gale]

Gale run away with me-- lost souls and reverie running wild and running free Gale had not been gifted with invisibility like some of his siblings, and though the navy blue body of the pegasus is hard to see against the moonlit night, his feathered wings and long, spinal mane are bright and white and impossible to miss. He rarely minds this fact, rarely finding the need to hide himself from anything that his other abilities cannot do away with, but tonight is an exception. He had lingered longer that he’d meant to in the Plains, watching the sun set over the distant Pampas. His wing is still sore from the battle, and with no need to hurry home, he’d decide to walk back across Beqanna. Night had well and truly fallen by the time he’d reached the Field, and Gale decided to rest for the night rather than wade the river. After a good night ff sleep, his wing might even be fully healed. Yet he cannot fall asleep. For some reason, rest alludes him, and the cremello striped horse finds himself weaving between resting bodies as he makes his way toward the water. It is still rippling when he arrives, so he can only assume that the dark colored mare with most of her body submerged has only recently waded in. The body of water is large enough that he doesn’t feel rude taking a sip from his side of the pool, and he waits for her to come out for what feels like a rather long time. When he can bear it no longer, the horned stallion asks: “You gonna sleep in there or what?”The idea doesn’t sound pleasant, not on a brisk autumn evening, but Gale supposes that perhaps he has grown soft in his preferences. It is easy to grow accustomed the luxury of warm water for soaking when he’s never really known anything else. @[Ceren]