09-07-2016, 07:15 AM
Time has passed quickly – and yet slowly. It seemed as if in all the chaos, a rift of time has opened up. The winter has lasted unseasonably longer – the snow still furiously picking up, the temperature still dropping. Perhaps this was another one of Beqanna’s vengeances, eking out more hours and days for the denizens of Beqanna to revel in their punishment. But all the more reason to find a place to settle down roots – to prepare for the heart of winter, to ready for spring on the horizon. This was no place to bring children into the world.
They had succeeded – Beqanna had deemed them worthy (however slightly) of a home. It would not be the Tundra, it would not be the Valley, it would not be the Chamber. But it would be something new – like a fresh field of clean snow, ripe for new hoof prints and hallowed ground.
Upon beseeching the Fairy for land, Eight quickly sought you out. With the magic he still had atop the mountain, he sought for your soul. It was fruitless thinking you would be up there, though. The air was too thin, the land not meant for living – simply a reminder of what once was. He knew that although the mountain was the only place you could speak, that much of your time would be spent in a cage of silence.
And so he trekked down, down, down. To the only other place he knew you would be. He entered the meadow, drinking in the sight of it now being full – dozens of homeless souls bracing against the biting winds – preparing for the worst and planning their best.
He scans the horizon, looking for your ever familiar form of a once raptor queen. Your grulla coat stands stark amid the land, and he quickly picks up into a trot towards you, his feet crunching through the thick layer of ever building snow.
” Topsail. We have found refuge. We have been granted a land with Offspring and Magnus – a safe haven that we will build upon. And soon, we will ask for your telepathy back. “
You can post her there, or here, or not at all. Just wanted to IC tie this together (:
They had succeeded – Beqanna had deemed them worthy (however slightly) of a home. It would not be the Tundra, it would not be the Valley, it would not be the Chamber. But it would be something new – like a fresh field of clean snow, ripe for new hoof prints and hallowed ground.
Upon beseeching the Fairy for land, Eight quickly sought you out. With the magic he still had atop the mountain, he sought for your soul. It was fruitless thinking you would be up there, though. The air was too thin, the land not meant for living – simply a reminder of what once was. He knew that although the mountain was the only place you could speak, that much of your time would be spent in a cage of silence.
And so he trekked down, down, down. To the only other place he knew you would be. He entered the meadow, drinking in the sight of it now being full – dozens of homeless souls bracing against the biting winds – preparing for the worst and planning their best.
He scans the horizon, looking for your ever familiar form of a once raptor queen. Your grulla coat stands stark amid the land, and he quickly picks up into a trot towards you, his feet crunching through the thick layer of ever building snow.
” Topsail. We have found refuge. We have been granted a land with Offspring and Magnus – a safe haven that we will build upon. And soon, we will ask for your telepathy back. “
You can post her there, or here, or not at all. Just wanted to IC tie this together (: