<link href="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Lora&display=swap" rel="stylesheet"><style type="text/css">.basic_container {position: relative; /**sets the parent container position to relative - needed in order to use positioning on other elements **/z-index: 1; /** sets the display order to 1, so this element will be the lowest **/width: 500px; /** sets the width of the box **/background: #4d6e97; /** sets the background color of the box **/font: 11px 'Lora', serif; /** sets the font; size and then font family (note the use of a font stack, which is to say a specific font followed by a very generic version in case the specific font cannot be rendered) **/line-height: 1.5; /** sets the line height of the text to make it easier to read - do not make this smaller; also note that this is a naked number and is one of the only time you can use a naked number in css **/border: 1px solid #000; /** sets the border of the main box; size, style, and color **/box-shadow: 0 0 10px #000; /** sets a box shadow; x-axis offset, y-axis offset, spread, and color **/}.basic_container p { /** this section resets the padding and margin to 0 for p tags, useful so you can control these later on **/margin: 0;padding: 0;}.basic_message {text-align: justify; /** sets the text to be even on both sides **/padding: 15px 20px; /** sets the padding using shorthand; first number is top and bottom, second number is right and left **/color: #cccccc; /** sets the text color **/}.basic_name {font-size: 28px; /** makes the font size larger for the name **/color: #FFFFFF; /** changes the color of the name **/}.basic_quote {position: relative; /** sets the position to relative in order to move the quote up toward the name **/z-index: 10; /** sets the level of the quote to, which makes this the topmost element **/top: -10px; /** moves the quote to right below the name **/font-style: italic; /** gives the quote an italic font **/color: #FFFFFF; /** sets the quote color **/letter-spacing: 3px; /** sets the letter spacing of the quote farther than normal **/}</style><center><div class="basic_container"><div class="basic_message"<font color="white">Things are odd below the Mountain.
A child is sleeping. Her legs are folded gently beneath her and a golden cheek is nestled against the soft, sandy ground. The little girl remains oblivious to the darkness around her and had she been awake, her sphere of existence only orbits around the lullaby of crashing waves nearby and the chestnut mare who stands poised above her.
There is nothing to worry about - not with such a simple and sweet existence. It is only mother and daughter - mare and foal - and that is the only existence that Aela has so far known.
The world shakes and it rattles their existence.
She wakes.
She is jolted from her sleep and her head raises. Aela’s front legs frantically reach out as she tries to rise but an uneven distribution of her weight only makes the girl fall backwards, tumbling into a mess of limbs and tussle of flaxen fur. A frenzied heart and heaving sides. When she finally does find her hooves, the child presses her face into the swollen side of her mother. <i>Safe</i>, she thinks as she pushes the solid memory of her dam back to its comforting source.
A summer breeze blows past them and a reassuring touch on her haunch makes the child peer up. <b>"The wind is whispering,”</b> says the hushed mare. Aela watches her mother with wide eyes - not understanding what speaks of - and the chestnut mare smiles, reaching down to lovingly with her dark mouth to brush against her daughter’s tender cheek. Lilliana repeats the motion a few times and the girl calms; the furious pace of her heartbeat slows and her breathing steadies. Her mother brushes aside the dust that has settled on her flaxen coat.
The world shook and they still stand.
Aela - finally finding peace again - feels heavy-lidded and sleep starts to cloud the corners of her mind. Her long legs fold and as the child settles down to rest, an ear flicks to catch the sound of her mother’s lilting voice. <b>"Look at you,”</b> the red mare says wonderingly, as if there will never be enough glimpses and glances of her children in a single lifetime.
The girl is already dreaming but like her brothers before her, the child glows as she sleeps.
</div><p class="basic_name">AELA</p><p class="basic_quote"><font color=white>you've got your roots<br>and i've got the wind in my soul</p></div></center></font>
Aela is claiming glowing markings! Thank you fairies <3
A child is sleeping. Her legs are folded gently beneath her and a golden cheek is nestled against the soft, sandy ground. The little girl remains oblivious to the darkness around her and had she been awake, her sphere of existence only orbits around the lullaby of crashing waves nearby and the chestnut mare who stands poised above her.
There is nothing to worry about - not with such a simple and sweet existence. It is only mother and daughter - mare and foal - and that is the only existence that Aela has so far known.
The world shakes and it rattles their existence.
She wakes.
She is jolted from her sleep and her head raises. Aela’s front legs frantically reach out as she tries to rise but an uneven distribution of her weight only makes the girl fall backwards, tumbling into a mess of limbs and tussle of flaxen fur. A frenzied heart and heaving sides. When she finally does find her hooves, the child presses her face into the swollen side of her mother. <i>Safe</i>, she thinks as she pushes the solid memory of her dam back to its comforting source.
A summer breeze blows past them and a reassuring touch on her haunch makes the child peer up. <b>"The wind is whispering,”</b> says the hushed mare. Aela watches her mother with wide eyes - not understanding what speaks of - and the chestnut mare smiles, reaching down to lovingly with her dark mouth to brush against her daughter’s tender cheek. Lilliana repeats the motion a few times and the girl calms; the furious pace of her heartbeat slows and her breathing steadies. Her mother brushes aside the dust that has settled on her flaxen coat.
The world shook and they still stand.
Aela - finally finding peace again - feels heavy-lidded and sleep starts to cloud the corners of her mind. Her long legs fold and as the child settles down to rest, an ear flicks to catch the sound of her mother’s lilting voice. <b>"Look at you,”</b> the red mare says wonderingly, as if there will never be enough glimpses and glances of her children in a single lifetime.
The girl is already dreaming but like her brothers before her, the child glows as she sleeps.
</div><p class="basic_name">AELA</p><p class="basic_quote"><font color=white>you've got your roots<br>and i've got the wind in my soul</p></div></center></font>
Aela is claiming glowing markings! Thank you fairies <3