01-16-2017, 12:07 AM
(This post was last modified: 02-12-2017, 11:00 AM by Wysteria Fairy.)
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A nod and they had been off. A simple, slight bob of her head and they had left Tephra and set out to change her life. The smallest of gestures with which she would seek the largest impact.
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Fire and ash, fire and ash. Burn bright, brilliant, and then fade to shadow. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust - burn, burn, but to dust you will always return.
<P>
It was her turn.
<P>
She could have taken the easy route - she could have used her new wings to reach the top of the mountain in the span of a breath, or two. It was not a path she had even entertained; in Aranea's eyes it would be cheating. This journey was too important to fly, and in all honesty she was in no immediate rush to arrive. Fear burned hot in her chest and were it not for the stoic companion at her side she might have turned and fled long ago.
<P>
Bravery lived within her, as did passion and fire and all things bright and beautiful. For so long, though, silence had been her nature. For so long she had lived without a voice, being heard only through the mind or by the mouths of others. <i>Decades</i> had passed (so it seemed) since she had lost her voice to the wretched beast she had sought to slay - <i>decades</i> since she had gained the orange scars and his SIGHT in trade.
<P>
Today (though it was night, now, again) she came to see if they would allow her to trade it back. Take the sight and return the voice - Aranea had <i>so much</i> to use it for.
<P>
At times she paused and on one of those pauses she turned her head in his direction as if to seek comfort and encouragement. He was her guide as much as her strong shoulder, and though she did not need to cry she did need his reassurance. Every time she would find it and together they would press on until, finally, they would reach the summit of the towering mountain.
<P>
Now she did not hesitate.
<P>
Aranea pushed her thoughts forward with all the mental force she could muster and sought to project them. Perhaps not necessary - the faeries surely knew she was here - but it seemed the right thing to do. <i>"I come asking your favor. I am most grateful for the sight that I have been given but I ask now for the return of my voice. I wish to serve Tephra, the first of your kingdoms. I wish to seek to maintain peace with the rest and to do so I have need of my words. I offer my infrared sight in return, the sight of the beast i once tried to stop. Please, grant me this."</i>
<P>
It felt silly, but it was genuine. <i>"I have worked hard and wish to also petition for the return of my immortality."</i> This added almost as an afterthought, as she felt the ache in her bone and was reminded of her shortened time. With bated breath she waited and felt the thrum of anxiety in her chest - a mix of excitement and fear that would have driven her mad, but she leaned instead against the stallion that had accompanied her and felt <i>peace</i>.
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39 pts available, 10 for immortality return ^_^
@[Laura]
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<P>
Fire and ash, fire and ash. Burn bright, brilliant, and then fade to shadow. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust - burn, burn, but to dust you will always return.
<P>
It was her turn.
<P>
She could have taken the easy route - she could have used her new wings to reach the top of the mountain in the span of a breath, or two. It was not a path she had even entertained; in Aranea's eyes it would be cheating. This journey was too important to fly, and in all honesty she was in no immediate rush to arrive. Fear burned hot in her chest and were it not for the stoic companion at her side she might have turned and fled long ago.
<P>
Bravery lived within her, as did passion and fire and all things bright and beautiful. For so long, though, silence had been her nature. For so long she had lived without a voice, being heard only through the mind or by the mouths of others. <i>Decades</i> had passed (so it seemed) since she had lost her voice to the wretched beast she had sought to slay - <i>decades</i> since she had gained the orange scars and his SIGHT in trade.
<P>
Today (though it was night, now, again) she came to see if they would allow her to trade it back. Take the sight and return the voice - Aranea had <i>so much</i> to use it for.
<P>
At times she paused and on one of those pauses she turned her head in his direction as if to seek comfort and encouragement. He was her guide as much as her strong shoulder, and though she did not need to cry she did need his reassurance. Every time she would find it and together they would press on until, finally, they would reach the summit of the towering mountain.
<P>
Now she did not hesitate.
<P>
Aranea pushed her thoughts forward with all the mental force she could muster and sought to project them. Perhaps not necessary - the faeries surely knew she was here - but it seemed the right thing to do. <i>"I come asking your favor. I am most grateful for the sight that I have been given but I ask now for the return of my voice. I wish to serve Tephra, the first of your kingdoms. I wish to seek to maintain peace with the rest and to do so I have need of my words. I offer my infrared sight in return, the sight of the beast i once tried to stop. Please, grant me this."</i>
<P>
It felt silly, but it was genuine. <i>"I have worked hard and wish to also petition for the return of my immortality."</i> This added almost as an afterthought, as she felt the ache in her bone and was reminded of her shortened time. With bated breath she waited and felt the thrum of anxiety in her chest - a mix of excitement and fear that would have driven her mad, but she leaned instead against the stallion that had accompanied her and felt <i>peace</i>.
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39 pts available, 10 for immortality return ^_^
@[Laura]