09-19-2019, 06:43 PM
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XImageTransform.Microsoft.gradient( startColorstr='#000b1b1b', endColorstr='#040309',GradientType=0 );}.oriash_loweredhorns_message {position: relative;z-index: 10;width: 450px;top: 10px;text-align: justify;padding: 20;color: #415971;border-top: 2px solid #112331;}.oriash_loweredhorns_quote {position: relative;z-index: 10;color: rgba(217, 231, 242, 0.6);font: 12px 'Poiret One', sans-serif;letter-spacing: 2px;text-align: center;padding-top: 20px;padding-bottom: 20px;}.oriash_loweredhorns_name {position: absolute;top: 325px;z-index: 15;right: 175px;bottom: 60px;color: #112331;text-shadow: 0 0 5px #C1C2C4;font: 70px 'Alex Brush', cursive;letter-spacing: 2px;}</style><center><div class="oriash_loweredhorns_background"><div class="oriash_loweredhorns_container"><img style="width:550px;border-radius: 50px 50px 0 0;" src="https://k.nickpic.host/bztFVD.jpg"><div class="oriash_loweredhorns_gradient"></div><p class="oriash_loweredhorns_name">Oriash</p><div class="oriash_loweredhorns_message"><p class="oriash_loweredhorns_quote" style="margin-top:-10px;">they promised that dreams can come true</p><p>You’d think she wouldn’t care, that she would have grown used to being identified as her mother’s daughter and not as herself. Yet, she finds herself going the other way as she grows, raging against the label of being “Kagerus’s daughter”. Not even is she Solace and Kagerus’ daughter, but merely Kag’s. Always Kag.
Everyone knew her very public mother, and yet, did they know her as Ori knew her? Did they know the mother that would leave a helpless child to instead following a lover into a coma? Did they know the mother that, apparently, came out of that coma long enough to cure the plague and yet didn’t find her daughter? The mother that, if Solace was back, must also be back and yet still has not come for her?
No, they didn’t know that mare.
Kagerus was not Solace. Solace had a reason to leave, and the moment she could Solace had found her. Bedraggled and half dead, Solace had found her. There had been no judgment in the choice of home Ori had made, no condemnation, just love and quiet and time spent together laying on the forest floor telling stories.
So perhaps Eurwen doesn’t mean offense, but it hits Ori like a slap anyway. Not so much the <i>What</i> that comes out of the mare like a command, but the second piece. And it’s not because she is suddenly proud of her mother for helping to save Beqanna. She’s not. That was her mother. The public figure. The one everyone knew, but not the one Ori knew. <font color=#a1abb5> “I’m glad she’s so impressive to you,”</font> her tone is still flat, and it is clear she is not glad.
Where is the tiny, quiet thing that Ori used to be? When did she disappear? Was it in the air, the world opened up before her and everything changed? Was it in the sound of her mother’s voice again and again and again, haunting her even when their ghosts finally did not? She doesn’t know, but she does know this is not the girl she was. Is it the girl she wants to be?
And yet she cannot help herself, cannot find compassion for this mare who needs it. Not in the this very moment, anyway. Maybe if they just changed the subject, if the mare talked about something other than her mother with reverence. Maybe Ori could hear the part where this mare helped save them all too, maybe she would find the words to thank her. Instead, <font color=#a1abb5> “Would you prefer her?”</font>
She changes, painting her mother over herself. The spots turn red, the wings disappear, all traces of Solace that are otherwise splashed across Ori vanish and she is only Kagerus now. Or at least, her best recollection of a mother she knew only briefly, but close enough it is unlikely anyone but Solace and a few close friends might know the difference. <font color=#a1abb5> “Better?”</font>
</p></div><p class="oriash_loweredhorns_quote">but they forgot that nightmares are dreams too.</p></div></div></center>
@[Eurwen] I don't know where my sweet Ori went....
XImageTransform.Microsoft.gradient( startColorstr='#000b1b1b', endColorstr='#040309',GradientType=0 );}.oriash_loweredhorns_message {position: relative;z-index: 10;width: 450px;top: 10px;text-align: justify;padding: 20;color: #415971;border-top: 2px solid #112331;}.oriash_loweredhorns_quote {position: relative;z-index: 10;color: rgba(217, 231, 242, 0.6);font: 12px 'Poiret One', sans-serif;letter-spacing: 2px;text-align: center;padding-top: 20px;padding-bottom: 20px;}.oriash_loweredhorns_name {position: absolute;top: 325px;z-index: 15;right: 175px;bottom: 60px;color: #112331;text-shadow: 0 0 5px #C1C2C4;font: 70px 'Alex Brush', cursive;letter-spacing: 2px;}</style><center><div class="oriash_loweredhorns_background"><div class="oriash_loweredhorns_container"><img style="width:550px;border-radius: 50px 50px 0 0;" src="https://k.nickpic.host/bztFVD.jpg"><div class="oriash_loweredhorns_gradient"></div><p class="oriash_loweredhorns_name">Oriash</p><div class="oriash_loweredhorns_message"><p class="oriash_loweredhorns_quote" style="margin-top:-10px;">they promised that dreams can come true</p><p>You’d think she wouldn’t care, that she would have grown used to being identified as her mother’s daughter and not as herself. Yet, she finds herself going the other way as she grows, raging against the label of being “Kagerus’s daughter”. Not even is she Solace and Kagerus’ daughter, but merely Kag’s. Always Kag. Everyone knew her very public mother, and yet, did they know her as Ori knew her? Did they know the mother that would leave a helpless child to instead following a lover into a coma? Did they know the mother that, apparently, came out of that coma long enough to cure the plague and yet didn’t find her daughter? The mother that, if Solace was back, must also be back and yet still has not come for her?
No, they didn’t know that mare.
Kagerus was not Solace. Solace had a reason to leave, and the moment she could Solace had found her. Bedraggled and half dead, Solace had found her. There had been no judgment in the choice of home Ori had made, no condemnation, just love and quiet and time spent together laying on the forest floor telling stories.
So perhaps Eurwen doesn’t mean offense, but it hits Ori like a slap anyway. Not so much the <i>What</i> that comes out of the mare like a command, but the second piece. And it’s not because she is suddenly proud of her mother for helping to save Beqanna. She’s not. That was her mother. The public figure. The one everyone knew, but not the one Ori knew. <font color=#a1abb5> “I’m glad she’s so impressive to you,”</font> her tone is still flat, and it is clear she is not glad.
Where is the tiny, quiet thing that Ori used to be? When did she disappear? Was it in the air, the world opened up before her and everything changed? Was it in the sound of her mother’s voice again and again and again, haunting her even when their ghosts finally did not? She doesn’t know, but she does know this is not the girl she was. Is it the girl she wants to be?
And yet she cannot help herself, cannot find compassion for this mare who needs it. Not in the this very moment, anyway. Maybe if they just changed the subject, if the mare talked about something other than her mother with reverence. Maybe Ori could hear the part where this mare helped save them all too, maybe she would find the words to thank her. Instead, <font color=#a1abb5> “Would you prefer her?”</font>
She changes, painting her mother over herself. The spots turn red, the wings disappear, all traces of Solace that are otherwise splashed across Ori vanish and she is only Kagerus now. Or at least, her best recollection of a mother she knew only briefly, but close enough it is unlikely anyone but Solace and a few close friends might know the difference. <font color=#a1abb5> “Better?”</font>
</p></div><p class="oriash_loweredhorns_quote">but they forgot that nightmares are dreams too.</p></div></div></center>
@[Eurwen] I don't know where my sweet Ori went....
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