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Brilliant Pampas: Round 3 - Beqanna Fairy - 01-26-2019 ROUND 3 A surprising amount of them dream of fire. They dream of fear, and pain, and many die in their dreams. It's painful for the fairy to watch, to hear, but she knows this is necessary, for their sacrifices to matter. To end the greater pain and suffering of the lands they watch. So she doesn't hide behind her brothers and sisters, but keeps vigil over their nightmares. A child sentinel. @[leliana], @[Anani], and @[Kagerus] awake to find the meadow largely unchanged; the red flowers still surround them in the bright light of day but as they gaze upon the meadows beyond, there are no other flowers in sight. 'The first blooms of spring', she had said; it is clear from the brief glimpse they catch of the meadow before falling back asleep that the first blooms of spring were not within their reach. When they wake again, they are home. However, they are not untouched by their journey. Each of them will exhibit some form of the trait "Flowers" for at least one BQ year. After that the trait can fade or they can claim it as permanent, though non-genetic. The others wake to find the red flowers withered away, but they look up to find the field filled with flowers in the height of their first spring bloom. Her words ring clearly in their memories, and they know that she needs one each of these colors: red, white, yellow, pink, and orange. They are in a race now against time, lest these first blooms wither before they can get them to the mountain. Rules -The questers wake up, and must race to find flowers of the appropriate colors and bring them to the mountain. Only one horse may bring back each color flower. Any horse not in top 5/to claim a color should describe how all of the flowers are some other color, or how all of the flowers are dying, and their frustration. Posts must be at least 250 words. -You still have your traits, but may not use them offensively against others. -This round is a race, and the first posts to reply and follow the prompt are the winners. -As before, failure to respond at all will result in a permanent defect unless you notify Devin that you cannot for some reason respond. The response deadline will be 24 hours for a small gift from the fairy, and 48 to avoid a defect. fair winds & good luck RE: Brilliant Pampas: Round 3 - Nocturne - 01-26-2019 His heart still racing from the strange nightmare, Nocturne scrambled to his feet and looked around, pale eyes wide with lingering terror, breath coming fast as he slowly started to recover. No shaking earth, no lava devouring his flesh, no fire burning away the flowers he needed to bring back to the Mountain. But he still had a mission to complete. And so, he raced about as quickly as he could, searching for a flower in at least one of the colors. He started with the red one that had knocked him out already, hoping at least he’d already taken its full effects and he’d be able to gather up the remaining flowers in peace. But by the time he could reach it, it had withered to nothing before his eyes. Red, all gone, and the flowers around him in each of the colors dissolved and turned to dust as well. Until all that was left were flowers of colors she didn’t need. He raced around, frantic, searching and dismising blue and purple and green. Finally, FINALLY, he found a white flower, purer and paler than his moonlight baby coat or the brighter white that splashed across his feet. When he had gathered up the single solitary flower, he raced back for the Mountain as quickly as his young legs could carry him. Perhaps if he was lucky he could get back quickly enough that Ember wouldn’t even miss him. If he ran fast enough, maybe the Fairies could end this tonight, piece together a cure and chase the plague from the face of their world. Quickly, quickly, the smallest fairy’s voice in his head urged, and he raced on, back across the hills of Loess and the heavily wooded forest, across the river and up the Mountain once again. His heart thundered in his chest, his breath came fast as he gasped for air, and he dropped to his knees and then fell to his side as if in slow motion, depositing the flower at the fairy’s feet. It was all he could do to hope it was fast enough, hope he’d been swift enough, that he’d achieved the speed they needed. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t find them all,” he whispered, “but I hope this white flower helps.” RE: Brilliant Pampas: Round 3 - Rouhi - 01-26-2019 keep your dreams in check Rouhi RE: Brilliant Pampas: Round 3 - Ferran - 01-26-2019 i'm told that to be human i must stand still For a moment she is confused, blinking blearily around her as she tries to discern nightmare from reality. She remembers the fire, but this meadow stretches bright and unburnt, no charcoal or scent of smoke lingering about her. The others are awakening too, finally released from whatever had dragged them into slumber. ferran RE: Brilliant Pampas: Round 3 - naia - 01-26-2019 Naia has always thought of herself as strong. The most battle-driven yearling there is; but as of late, she has been more broken than proud, a bewildered pup left shivering in a box on the side of the road. Forgiveness has never come easy to her. No, never: it is only now that she realizes she harbors deep resentments from her early days as a babe. Thalassa, for only ever mentioning her father in passing - Leilan, for never being there, no matter if he had control of his absence. Yes, down - so deep, deep down - the girl is roiling with anger, coiled and hissing like the villainous rope of dynamite. In her doom, she lurches forward, tears pouring down her face. Naia hears the fairy’s words and knows what this means. Sacrifice. She sacrificed herself for the good of Beqanna. Admittedly, that felt incredible - self sacrifice. So, she lunges upward, knowing time is of the essence, and races to the first flower in sight: a large, blooming, pink blossom. Gently, she wraps her mouth around the stem and steps away, breaking into a healthy canter. That should do it, a fast but stamina-driven pace to get her to the Mountain. Her trip is not terribly, long but by the time she reaches the Mountain, she is winded - and she still has to make the climb. Up the steep slope she goes, remembering the whole time that she is doing this for others - that she must stay out of her lonely head to survive. Finally, the peak is before her. Naia drops her bloom with heaving breathe, offering the sky a submissive and tear-filled look. words: 274 RE: Brilliant Pampas: Round 3 - luster - 01-26-2019 — Luster — so we let our shadows fall away like dust ;
RE: Brilliant Pampas: Round 3 - Ruan - 01-26-2019 Ruan it's not by bone but yet by blade and it's not by fire but what's forged in flame RE: Brilliant Pampas: Round 3 - wander - 01-26-2019 Wander is the only one that just stands there; originally she was going to race off and claim an orange flower than a yellow flower, thinking those would be two of the last because everyone prefers pretty pink and white flowers. Not so! They’re claimed first as horses dash by her with the blooms in their mouth. Of course the pink and white flowers are gone in a flash too. That just leaves the red one, but where can she find one of those if they all withered away?
Her apricot face pulls up into a frown; think Wander think! There must be a red bloom somewhere… so she starts to zig and zag up the rows of flowers, sniffing and looking but so unsuccessful. Not surprising, the meadow moves and a mare goes rushing by with the last color. Wander plops down in the midst of all those remaining and starts to cry. She had tried her hardest! But it just wasn’t good enough.
No - she hadn’t been good enough.
Not quick enough or smart enough.
Maybe she hadn’t wanted it bad enough?
So there she is, crying and all of a sudden through her tears, the flowers begin to shrivel up and die. She springs to her feet and tries to encourage them to seek the sun with her nose, wailing all the while, “No no no! Oh no!” This isn’t fair! The flowers should not have to suffer either. Some have fallen completely over, given way to dust and dirt again as of they’d simply never been. It was like the magic couldn’t sustain them any longer, now that the five must have been delivered to the mountain.
She finds a stream and carries mouthful after mouthful that she dumps on this flower and that, but they just fade away. Soon there is nothing left but piles of petals and dust; crying, she scoops up a mouthful and begins the slow sad walk back to them mountain. Wander cannot meet the fairy’s eyes and is careful not to crush the desired flowers that have already been placed before her. She feels that what she carries is still important too, and so, off to the side, she opens her mouth and spits out the gross mess of petals, saliva, and dust.
“I’m sorry, I tried.” she murmurs mournfully and turns away, head lowered in shame as she picks an unassuming spot in the back of the crowd.
RE: Brilliant Pampas: Round 3 - Y'Kira - 01-26-2019 Awake and free of the smoke imbued nightmare, I find myself disoriented once awareness grips me again. It had all seemed so very real, and now I wasn't sure that this field was true. Would it go up in flames as well? Eaten up by hungry fire while I fought in vain to escape? It was a dreadful thought, and it took me a moment more than it should have to fight past it and realise that time was running out. Everywhere I looked, blooms faded like oversaturated watercolors, once brilliant hues melting into dull echoes of their former glory. Watching them, I felt my own vibrancy fade, sucked dry by an unfamiliar feeling of ineptitude. This had been my first attempt at doing something that went beyond myself, that effected others. I might have helped, but as I began to frantically rustle through a field of papery flowers, I realized I had missed it. My chance to help was gone, withered with the season's first blooming. Stranded in the midst of the now dull field, muted petals caught up in the tangled strands of mane and feathering, I felt angry at myself for falling short. Others would succeed, I hoped, all wouldn't be lost. Still, the disappointment clung to me like the ghosts of flowers, an old perfume no longer used. Head held at half mast, I let the tip of my sun gold horn trail mournfully through the now brittle stalks surrounding me. I hoped this wouldn't be the last blooming I would see. It had been a wonderful thing to witness, even if the side effects had been a bit brutal. Blinking into the morning's light, I shook my head lightly. I think i might linger a while, and see what other flowers this place had to offer. RE: Brilliant Pampas: Round 3 - GODBEAR - 01-26-2019 the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night Godbear |