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she drank my past, like the finest of wines; nikkai - Warlight - 11-23-2019 Warlight Soul as sweet as blood red jam
@[Nikkai] RE: she drank my past, like the finest of wines; nikkai - Nikkai - 11-27-2019 IT'S NOT POWER THAT MAKES YOU THE STRONGEST As they make their decisions and start to disappear, back to their own homes, the grulla mare wanders closer, staying respectively back so that the younger mare can say her farewells. When Warlight moves away from the boy, eyes going somewhere else, she moves a little closer, waiting patiently. The first time the tension thickens, she begins to smell fresh mountain air. Flowers, but not like her childhood home. In the back of her mind, she starts to see a deep, clear lake; towering mountains that feel like home. But that place never resolves; everything fades back into the pounding sound of death’s waterfall and the river that flows into it. Nikkai blinks and then when the world starts to waver again it’s accompanied by the strange scent of sulfur, and an overwhelming dense heat. They are the last to leave Death, and she is glad to take a deep, clear breath even if the air is unfamiliar. She supposes it won’t be that way for long. Before anything else, she steps away from Warlight to look around, deep dark eyes lingering on the volcano, the lush grasses, the streams and lava crossing back and forth. She can feel latent magic running underneath her hooves, magic the other magicians in Beqanna have been blocked from using, and her own reinvigorated soul calls out for it. But this flat section of land won’t do at all. Not for what she wants. If she must create something to channel magic, it will be the waterfall that she misses so dearly. The magical mare blinks and they’re at the foothills of the volcano instead, and she peers up into the rocky face of the mountainside, the magic swelling inside of her until she simply can’t hold it anymore. From a hundred feet above their heads, water bursts from the sheer side of the volcano, pouring down. When it hits the hard ground it splashes up, creating a massive wave that drenches the two mares before setting into the deep crater it’s created, and then overflows, a new river emerging to flow forward and join the other streams that criss-cross everything. For the first time since she slipped back across the border from Death to Life, she doesn’t feel like her head is about to explode from the pressure of the strange magic. She turns to the brown and white mare, putting the waterfall behind her so she doesn’t have to look at it for a moment because it isn’t quite her waterfall, and that’s painful. “Where are we?” she asks at last, because she has no idea. The only place she’s been in the ‘New Beqanna’ is her own childhood home of the Brilliant Pampas, and she knows nothing about the other lands. Nikkai @[Warlight] RE: she drank my past, like the finest of wines; nikkai - Warlight - 12-06-2019 Warlight Soul as sweet as blood red jam
@[Nikkai] RE: she drank my past, like the finest of wines; nikkai - Nikkai - 12-23-2019 IT'S NOT POWER THAT MAKES YOU THE STRONGEST The last time she was in the land of the living, she had no powers whatsoever. The little gray mare had carved her place out in the world through sweat and grit and determination, and a little bit of blood; but she had done most of her fighting in defense of herself and her home, and she doesn’t regret the violence as a necessary step to keep others safe. Her power is new and unwieldy, and she doesn’t particularly like it, but the waterfall had been easy. The magic had been pushing, demanding, and envisioning the waterfall from home into this new place had been no sort of hardship. She can still sort of feel the magic thrumming beneath her skin (she supposes she’s a creature of magic now, and it will stay with her until the end of her second life) but it’s not drowning her anymore. The clear breath she is able to take feels new – as if her lungs haven’t filled in ages. Maybe they haven’t. The mare beside her introduces herself, and Nikkai meets her eyes and manages a smile now, feeling much more like a mortal again. “Nikkai,” she responds, because she can’t remember whether she’d introduced herself to them, in Death, and she wouldn’t have expected anyone to remember in that stress even if she had. “I died long before any of these lands even existed,” she says quietly, looking away over the landscape. “But I was given this magic to bring back to Beqanna, and if it cannot return to the Falls it needed a new home.” she hasn’t answered the question yet, she knows, but it wasn’t exactly as straightforward as they might like it to be. “As long as I live again, the magic in the waterfall is linked to me. But when I pass, it will remain in the waterfall, and for now that waterfall is Tephra’s.” “For now, what I need is an introduction to this place and it’s people. I admired the way you handled the challenges we faced in Death, and I think the magic I carry will be a good fit for this land you have chosen, but I suppose we should make sure,” there’s a little bit of a laugh there, a slight tilt of her head, that acknowledges the fact that perhaps two who have been so recently dead should fact-check before turning over some sort of wild magic to a land full of people. “My gift is a peaceful one. The water of the waterfall will increase fertility of the residents here, and it has healing properties. It will even be able to make healers out of the residents, temporarily.” As for the future? Well, Nikkai isn’t sure what it holds for either of them. /div> Nikkai @[Warlight] *hides* Sorry I'm the slowest!!! |