08-30-2021, 01:03 PM
It was legend that the Forest of Beqanna housed dark and dangerous secrets near its center. Young colts and fillies were warned not to stray from their parent's side when walking through, and the bands of nomadic horses living outside the kingdom territories told fantastic tales of delight whenever they agreed to stop overnight in Taiga at her father’s behest. Cheri remembered coming here herself many times as a young foal - the most vivid of those being her journey up the river with Anubias after the Eclipse had covered the sun. The Forest always drew her in and it never served to disappoint.
This instance was no different from the others, but it quickly took a turn of intrigue to become one of the more exciting ventures when a voice filtered through her head.
Stupidly she turned to look behind her, hoping to catch a glimpse of either the blue orb or the horse responsible for magical antics, but instead she found nothing. Just as quickly she returned to looking ahead, wondering if it was the hours passing by that made the woods seem a bit darker or if it was something else.
Either way she was cautiously intrigued. Her posture relaxed and the appaloosa slid her pink quartz hooves carefully across the leaf-littered ground, drawing them closer to one another so she could stand upright and collect herself. The dim light of her markings and the faint green glow surrounding her wings hummed brighter, not quite so glaring but certainly enough to turn her dark curves into sharp illuminations. Aided by the luminosity, her crystal surfaces caught and reflected the beacons with glittering, winking sparks.
“Have we met before?” She asked aloud, comforted by the sound of her own voice unaltered and clear as ever. There’d been something about his tone … something that’d immediately registered with Cheri though she couldn’t quite place the strange speech. Familiar, almost as if she’d heard it before somewhere. Intuition told her to listen carefully this time around, so the pegasus refrained asking any further questions and decided to wait quietly, invested in the quarry she still felt an urge to capture.
This instance was no different from the others, but it quickly took a turn of intrigue to become one of the more exciting ventures when a voice filtered through her head.
Stupidly she turned to look behind her, hoping to catch a glimpse of either the blue orb or the horse responsible for magical antics, but instead she found nothing. Just as quickly she returned to looking ahead, wondering if it was the hours passing by that made the woods seem a bit darker or if it was something else.
Either way she was cautiously intrigued. Her posture relaxed and the appaloosa slid her pink quartz hooves carefully across the leaf-littered ground, drawing them closer to one another so she could stand upright and collect herself. The dim light of her markings and the faint green glow surrounding her wings hummed brighter, not quite so glaring but certainly enough to turn her dark curves into sharp illuminations. Aided by the luminosity, her crystal surfaces caught and reflected the beacons with glittering, winking sparks.
“Have we met before?” She asked aloud, comforted by the sound of her own voice unaltered and clear as ever. There’d been something about his tone … something that’d immediately registered with Cheri though she couldn’t quite place the strange speech. Familiar, almost as if she’d heard it before somewhere. Intuition told her to listen carefully this time around, so the pegasus refrained asking any further questions and decided to wait quietly, invested in the quarry she still felt an urge to capture.
@firion