Alivia
in the land of gods and monsters
The stallion, stained in the likes woodland and char, his mare's milk white eyes floating eerily against the swath of inky black forelock, seemed to dance and flicker like candlelight as they looked about. In turn, Liv's own did the same as she sought to see what it seemed he was searching for. A bemused grin touched her features as though he were playing a game but the price of his words are paid for by her smile, it floats away as she grasps them. "The fairies grew angry..." She begins gently enough but only for the sake of the stallion's unabashed fear. The pale blue of her own eyes attempt to shift away from the stallion's but the ghostly coated ones of his own seem to latch to her. She is helpless in the grip of those pale eyes. Liv had never not known her immortality. She had been born too young to know a life before the Reckoning but the wails and feral distraught could only give her a glimpse into what life had been like. "The fairies came...they took back what they gave. They taught the greedy a lesson...Beqanna was humbled." Liv ties up the explanation as gently as possible. Where a haughty bold mare had been was replaced by a more quiet, more compassionate one. She watches the furrow of his brow as he attempts to decipher this new land like ancient hieroglyphics. "I'm Alivia...Liv." One lightly feathered hoof draws her a place closer with an slightly extended muzzle, her blue skin shivering with a mixture cold winter chill and nervousness.
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