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<link href='https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Quicksand:300' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'> <style type="text/css"> .naia_container { position: relative; z-index: 1; background: #1c1d16; width: 600px; padding: 0 0 0 0; border: solid 1px #000; box-shadow: 0px 0px 10px 1px #000; } .naia_container p { margin: 0; } .naia_name { position: absolute; z-index: 10; color: #717969; width: 100%; bottom: 40px; left: 10px; text-align: left; font: 100px 'Quicksand', sans-serif; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #000; } .naia_image { position: relative; z-index: 4; width: 600px; } .naia_text { position: relative; z-index: 6; width: 560px; border: solid 1px #717969; background-color: #00000050; margin-top: 20px; margin-bottom: -150px; box-shadow: 0px 0px 10px 1px #000; } .naia_message { position: relative; font: 12px 'Times New Roman', serif; text-align: justify; color: #717969; padding: 30px; line-height: 1.3em; } .naia_quote { text-align: center; color: #717969; font: 12px 'Times New Roman', serif; font-weight: 800; line-height: 1.5em; padding-top: 30px; } </style> <center> <div class="naia_container"> <div class="naia_text"> <p class="naia_quote">it's a guarantee that he won't forget me. <br>my body little, my soul heavy.</p> <p class="naia_message">Their arrival into the dragon’s lair is hesitant - perhaps a direct reflection on the Pixie’s ominous congratulations. Naia’s initial reaction is gripping fear, the memory of the doomed sphinx still too fresh in her mind to fully address an even larger fantastic creature. Her pale brown eyes darken as the fear fades into passive discomfort. Each of her hooves clicks and shuffles beneath her as the only indication of her distress.
Restless energy created by fear -
a feeling all too familiar.
The appaloosa studies the dragon long enough to note sharp, icy spikes and wings that could knock them from the cliff’s edge if it so wishes. Her eyes trace the steep slopes of the skin stretched taut for flight, then on to the mystic lands that spread beyond the dragon’s intimidating countenance. As she is wondering about the lands that twinkle ages away, her discomfort sours into irritation. The feisty girl is now finding it hard to think of the guardian as fearsome when his breathe stinks and tangles her mane.
Consideration comes quickly as the dragon speaks: Naia is far too quick to turn her emotions off and think analytically.
Pteron begins to speak; Naia slowly casts her gaze to the genuine child’s face. She agrees with him, for the most part. At the very beginning of their adventure, the Queen told them they must stick together. Certainly that is a hint to this particular part of their challenge, is it not? Battling for the most “pure” is terribly divisive, and who amongst them (including this Pixie) possesses any purity at all? Not only that, but what is this evasive Queen’s gauge of purity? Does she even have the same concept of purity as the adventurers?
Naia stops, imperceptibly shaking her head and blinking away the haze her rabbit hole thoughts have created. She barely catches the tail-end of Jesper’s concurrence with Pteron. Ilma, who she expects to speak next, stays silent. She realizes she must have zoned out for whatever the ivory woman must have contributed - whatever it was, Naia assumes it is in agreement with the other two. The only noises are the shufflings of the dragon and the wavering of the whimsical tree as Naia steps quietly forward.
“I, as you can probably assume, agree with my companions,” she smirks, remembering the innocent fire she felt as a child (while simultaneously forgetting she is but an ant to the protector’s strength). “Though I would like to add,” here she gulps then shakes her head, forging that hesitation into something much stronger: defiance. “I am far from pure - but so is your Queen. You cannot expect us to battle each other over a possession someone refuses to share for no apparent reason.”
She returns to her place next Jesper, levelling her gaze with the dragon’s.</p> </div> <img class="naia_image" src="https://i.postimg.cc/rwRFPhQb/naia.png"> <div class="naia_name">Naia</div> </div> </center>
Restless energy created by fear -
a feeling all too familiar.
The appaloosa studies the dragon long enough to note sharp, icy spikes and wings that could knock them from the cliff’s edge if it so wishes. Her eyes trace the steep slopes of the skin stretched taut for flight, then on to the mystic lands that spread beyond the dragon’s intimidating countenance. As she is wondering about the lands that twinkle ages away, her discomfort sours into irritation. The feisty girl is now finding it hard to think of the guardian as fearsome when his breathe stinks and tangles her mane.
Consideration comes quickly as the dragon speaks: Naia is far too quick to turn her emotions off and think analytically.
Pteron begins to speak; Naia slowly casts her gaze to the genuine child’s face. She agrees with him, for the most part. At the very beginning of their adventure, the Queen told them they must stick together. Certainly that is a hint to this particular part of their challenge, is it not? Battling for the most “pure” is terribly divisive, and who amongst them (including this Pixie) possesses any purity at all? Not only that, but what is this evasive Queen’s gauge of purity? Does she even have the same concept of purity as the adventurers?
Naia stops, imperceptibly shaking her head and blinking away the haze her rabbit hole thoughts have created. She barely catches the tail-end of Jesper’s concurrence with Pteron. Ilma, who she expects to speak next, stays silent. She realizes she must have zoned out for whatever the ivory woman must have contributed - whatever it was, Naia assumes it is in agreement with the other two. The only noises are the shufflings of the dragon and the wavering of the whimsical tree as Naia steps quietly forward.
“I, as you can probably assume, agree with my companions,” she smirks, remembering the innocent fire she felt as a child (while simultaneously forgetting she is but an ant to the protector’s strength). “Though I would like to add,” here she gulps then shakes her head, forging that hesitation into something much stronger: defiance. “I am far from pure - but so is your Queen. You cannot expect us to battle each other over a possession someone refuses to share for no apparent reason.”
She returns to her place next Jesper, levelling her gaze with the dragon’s.</p> </div> <img class="naia_image" src="https://i.postimg.cc/rwRFPhQb/naia.png"> <div class="naia_name">Naia</div> </div> </center>