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The murk of the darkened clouds brought with it a deep sigh from the young mare’s snout, the fluxes of air that lazily pulsed around her seafoam wings held the faintest hint of approaching rain. Zoisite however cared little for the weather that evening, regardless if it poured or stayed as it was she without question needed to find the absent component to her newest recipe. Emerald tinted hues peered into the inky gloom before her, pale ribbons of lunar beams danced and toyed through the branches of the trees that surrounded her petite figure; the unsettling allusions that played along the short blades under hoof only acted to fuel her drive to find what she required and leave.
“Mugwort,” timidly stated the marble coated Gwilith to herself in an attempt to settle her nerves, instinctively her plush, short fur rose away from her clamming skin and brought a small amount of comfort to the youthful mare. Shaking her mane from her narrow face Zoisite settled down into the moist, fertile soil along a grove of trees that held a particular non-ominous demeanor to them; conifers no doubt absolutely nothing scary about pines. “Just need to find a few good samples then I can go home and get things squared away.”
Locks of whitish teal fell into her straining eyes and the feather earring that donned her lobe flickered and pranced across the crook of her neck sending a wave of trimmers up and down her athletic frame, snorting at the building anxiety lodged in the base of her stomach Zoisite outstretched her wings for just a moment as if attempting to look intimidating; in the back of her mind she knew it was silly to try and frighten the darkness around her and yet her inane antics were the only things keeping her rooted in her gathering task.
In her mind the winged-equine knew there was nothing more alarming in that moment than the menacing shadows and the night sounds that knitted together in a masterful macabre cacophony of dread veiling all of her foremost senses, allowing herself to whinny and flatten her pierced ears to her head Zoisite coiled and snapped her wings tightly against her lean, small figure and began to comb the plants with a fearful haste. She couldn’t believe that at her age she was still scared of the dark, or rather the things that dwelled within it that she couldn’t see.
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2012 5:09 am
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Tiri ithil was lead by a light , a single candle inside a metal cage keeping it safe from the impending doom of rain sure to fall from such an ominous sky. The night had caught her in the middle of her usual route to gather herbs. Her hair was tied back in its usual messy way with a few twigs of plum blossoms holding it together.
The air suddenly was scented with fear--someone was ahead of her with...wings? An unnatural gust of air had graced her face and her hair was moving in the opposite direction. Deeper into the darkness she could feel the fear almost on her--it was the sound of rushed hands and sweat beading on someone's forehead... Her senses were tingling with the sensation as the wind blew her hair into her face once more.
Gasping at the sight, a pair of wings flitted up from the side of a tree--usually pegasi do not stay near the ground in a storm--she thought to herself. The lanterns arm reached as far ahead of her as it could, she wished it were longer on a pole so she would not startle the already frightened mearh.
Peeking around just after the lantern, a concerned features and clear clean stance she could not help but smile. Someone is looking for ingredients it seems... head cocking to the side with her grin almost staying in place, her amusement Tiri watched as the pegasus reacted.
"You there---what are you doing out here?" Tiri was one to not ask a question she did not know the answer to. Tiri was not actually intending to find friends, she was looking for some Bleeding Hearts for a potion.
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2012 3:29 pm
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Deep emerald pupils contracted into pinpricks of fear as the unfamiliar voice caught in her twitching flattened ears. Spinning on her knees the short-haired mearth upturned the soft grass under her slender frame digging wide ruts of exposed dirt as she did so, the expression set on her narrow face spoke volumes before she could even find the wit to open her mouth. The small candle that illuminated the choking darkness obscured the pale figure behind it, lighting the unknown mare’s face with threatening shadows and hollowing out her eyes into fear-provoking darkened sockets; a shrill nicker erupted unexpectedly from her throat.
Blinking rapidly at the looming figure Zoisite frantically scrabbled backwards upturning more earth as she scurried away from the stranger, the resounding thud of her petite body hitting the tree behind her bridged the silence between the two females and her wings flared out showing a display of volatile emotions and a hint of pain with the action.
“Stay back, I implore you! I was just gathering some herbs, please don’t’ hurt me!” The trepidation in her voice made her already girlish pitch raise into octaves that surpassed that of a true soprano, the quaking of her tone though lessened the clear treble making it apparent she was beyond startled. Flapping her white-tipped feathered extensions the Gwilith drew them closer to her quivering body and held her sullied hands against her dirt brown snout to keep from whimpering audibly.
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 6:55 am
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...................Tiri ithil......................
The frantic movements were almost chaos in itself with the flying dirt and sullied knees, Tiri could hardly keep from laughing to herself.
Still afraid of the dark are we?
She moved closer, only just to set down the lantern on the ground and seem non-threatening if only in her own mind.
The Gwi had slammed herself against a tree like a bull which runs off a cliff to avoid the spear. Her eyes were crystalline and bright and Tiri's so dim and deep...they were a perfect contrast together in the dark of the trees and the knight around them blanketing the two in their own special moment...however ridiculous it looked!
Tiri's hair began to fall from its place pinned to her head and her arms reached up slowly to fix it. As she returned to normal she sat on the ground by the lantern to seem non-threatening when finally the female had spoken.
"I will not hurt you child--" she slurred quietly, her voice deep and calm sounding like the ocean's rocking or a mother's lullaby in the deepest of jungles where no one could hear but the mare close to her. The light from the lantern lit the two now--a pleasant warm glow between them where it would not harm anyone like the flame in holding was in fact a harmless, guiding star glowing just for them to see.
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 6:06 pm
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As the blinding glow lowered wisps of silken silvery threads played along the pink-kissed shoulders, emerald eyes refused to focus for a moment but as the taller mare leaned down Zoisite drank in the figure of the other female as if she were a much needed glass of water. The soothing tenor of the blue Laegil eased the spasms in her wings and made the youthful Pegasus drag her sullied digits away from her snout, smears of mud trailed along the fine plush fur of her face and a clump of dirt rested on the tip of her nose in a haphazard position.
“I’m not a child,” defensively replied the youth in a broken, wavering pitch. “My name is Zoisite.” Meekly stated the short-haired youth, again dirty fingers trailed to her face then over to her feathered earring, idly thin extremities stroked at the decorative beads hanging from her lobe. Sheepishly pale seafoam wings tucked against her back and she eyed the shiver-maned with a timid gaze. The female before her in the dim light of the lantern held a certain demeanor that seemed regal, collected, well-read, averting her stare Zoisite glanced towards the ground that she had mangled in her vain attempt to flee. A sudden swell of embarrassment flooded her small frame and pinpricks of heat surfaced to her face.
“I’m sorry---” Zoisite mumbled in a hushed voice, tresses of teal and white scattered across her clavicle as the winds picked up and brought with it the scent of approaching rain. “I get jumpy at night, but I am in desperate need of mugwort, I have a caldron at home simmering and am in a bit of a rush.” The comment had a veil of truth to it but her eyes spoke of something else entirely, something she was hiding. The truth was, she was in a rush because she was genuinely afraid of the dark and nothing more.
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 7:53 pm
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The explanation was sloppy, she was indeed a child but Tiri did not push this fact.
"Tiri-Ithil. You may address me as such."
The mare's jumpy tendencies were mildly amusing but were starting to seem fake. Was she an assassin? At this hour? Not having planned her trip it was unlikely... Her fur ruffled a bit as the wind picked it up more. Lighting struck int he distance behind her, giving her a tingling sensation on the back of her neck which she ignored until it got less then a few miles away.
Hair whipped way from her face by the breeze, Tiri could not help but laugh a little. What idiot leaves a cauldron on at their home? Only in the most dire of circumstances would she ever do such a thing. Never. Never has she been that desperate.
"You would do better to go to my tower to restock." she gestured behind her to the old worn road. it was still a bit of a walk as the tower could not even be seen from their position.
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 8:32 pm
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Following the wide sweeping hand gesture Zoisite peered into the darkness for a long while before simply shaking her head and drawing her wings around her tighter, hiding her arms and most of her small chest from view completely; the sounds and flashes of lightening made the youth whinny pathetically.
“Mistress Tiri-Ithil,” submissively uttered the young mare. “I don’t have much money to buy goods, hence why I gather my own.” A nervous twitch sent her left wing unfurrowing as another roar of thunder boomed across the darkened heavens. Reaching out like a frightened foal the petite framed marble coated mearth grappled onto her flailing limb and clung onto tightly.
The look in the older female’s dark hues made her expression sullen further, she recognized the judgmental gaze and felt deserving of being thought as of less than intelligent. What sort of reckless beast left a pot shimmering in the middle of the night, perhaps if Tiri-Ithil knew that what the girl was concocting was a slow cooking stew maybe then she wouldn’t have gave the awkward youth such a condescending stare. “I am sorry to have bothered you. I won’t take any more of your time, lady Ithil.”
Pushing away from the moisten earth and flattened grass Zoisite found her balance with the aid of the pine to her back. She was clumsy as she shook the lethargy from her legs, the small green band with beads that she wore just below her knee made quiet chimes with her movements, as she gave her back to Tiri it was apparent by the size of her wings that something was lacking in the feathery appendages making them seem frail and unable of flight; or at least prolonged flight.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 7:06 am
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...................Tiri ithil......................
It was borderline pathetic when she stood against the tree, trying to flee Tiri's sight. Tiri knew she waas judgmental looking but...it hurt her to see the mare look away.
"Look--come on by, I have a store room full of ingredients," tiri was not sure if she was saying this for pity or because she was such a soft-hearted old fool," You can take what you need--The plants are here from everyone not just myself."
She moved closer to the mare, within arms reach but far enough not to get hit with her twitchy wings. She half-reached for the girl's hand as if to help her go where she needed. Then again...i could look like some kind of stalker. Tiri , in truth, was not accustomed to company at the late hours of the night but this, the storm and the lightning, made her reconsider. She earnestly wanted to help the girl and it shone through in her face, beaming like the light she held in the opposing hand towards the road, almost completely darkening the trees around them.
The forest made sounds and creaked in the quickening winds.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 9:00 am
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“I don’t need a handout,” Zoisite retorted all too quickly, her voice breaking like a frog with a head-cold. Throwing a hardened glance towards the older, silver-haired mearth the girl all but jumped when she saw how close she had suddenly become, the outstretched hand silently searching towards her own made the dirty complexioned mare lower her head and soften her demeanor. “I could do chores. To repay you, and it isn’t like I am an potioneer! Nothing like that, I’m just a cook, and honestly not a very good one. I just really like picking herbs, seeing what I can make with them. Like…like---” Zoisite reached out with her sullied fingertips and without touching with her digits brushed her wrist at the hibiscus in Tiri’s mane. “Rosemallow, it is really distinctive as a tea and make for a really meaty substitute instead of vegetables. O-o-o-or you can c-c-candy it; it is really delicate in flavor b-b-but really delicious if done correctly.” Helplessly stammered the short-haired Gwilith in a desperate display to show the laegil she wasn’t completely daft, in the light of the lantern she barely could see the flowers pinned against the silver silk. "Oh...those are...plum blossoms..." So much for attempting to seem intelligent, at least she knew what they were compared to others.
A loud crack of thunder screamed out into the darkness and a gale of violent wind viciously bared down onto the two females, tucking her head further Zoisite latched onto Tiri’s forearm, the static building on her plush coat sparked and crackled as she made contact with the elegant sheen of blue. Bright eyes widened and a sudden heat swelled in the pit of her belly, instantly the girl with whitish teal hair let go of the alchemist and quivered where she stood.
“I’m scared!” She squeaked and choked back a sob as the forest opened up with a deep groan and the trees swayed then menacingly twisted and danced in the wind, heavy droplets of ice cold water tore through the shaking branches and splattered loudly against the young mare’s body.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 11:56 am
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...................Tiri ithil......................
Her eyes darted around as the lighting resounded over the hills and trees. Everything seemed electric and for a second she could almost feel the tingle--she did! A zap and the other mearh was holding tightly to her arm. A smile broke across her harsh features... Poor thing...I am such a sucker...
Tiri listened to her ramble on, knowing she was trying to make herself look less intimidated but in truth, Tiri did not mean to intimidate, she only wanted to help the poor thing. Lantern in hand, drowned out once again by the lightning crack and eventual booms. She grabbed a hold of the girl so she could steady herself. The lantern was swaying and dangerously low flickering in the rain. Tiri did not anticipate the rain and it was breeching the lantern steadily.
"The light will go out soon--we need to move." she spoke hurriedly, rushing off still holding the mare's arm, then slipping to her hand as they ran.
"Hurry up and come with me," she spoke into the wind, which had almost completely drowned her out. Either way the other girl needed a place to get out of the storm. And in almost 300 years her tower had stood, generation after generation of alchemist living there... They would be safe.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 1:03 pm
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Keeping her ears pinned to her head Zoisite followed the silver haired stranger more than obediently, the firm grip that held onto her forearm was the only thing keeping her heart from leaping into her throat; the subtle shift of that confident hand trailing down the length of her coat and gripping her own dainty palm removed all peace that she had once found in the touch. Swallowing the tightening knot that was lodged in her throat the seafoam and ivory haired youth focused as best she could on what Tiri was saying, the sound however subdued and muted by the wails of the storm and the hammering of the icy torrents that came down in blinding sheets.
“I CAN’T HEAR YOU!” Zoisite all but screamed as she ran with the other mare through the driving rain, the lantern flickering and dimming by the second. Lacing their fingers together the shorter of the two squeezed the older female’s hand fearfully as if any moment she would disappear just like the damp candle flame. The breath in her lungs grew hot then searing as she pumped her legs and nickered loudly with each movement she made, the faster they ran the more her chest constricted and the harder breathing became for the marbled Pegasus.
Hoof step after hoof step the two pressed through the downpour until an old, decrepit jut of stones finally came into view. The tower, or as much of it that she could see appeared in disrepair but the standing bits of rock proved to be far more protection than any other structure in the nearby area. Breaking into a full gallop Zoisite flew towards the doorway all but dragging Tiri with her as she did so.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 3:07 pm
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...................Tiri ithil......................
Tiri felt the rain stinging her eyes she only knew to follow the muddy trail of a road as about twenty feet from her home there was no more light to guide them, only the tall window she could see the dimness glowing far off int he walls of icy rain.
Tiri wanted to yell at her again but as she was about to do so the mare bolted faster than she had been when holding Ithil's hand and ran ahead of her to the door which, to her memory's recollection, was locked.
"Its locked," she yelled above the rain. The tower creaked eerily as Tiri came closer to it. She wrung her fur out as best she could and with a wave of her hand the lock seemed to clanks behind the door and it opened to reveal a pleasant warm glow of coals and a few dimm flames under a pit where they seemed to burn evermore.
"Come on in--I will prepare us a bath downstairs."
The light danced over the books and shelves and cases.. full of relics and things one would expect to see in a unicorn's lair. Her stand, where the only open book lay, was flipping itself shut as she approached it. Tiri was gliding to her cauldron and with one hand over it she whispered a word and with it the fire grew and began crackling, roaring against the sound of the rain.
The door slamed shut behind the gwilith when she entered, stifling the sound of the monster outside.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 4:56 pm
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BANG!
The sound of the door swinging shut drew one last yelp out from her parted snout. Standing like a statue at the threshold of the door Zoisite lowered her wings from around her shoulders and allowed the soaked feather appendages droop like a wounded bird. The ambient glow from the fire gave the creaking old tower a bizarre feeling of enchantment. Tired, blurry eyes listlessly scanned the relics and tomes that were scattered throughout the chamber with wonderment. She had never seen anything so amazing before in her entire life, she felt like a filly again experiencing everything anew.
Bath?!
Blinking rapidly at the realization that Tiri had stated she was drawing a bath for both of them in the downstairs washroom, there was no way that the blue laegil meant they were going to bathe together, was there? Swallowing the lump in the back of her throat Zoisite took a small step from the threshold then inched closer to the caldron and the warmth it created. “A-a-a-alright.” Lamely stammered the short-haired youth.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 8:47 pm
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...................Tiri ithil......................
Her hair was let down in a sopping mess, the branches holding it were now soaked and they were set at her book's edge as if they were bookmarks themselves. The flames dancing began to dry her clothing, her glasses she had left on the table and were still in mint condition.
"Is there a problem?" she quirked a brow over her dripping bangs and as the fire hissed at the water dropped beside it she rung her hair out. Bright colors shone through the glass of a lantern at the top of stairs and a second seemed to light as Tiri approached it. The doors lead to the basement where her own hot spring was located.
"Downstairs is my bathing area--If you're truly afraid to bathe with another mare then by all means wait until I am finished, if not you're free to join me, Towels are in the cabinet on the way down." She left the door cracked and steam poured from it. Steam always came from below the tower as it was a natural hot spring. It had been the baths for many a sorcerer and alchemist over the years.
Tiri was pleased to call it home.
She would rather live no where else....
Her form slipped effortlessly into the bath, hair down it was slightly wavy and milky in the steam and dim candel light of the downstairs. The rain could not even be heard at the baths, it was silent minus the running of water under her hooves like so many mearh running in time with one another.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 11:56 pm
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The courage the crept into her small frame guided her movements. Timidly the waterlogged mare padded after the older, taller female making sure to mind her sopping wet wings as she made her way behind the silver-haired alchemist.
“No p-p-problem milady, I’m---,” the hushed statement rolled off her lips before she had the chance to silence it from being voiced. “just not used to such hospitality. Thank you, for th-th-t-t-the warm gesture and allowing me into your home, even though I am just a stranger.” Zoisite bit her bottom lip as she neared the water and stood on the lip of the hot spring. Vivid green eyes peered into the steaming depths of the naturally heated pool then found themselves drifting up the soaked figure of the laegil. “Oh dear…” Hoarsely whispered the youth as she felt a nervous knot twist at the base of her stomach, silently plunging into water Zoisite crouched into the blissful heat until only the tip of her nose and eyes remained visible. In the dim light of the bathing chamber the mystical potioneer with the elegant markings across her pelt brought a flush just underneath her earthy brown coat. Why did she have to be so odd, why did she always have such bizarre feelings towards females, why couldn’t she just be a normal girl and like stallions. Bringing her palms up to her face Zoisite splashed a handful of water into her face and sighed deeply, she honestly couldn’t help it and the gods and goddesses didn’t look down upon those that had her orientation and yet she couldn’t help feeling like an abomination that needed to be put down. Throwing a sideways glance towards the messy haired mystic the winged equine felt her breath catch in her throat and her chest tighten uncomfortably.
“You’re really, pretty---” Embarrassedly mumbled Zoisite between her fingertips. “With your hair down.” She candidly declared in a pitchy voice that slightly cracked.
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: (Pffft, I told ya!)
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