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 Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2012 5:44 pm
 Azkadellia gave her wings a gentle shake. Loose feathers floated to the ground and the mare gently picked each off the ground. She placed each feather on top of the other in a small pile. Craning her neck around the mare gave the remaining feathers on her wings a quick glance over before catching a few in her teeth and giving them a gentle tug. They remained firmly in place. Pleased with the results the Angeni mare tucked her wings tightly against her back before eying the small pile of feathers before her. Somehow she wanted to create a gift for Shalar out of the feathers that she had managed to shed. There was a small cloth that she had found the other day and it would hold the feathers until she could find something or someone who could craft such an item.
Azkadellia gave the forest around her a sly glance. She had tried to curb the impulse to play her games since she began spending more time with Shalar but sometimes she just needed an outlet for the storm of emotions that was swirling around her mind. To purposely lead another astray was a way that she distilled some of the strong feelings that she felt towards Shalar. However now was not the time to indulge in her old ways. She needed to set her next idea into motion. Without much flare Azkadellia fetched the cloth and began transferring the feathers she had shed onto the fabric. When that chore was done the mare folded the cloth over her treasure and picked it up by her teeth.
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2012 5:55 pm
Azkadellia was pleased with herself. She had found a small village and managed to communicate her desire to a local craftsman. She had left her pile of feathers with the villager and had been told that the crafting process would take a few days. With nothing to keep her at the village Azkadellia had taken to a small grove to wait out the wait. Her mind ran through possible reactions Shalar might give to the reveal of her gift but it would not do any good to dwell on what might come.
Reaching the small creek nearby Azkadellia gave into the need to drink before eying the path that would take her back into the village. She was unsure of returning too soon but she wanted to be back in her own forest ... she gave a small sigh as she took in the unfamiliar trees. She had told Shalar that she would be gone for at least a week. She couldn't fathom being away from him any longer than that. It surprised her just how much she longed to be with Shalar.
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2012 7:57 pm
Azkadellia was, to say in the least, mildly nervous. The period of down time had done nothing to calm her anxiety with fretting over the gift she was having commissioned. Her wings twitched gently as she itched to open them and soar above such trivial, earthly worries that she found herself thinking about. Least of all was if she truly had found love? The sensation she experienced every time she found herself in Shalar's company confounded her. She could not explain the warmth that suffused her very being when she heard Shalar's voice calling out her name.
Shaking her head Azkadellia began the trek back to the village. The time had come to see if the craftsman had been able to construct something similar to the vision she had had in her mind regarding a gift for Shalar. Her molted feathers she hoped would have been turned into a gift worthy of the stallion. Her hooves scuffed the earth as she ruminated about the upcoming season and reunion with the one who had brought her out of the darkness.
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