Post by Eira on Nov 9, 2007 9:09:05 GMT -5
[What is your name, love?]
You may call me Eira.
[If you don't mind...how old are you, M'love?]
Heh, I don't mind you asking. I have walked along this earth for three years.
[Not that this isn't oblivious, but which of the genders have you been graced as?]
I have the love, blissfulness, and motherly instinct of a fae.
[Your coat is absolutely lovely! Can you explain the coloring for me, darling?]
Yes sir, I am hued as the smoke rising above an empty battle ground.
Of course. I am slightly over 16 hands ranging around my withers.
[You have abnormal markings, my dear. Will you explain?]
I have one ivory sock on my front right hoof. Then of course a few small streaks of ivory among my wings.
[You are very sweet, love. Will you elaborate on your normal behavior?]
Of course. Normally I am sweet and fun loving. Though once angered, I suggest you all go hide in a cave. The weather seems to change my mood as well. During sunny days I always prance around like a young yearling and try to be helpful. On cloudy days my wings seem to droop a bit and I'm less social, more liking to speak to myself. When the rain pours down I am normally silent, not making a sound and being a statue for the day. Snow makes me a complete spazz, and of course hail makes me slightly angry.
[What a lovely coat Darling! Please explain your spectacular hue.]
Yes sir! First off I would like to describe my mother and father's coloring. My dam was a glittering icicle with no other color to block the beauty. She had lively azure pools that could soothe the wildest soul, and a voice that could repair a broken heart. My sire was a vivid onyx like coal. My mother was his shining diamond and I am the smokey outcome of the two. My pelt seems to be like the smoke rising off a deserted battlefield. My wings are a matching tint with small markings that resemble flower petals.
[Now, you seem to have had a great life so far. Sorry for intruding love, but am I correct?]
You may seem correct in saying that my life in the clouds was perfect. A dream to the mere mortals I now walk among. For when I was a young foal my mother and father never left my side. My dam was the only fae in my father's herd, and we all liked it that way. I had one other sister who was my twin. Though twins have always been a curse among the winged ones. When I was born my mother rejoiced in having a lovely filly, and then my sister came. She had a small bump on her pole which was a bad and unusual sign. As we grew my feathery stumps blossomed into lovely angelic wings. Though the bump on my sister's pole became a long horn. My sire and dam were scared out of their minds, and took my sister and me to the elders. Two large and ancient winged equines who were old enough to know almost everything in the world. They both agreed that my sister and I were cursed and had to be dropped from the clouds. Our parents were devastated for we were their only foals, and only ones they were allowed to bare. For the winged ones may only have up to two foals per mare. Our parents had a plan, to drop us from the lowest point. This point would still let us live, but take away our powers and features when we pleased. So that is how it began. I was first, and fell lightly into a dark forest. My wings began to disappear until they were gone. My sister came next but fell onto a tree. Her horn was now curved from hitting the trunk. In a rage she refused to stay silent in the predator filled darkness. A large grizzly bear found us, and I flew urging my sister to follow. She in the end was killed by that bear, though I could be wrong. I have heard that some equines have seen a yearling with a curved horn. Though they all say she has scars, holes, and her eyes look empty and lost.
[Well my dear, I am terribly sorry for bringing up bad memories...Is there anything else you would like to say?
I would love to say that if my sister is found...Please tell me and help me find her.
You may call me Eira.
[If you don't mind...how old are you, M'love?]
Heh, I don't mind you asking. I have walked along this earth for three years.
[Not that this isn't oblivious, but which of the genders have you been graced as?]
I have the love, blissfulness, and motherly instinct of a fae.
[Your coat is absolutely lovely! Can you explain the coloring for me, darling?]
Yes sir, I am hued as the smoke rising above an empty battle ground.
Of course. I am slightly over 16 hands ranging around my withers.
[You have abnormal markings, my dear. Will you explain?]
I have one ivory sock on my front right hoof. Then of course a few small streaks of ivory among my wings.
[You are very sweet, love. Will you elaborate on your normal behavior?]
Of course. Normally I am sweet and fun loving. Though once angered, I suggest you all go hide in a cave. The weather seems to change my mood as well. During sunny days I always prance around like a young yearling and try to be helpful. On cloudy days my wings seem to droop a bit and I'm less social, more liking to speak to myself. When the rain pours down I am normally silent, not making a sound and being a statue for the day. Snow makes me a complete spazz, and of course hail makes me slightly angry.
[What a lovely coat Darling! Please explain your spectacular hue.]
Yes sir! First off I would like to describe my mother and father's coloring. My dam was a glittering icicle with no other color to block the beauty. She had lively azure pools that could soothe the wildest soul, and a voice that could repair a broken heart. My sire was a vivid onyx like coal. My mother was his shining diamond and I am the smokey outcome of the two. My pelt seems to be like the smoke rising off a deserted battlefield. My wings are a matching tint with small markings that resemble flower petals.
[Now, you seem to have had a great life so far. Sorry for intruding love, but am I correct?]
You may seem correct in saying that my life in the clouds was perfect. A dream to the mere mortals I now walk among. For when I was a young foal my mother and father never left my side. My dam was the only fae in my father's herd, and we all liked it that way. I had one other sister who was my twin. Though twins have always been a curse among the winged ones. When I was born my mother rejoiced in having a lovely filly, and then my sister came. She had a small bump on her pole which was a bad and unusual sign. As we grew my feathery stumps blossomed into lovely angelic wings. Though the bump on my sister's pole became a long horn. My sire and dam were scared out of their minds, and took my sister and me to the elders. Two large and ancient winged equines who were old enough to know almost everything in the world. They both agreed that my sister and I were cursed and had to be dropped from the clouds. Our parents were devastated for we were their only foals, and only ones they were allowed to bare. For the winged ones may only have up to two foals per mare. Our parents had a plan, to drop us from the lowest point. This point would still let us live, but take away our powers and features when we pleased. So that is how it began. I was first, and fell lightly into a dark forest. My wings began to disappear until they were gone. My sister came next but fell onto a tree. Her horn was now curved from hitting the trunk. In a rage she refused to stay silent in the predator filled darkness. A large grizzly bear found us, and I flew urging my sister to follow. She in the end was killed by that bear, though I could be wrong. I have heard that some equines have seen a yearling with a curved horn. Though they all say she has scars, holes, and her eyes look empty and lost.
[Well my dear, I am terribly sorry for bringing up bad memories...Is there anything else you would like to say?
I would love to say that if my sister is found...Please tell me and help me find her.