Post by faeriiefox on Apr 16, 2024 11:36:27 GMT -7
The air was crisp with the promise of spring, carrying the sweet scent of budding flowers and fresh growth. Chidea walked gracefully over the lush grass, her hooves sinking slightly into the soft earth beneath her. Around her pasterns, the little bones adorned with intricate designs made soft, melodic sounds as they brushed against each other with each step, a gentle rhythm that echoed the beating of her heart.
As she wandered through the meadow dotted with vibrant crocuses, Chidea couldn't help but feel a sense of tranquility wash over her. The beauty of the spring landscape was a welcome respite from the chaos and turmoil that had consumed her world in recent months. The war between Utopia and the Underworld had taken its toll on her, both physically and emotionally, and she relished these moments of peace amidst the uncertainty that loomed on the horizon.
Her thoughts drifted back to her recent encounters, each one leaving its mark on her in its own way. Meeting her mother, Rasa, had been a sweet reunion that had long been needed, especially after finding her half brother again, regaining some of her memories. Rasa's presence had brought her comfort and reassurance, reminding her of the strength and resilience that ran through their veins. related by blood or not.
And then there was her brother, a revelation that had shaken Chidea to her core. The discovery of his existence had been both exhilarating and overwhelming, opening up a new chapter in her life that she had never imagined possible. Despite the uncertainty that surrounded their newfound relationship, Chidea couldn't help but feel a sense of kinship and connection with him, a bond that transcended the boundaries of blood.
But it was her encounter with the Lord of the Underworld that lingered in her mind like a haunting melody, the memory of his tantalizing offer stirring something deep within her soul. His words had teased and tempted her, promising to reveal the whereabouts of her family in exchange for a favor that she wasn't sure she was willing to pay. The thought of finally finding answers to the questions that had plagued her for so long was both exhilarating and terrifying, leaving her torn between longing and apprehension.
As she continued to walk, lost in thought, Chidea couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched, a prickling sensation that danced along her spine. She cast a cautious glance around the meadow, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. Still, the feeling persisted, a nagging sense of unease that refused to be ignored.
With a sigh, Chidea shook her head, dismissing the irrational fear that threatened to take hold of her. She had faced far greater dangers in her life than mere shadows lurking in the corners of her mind, and she refused to let fear dictate her actions.
Drawing strength from the warmth of the spring sun and the gentle embrace of the breeze, Chidea pressed on, her steps steady and sure. Whatever challenges lay ahead, she knew she would face them with courage and determination, guided by the unwavering light of hope that burned bright within her heart. For in the midst of darkness, she knew that even the smallest spark had the power to ignite a flame that could illuminate the path to a brighter tomorrow.
Walking ahead, she made her way into the lands of Desolate Earth, seeking to talk with it's lead, possibly joining. She wanted to speak with everyone aligned with Utopia to see who she'd join, to have an idea where she'd fit in, just so she could help with this war in some way. For every step the winds seemed to pick up, twisting and turning her red hair around her pale frame.
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Notes; After the meeting with Rasa