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Post by Teal Turken on May 28, 2014 20:08:53 GMT
I'd love to! Where do we race to? he asks, trying to spot something that might be the mark of the end.
It only occurred to him for a moment that this meadow appeared from no where, but he ignored it right after.
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Post by Midnight_Aurora on May 28, 2014 20:28:38 GMT
The doors to the Wandering Whale open to reveal a pair one big as a princess and one as small as a fay. the small one says in her squeaky voice, "Is now really a good time to stop for a drink and a meal? The others may not be able to handle her." The small one looks to be a tiny sized changeling with a black and pink carapace. she has no holes in her what so ever but the design of her wings and horn give it away she is a changeling. The larger one, a pony with a carapace for what looks to be battle barding Both of which are rose pink in color and a bow on her back with pink runes glowing all throughout it, says, "Trust me Rendia. they can handle that one. She is not that strong as long as they don't push her to far. now please relax a little. and you know you can return to your original size now. That storm has passed." As if to counter the larger one knives bounce off the shield that is pink and sparkling. Rendia shakes her head and says, "Lady Chrysteel, you know not to ever predict those storms. That discord really has the world in his talons right now." The two make their way in as the doors close keeping the knives out. Chrysteel the larger one goes over to the bar and says, "One Equestrian Ale please and two Pink Rose and Banana Sandwiches please." She sits at the bar. Her smaller friend, grinning at the prospect of finally having a non-rock meal, flies down to the bar counter top and lands there.
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Post by wanderingmagus on May 28, 2014 20:37:43 GMT
Alfonso grinned. "Let's race to the blue flower on the far end, and then back to this yellow flower. One, two, three, go!"
The flowers and grasses begin to sway predictably in a magical breeze, an obstacle course both for fliers and runners! The faerie began to leap from mushroom to mushroom, just barely avoiding leaves that gently moved into his path as he bounded through the tunnel of green.
The Wanderer turned and smiled in recognition as the two entered. "Merry meet, and well-come, Lady Rendia, Princess Chrysteel."
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Post by Teal Turken on May 28, 2014 20:42:31 GMT
Alsonfo's opponent wasn't fully ready, but he darted off in the air after him. He slowly catches up to the fay, only slowed down by the small evasions needed to not collide with the foliage decorating their path.
I bet you'll be tired long before this is over!
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Post by Midnight_Aurora on May 28, 2014 20:43:30 GMT
Chrysteel smiles at the wanderer and says, "It is good to see you again. How have your travels been?"
Rendia catching the sight of the two small ones like her racing and decides to watch their race cheering them both on. |
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Post by wanderingmagus on May 28, 2014 20:56:58 GMT
Alfonso grinned, leaping and twisting his body to make it through a narrow opening in a web of grass-blades as a dandelion began to release little parachute-like seeds all across the "sky" where the changeling was flying.
"Count not thine chicks afore they hatch!"
The Wanderer smiled sadly. "As they always have been, old friend. Infinite joy, and infinite sorrow. Worlds full of peace and harmony, worlds full of chaos and war. I have been to worlds that knew not hope, and brought hope. I have been to worlds that knew not humility, and entered like an oncoming storm. Such is the path I am fated to walk, the path of the Wanderer, the path which is all paths and none save my own. I/We/He/She/It/They/You/Wanderer am/is/are not afraid of this path, for I/We/He/She/It/They/You/Wanderer know/knows whither it goes - Home."
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Post by Teal Turken on May 28, 2014 21:04:10 GMT
Alfonso's competitor tucks his wings in to dive through the same opening as he did, opening them back up on the other side and buzzing his wings fast to regain the lost air. Only immediately after he hits one of the seeds and slows down. He quickly wipes the plant matter off his face and gasps as he sees more in his way and seeing the faerie so far ahead of him now.
Flying below the seeds, he weaves through the mushrooms and raises his altitude once past the airborne objects. He picks up his speed, hoping to pass the yellow flower just as his opponent does.
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Post by Midnight_Aurora on May 28, 2014 21:37:09 GMT
Rendia continues to cheer on the two getting impressively louder with each passing moment. it is surprising this little changeling an have so much air in her lungs.
Chrysteel for her part though says, "So, its been the usual with you? I am glad to see you well then. Discord has been giving the resistance no end of trouble. At least now I can say it begins and hope shines brightly for the little world. I know once that is done I will try to make my way home as well. The chosen have gathered and the fate of the little world not rests on their shoulders. I will merely guide and protect as is meant of me within the prophecy that speaks of them. If feels odd but this bow is old and yet the name of it only a few can comprehend." She pats Cupid's Bow, which sits upon her back.
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Post by wanderingmagus on May 30, 2014 2:05:52 GMT
Alfonso laughed giddily as he flipped and bounced through the air, grabbing onto a hanging tendril and using it to swing his way up onto an overarching blade of grass before diving down between flower petals onto the blue flower and backflipping onto the non-sticky strand of a spider's web, treading as lightly as an acrobat as he waved back at the changeling.
"Easy does it!"
Wanderer smiled at the miniature pair's antics, then nodded at Chrysteel. "It is older than you may realize, for even Venus received it Herself, and made it not by Her own hooves. Only the One knows whither it truly came."
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Post by Midnight_Aurora on May 30, 2014 2:32:57 GMT
Chrysteel nods and says, "I think I knew that. I feel as if I should know more about this bow, then I currently realize I should." Chrysteel seams to just be having a normal conversation with The Wanderer.
Rendia, on the other hoof, is following the two through their course. She says, "Nice one you two. That seams like fun. It has been a long time sense I have seen this type of scenery."
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Post by Teal Turken on May 30, 2014 17:06:26 GMT
Alfonso laughed giddily as he flipped and bounced through the air, grabbing onto a hanging tendril and using it to swing his way up onto an overarching blade of grass before diving down between flower petals onto the blue flower and backflipping onto the non-sticky strand of a spider's web, treading as lightly as an acrobat as he waved back at the changeling. " Easy does it!" his jaw drops. He looks stunned at Alfonso's acrobatic abilities. He flaps his wings faster, hoping to surpass him in the race. Rendia, on the other hoof, is following the two through their course. She says, " Nice one you two. That seams like fun. It has been a long time sense I have seen this type of scenery." The nameless changeling competitor heard a voice he hadn't heard yet and turned his head to look to the one who spoke with it, only just as he gets sight of Rendia he slams into the yellow flower. Pollen is tossed everywhere and the flower bends backwards, then fixates itself with the changeling looking completely dazed in the center with pollen all over him. |
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Post by wanderingmagus on May 30, 2014 17:49:24 GMT
The Wanderer smiled slightly at Chrysteel. "It is not my place to tell you all, and in any case this truth is not something which can be explained, only experienced. But perhaps you can guess already the truth of matters."
Alfonso bounced off the spider's web onto one of the yellow flower's petals as he grinned widely, holding out a helping hand. "It seems thou hast won the race, friend!"
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Post by Teal Turken on May 30, 2014 18:07:07 GMT
He blows some pollen off his snout and takes the faerie's hand.
He gets up panting and smiles to him.I did?
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Post by Midnight_Aurora on May 30, 2014 18:59:18 GMT
Rendia Chears loudly almost as if she was a normal sized creature compared to the fey and the small changeling. "Yay! you won. That was great. My name is Rendia. what is y'alls?" Rendia says coming over to them.
Chrysteel looks to the wanderer and says, "Yea, I think I do know. I think I have always known but wasn't ready to accept it till just before I came here. Does the name 'Venus' ring a bell to you, wanderer?" |
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Post by Teal Turken on May 30, 2014 20:04:12 GMT
The pink eyed changeling looks to Rendia and pauses.
He stares at her, perplexed. His head tilts to one side and then he blinks.
um...did you...create..that too? he points to Rendia, asking Alfonso.
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