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Post by Teal Turken on Apr 28, 2014 0:46:59 GMT
Are you guys talking about entirely new worlds from mine? It think you are.
The pink eyed changeling turns to Alfonso once again. Last time I saw the Breezies, they were traveling north. I thought of following them but I saw this place and snuck in here.
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Post by wanderingmagus on Apr 29, 2014 16:07:43 GMT
The Wanderer smiled at the comment. "You are lucky to have seen them at all in your world. They are becoming more and more rare with each passing year. But perhaps now there will be a turning point, and at last they will be embraced by the rest of ponykind as they once were, long ago."
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Post by Teal Turken on Apr 29, 2014 16:12:44 GMT
"You mean they used to be everywhere?" the pink eyed changeling turns to the Wanderer with a curious look.
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Post by wanderingmagus on Apr 29, 2014 16:32:32 GMT
The Wanderer chuckled. "I would not say 'everywhere'. But indeed, yes, they were once far, far more numerous than they are 'now' in your world, as you understand time and space. Once they were guardians of magic, even repairing the Rainbow of Light, which is now bound within the fruits of the Tree of Harmony, and stopping an abomination brought upon what was then known as Ponyland by the Witches Three. At that time they were called many names. Breezies, Fair Folk, Flutter Ponies. But of course, it could not last forever. Like many things, the ancient magic that was theirs dwindled, waned with the passage of time. The saviors that once held power enough to cleanse the whole planet of great evil, reduced to being blown about by the wind. And the wise hermit, Mister Moochick, with all his power and knowledge could not defy the onset of old age forever. And over the next several hundred thousand years, even the memory of them has been forgotten, save by those precious few who have seen, and those who cannot forget."
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Post by Teal Turken on Apr 29, 2014 16:46:16 GMT
The changeling stared silent at the Wanderer curiously for a moment. "...How do you know that?"
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Post by wanderingmagus on Apr 29, 2014 17:57:48 GMT
Alfonso chuckled. "Not all creatures here be what they seem, mortal. Especially the Wanderer of Worlds. A day may seem a thousand years, and a thousand years a day to those whose lifespans are measured in the life and death of universes."
The Wanderer sighed, giving the fay lad a look before smiling reassuringly at the changeling. "Yet my long journeys have merely reinforced my faith in the potential for all creatures to do good, and to care for one another. It has opened my eyes to how precious each and every life is, and the value of even a single moment. For some, life and death becomes merely statistics in the grand scope of things, or a story from someplace long ago and far away. But I choose to be witness to each, that I may fully understand what it is like. Every creature has a reason for why it is the way it is, good or bad."
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Post by Teal Turken on Apr 29, 2014 18:16:44 GMT
The changeling looked astounded, gazing upon the Wanderer in awe.
"Wow...are you a god? Nothing else I can think of would be able to live as long as it sounds you have."
His curiosity is spiked and he can't help but lean in close towards the Wanderer and sniff his hand to catch his scent.
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Post by wanderingmagus on Apr 29, 2014 22:44:54 GMT
The Wanderer smiled. "I am not God, though some of lesser power than what I wield have claimed that title, and many have believed their claims. I am merely a Wandering Magus, a Silent Watcher."
Alfonso laughed out loud. "Only a Magus! 'Tis quite a Magus we have here, what with thine OTHER titles, milady! Knight of the Crossroads, Lady of Weird-ways, Steward of Worlds? Even Odhinn and Zeus have only ever claimed authority over one realm, yet thou dost wander through them all!"
"And wander only," replied the Wanderer, shaking His/Her/Its/Their finger at the faerie. "I do not claim authority over anything, or anyone. It is true that I am a knight of The Crossroads between the worlds, and a Lady of Weird-ways. What of it? All these titles are but words. I am no king or perfect being. I am merely a steward. Are we not all stewards of our little part of Creation? I simply wander farther afield and longer than most."
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Post by Teal Turken on Apr 29, 2014 22:50:12 GMT
The changeling gives the Wanderer a surprised look. "The power to go anywhere at any time and to live a long time? I don't know how you manage to not abuse that. I cant think of plenty of times where I would've used that for personal gain."
He gives him a smile and rests his head on the counter, his ear flat to it as he stares at the Wanderer.
"You wander all these places because you like to watch and learn about them? But what about home? Where you come from? What's it like?"
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Post by wanderingmagus on Apr 30, 2014 5:49:23 GMT
The Wanderer smiled softly as a dreamy look came to His/Her/Its/Their eyes. "I had a home, and I shall have a home. A place of glory beyond comprehension. Vaster than infinity. Brighter than all the stars of all Creation. A place where there is no sickness, no death, no aging or misunderstandings, where the only tears are tears of joy. It was once described as a far green country under a swift sunrise, a lush garden with fruits of every kind. But all descriptions fall short. That was once my home, though now I choose to wander, so that I might appreciate the value of life, all life, even life outside that place. Though often full of toil and struggles, hardships and grief, there is also joy, and love, and kindness, honesty and generosity, loyalty and laughter and friendship. It is not difficult to be that in that place I once called home. True strength is having these traits even when surrounded by trials and torments, to face life's difficulties with a smile."
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Post by Teal Turken on Apr 30, 2014 13:47:51 GMT
Lifting his head off the counter, the changeling ponders the Wanderer's words while rubbing his leg.
"It sounds like you found it...boring at home. Like without the bad, life is just...predictable and simple? I guess maybe I wouldn't know what my life would be like without the things I have to deal with."
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Post by wanderingmagus on Apr 30, 2014 18:47:51 GMT
Alfonso grinned. "None may know for certain what another's life is like until they walk a mile in their shoes! Nor indeed another's true reasons for acting the way they do now. Every life is a story, with its own ups and downs, and all the world's a stage upon which to play it out."
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Post by Teal Turken on Apr 30, 2014 19:17:11 GMT
The changeling turns towards Alfonso smiling.
"Would you say that some things are meant to happen, or that they just happen the way they do?"
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Post by wanderingmagus on Apr 30, 2014 20:33:07 GMT
The fay boy laughed. "Both! Is there inevitability? To one who has seen the infinite realms of possibility, it may indeed seem so, or even be so! But is there chance? To one living out the life, most certainly! Does a drop of rain in a river reach the ocean, or does it get absorbed by a flower along the way? Who can say? But the river flows to the ocean, however convoluted the path. Are bad things fated to happen? To One, perhaps. But to the rest, perhaps not. There are consequences, and there is fate, but who can say which is which? Or perhaps there is no difference - all things are fated, and all things are random! In the grand scope of things, what matters is what we do with the time that is given to us, rather than to worry ourselves sick about the future."
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Post by Teal Turken on Apr 30, 2014 20:48:33 GMT
"That's a very positive way of thinking about life. I like you both, you're optimistic and polite. I don't see either all that much. Especially the latter."
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