Post by silverfall on Jan 21, 2005 13:23:08 GMT -5
[[While the gods rampage in the square...]]
Atarluna was standing on the top of the rise overlooking Ponyville. So this was the place Aellesar had told her about. It looked strange to her, somehow young, or new compared to Dream Valley. There was something else, too, something far older that seemed to be overshadowing it and making it dark.
But the fact that she was standing there observing it had her even more perplexed. Aellesar had kidnapped her from her home and taken her far on the road before telling her who he was, and then making it clear that her mother was here and that Atarluna must now come to her aid. Distraught for her father, whom she had left behind without warning, Atarluna was taken up by a new fear and strange curiosity. Her mother was alive? How could this be? Her father had told her she had died when she was born.
"She is here?" she asked the dark stallion, Aellesar, standing beside her. On his shoulder, there was a strange bird. Aellesar seemed to be some kind of shaman or at least seemed very wise. He had taught her a few things on the road, such as how to see and smell the earth for signs of magic. She hadn't even known she had the skill. Aellesar said he was gifted, like her mother. She wasn't sure how they knew each other, for Aellesar wouldn't say. He changed the subject to some kind of training exercise whenever she asked.
"Yes," he said to her. "She is there." His eyes were full of worry, though, and he said nothing else. At least not to her.
What can you see, friend?
Atarluna was standing on the top of the rise overlooking Ponyville. So this was the place Aellesar had told her about. It looked strange to her, somehow young, or new compared to Dream Valley. There was something else, too, something far older that seemed to be overshadowing it and making it dark.
But the fact that she was standing there observing it had her even more perplexed. Aellesar had kidnapped her from her home and taken her far on the road before telling her who he was, and then making it clear that her mother was here and that Atarluna must now come to her aid. Distraught for her father, whom she had left behind without warning, Atarluna was taken up by a new fear and strange curiosity. Her mother was alive? How could this be? Her father had told her she had died when she was born.
"She is here?" she asked the dark stallion, Aellesar, standing beside her. On his shoulder, there was a strange bird. Aellesar seemed to be some kind of shaman or at least seemed very wise. He had taught her a few things on the road, such as how to see and smell the earth for signs of magic. She hadn't even known she had the skill. Aellesar said he was gifted, like her mother. She wasn't sure how they knew each other, for Aellesar wouldn't say. He changed the subject to some kind of training exercise whenever she asked.
"Yes," he said to her. "She is there." His eyes were full of worry, though, and he said nothing else. At least not to her.
What can you see, friend?
