|
Post by Rose Rebellion on Feb 18, 2004 17:09:56 GMT -5
A beige hoof lowered onto the peek of the hill overlooking the town. Green eyes looked on wistfully, looking down upon the town with hope. Barely visible from afar on the snow cover hill, Brigid's beige body blended in with the white layer on the ground and over cast sky.
Her heart's beat was rapid, and her mind was whirling with several thoughts, emotions. She had felt it. Brigid had felt the traces, the presence of a mage. Not any mage, her mage. The idea had blown her away, never did she think mages would be around with the length of her slumber. There is still hope. Still hope that my stength will come back to me. If one mage is still around practicing the old ways, than why not more? And with mages in this age, others can be converted with their help.
Her green eyes blinked, as if she had tried focusing her sight to pinpoint the mage. Pinpoint where that feeling was. Brigid exhalled, "I am too weak to see so far. I must find him on foot."
So the beige mare began to march on slowly, heading towards the town with a grace it would seem only a god could posesse.
(ooc: the 'him' thing was a generic use of the term. BRigid doesn't know if the mage is male or female.)
(con....erm, elsewhere? probably in ponyvill somewhere.)
|
|