As the sun is rising in the sky, the beach seems to be stirring.
Strange blue crabs scuttle from the sand to the ocean, other crustaceans burrowing into hiding. It’s as if they’re fleeing from the light, as if the sun on this island will burn anything caught within its rays.
But the waves are ever-moving, reaching farther and farther along the beach. They push and they pull, gently at first, and then with increasingly force. Just as one wave recedes another is ready to replace it with increasingly ferocity, sending foam and salt spray into the air.
And then, suddenly, the ocean draws away, leaving the beach sparkling and damp. All that's left is a glimmering stone where the water once raged, as big as your hoof, spherical and white.
Is it a strange pearl... or an egg?
To participate: Only two (2) people may reply to this thread! The first character to reply will earn a free Enchanted Accessory! Its appearance is predetermined and will be revealed in the next RE reply (you get to determine the enchantment!). The second character to reply will earn 200 signos.
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like the holding of hands like the breaking of glass
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he had managed to convince her parents she could be let out to explore, and although she had plenty to do readying things for the greenhouse, she decided that she would go and find the end of the world her brother talked about. the bridge was daunting at first; she had wanted to turn back and hide - but there were things here that needed to be seen, knowledge to be gathered and passed on for the next generations.
so she watched the small crustaceans scuttle across the sand and among the ocean’s rocking waves, hiding behind seaweed and piles of rock and sand. she leapt among the piles, scattering the small creatures with a care free laugh. but as the tides recede a sudden flash of light caught her eye. nestled within the seaweed sat a large pearl, reflecting a rainbow of colors on it’s surface.
or was it an egg?
it was big enough to be an egg, but just to be sure; she gave it a good nudge with her muzzle. "are you an egg?"
He isn’t quite sure what to make of the strange new place.
His hooves hesitate over fallen, rotting petals and click against strewn pearls, tap tap, tap tap, anxious and distrustful of whatever strange magic seems to be gripping this new island -- it seems to him to be overly beautiful, too much too soon, and he can feel his skin crawling whenever he turns his gaze upon the constellation-flowers and the clear water that beckons him forward.
Despite his reservations, he steps down off the bridge, onto the white sand, and his ears lay back against his head with a soft rattle of the attached chain. Around him, cerulean crustaceans scuttle from one burrow to the next as though they might be held to a schedule, pushed and pulled by the strange tides, and as he follows them he only grows more uneasy.
A glint catches his eyes, the crashing of a wave upon the shore, and he turns his head to find himself staring down a strange stone in the water.
Cautiously, he approaches.
“I’m not sure it’s an egg,” He says softly to the filly nosing at it -- but how would he know?
As @anemone nudges the pearlescent stone with her muzzle, something changes. A tremble wracks across its surface, a tap, tap, tapping sound coming from deep within. The whole thing shakes, rocking back and forth as the drumming gets loud.
Tap, tap.
Tap tap tap tap tap.
CRACK.
The stone splits, pearlescent shards collapsing like a fragile eggshell, strewn across the beach from the force of the break.
And sitting in the center of the shards is a cloud of wispy, ephemeral smoke. It curls and undulates, rising slowly into the air like a sentient being. Then it turns to the two horses, and something like eyes take shape
It blinks at them, hovering in the air for a moment longer. But then it dissipates, fleeing towards the forest that grows alongside the beach.
In its place is a small, dark pearl, pulsing with a strange light.
To participate: The mysterious stone has cracked, releasing a ghost, spirit, or some other ethereal creature loose. In its place it leaves a black, subtly growing pearl. Should @anemone take it, she will be awarded an Enchanted Item. She can carry this pearl with her as a possession or turn it into jewelry, but it must remain a pearl. You can choose its enchantment!
@valefor will be awarded +200 signos. If you choose, perhaps he could scavenge some of the pearly shards and sell them ICly to make a buck… The details of if/how he acquires the signos ICly is up to you!
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like the holding of hands like the breaking of glass
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ately, Anemone had begun to think that some god was playing a trick on her. Oriens, maybe, to test her devotion. Solis, maybe, mistaking her for one of his children. But she had persevered. She had fallen into their traps again and again. Thinking next time, next time, I'll meet the gods. Next time, I'll see the dolphins. Next time, I'll be there to protect them. But each time, she is late just an hour, late from exploring the forests just before her parents investigated the murders. Always late.
This time though, the Gods must have smiled on her.
She vaguely heard Valefor approach. Vaguely heard him whisper: I'm not sure it's an egg, before she touched her rosy lips to it's soft shell. It felt like velvet, briefly, before she felt the tap, tap of something beneath it's surface. She retreated her touch, exclaiming with a gasp "I knew it was an egg!" The pearl quivered at her touch, trembling like a newborn shifting for freedom. She marveled at it, expecting a glorious creature to stick a foot through.
Finally, she might get a bonded. A friend, someone to finally go on adventures with. Like Reggie and Felix, or her father and Alba, or her mother and Tabbris. She, without someone to share her private moments with, felt alone.
But to her disappointment, what was sitting in the aftermath was not a companion, but a ghost. A small wisp of air that hovered above the remains, peering at both Anemone and Valefor with hollow eyes before fleeing into the foliage of the forest. What it left in its wake was a black pearl.
Blinking, she stutters after the spectre's retreat: "T-thank you!" before grasping the pearl firmly with her telekinesis. As she closes it in her grasp, the color of it shifts: from black to a cool white. She looks up to the other stallion, breaking the silence with a casual; "well that was weird."
He stares at the strange stone as his tail tucks between his legs, the leonine tip curling around his ankle. His entire posture is wary, ready to run, ears tucked back and shadowed eyes firmly planted on the stone -- he does not trust this island, nor the perfection it represents, and he certainly doesn’t trust whatever it might offer up from the depths of the sea.
CRACK.
He startles, suddenly, nearly falling over his own entwined tail and has to catch himself to keep from falling on his face. Before them, the wispy, strangely sentient smoke rises into the air, and he can feel something like eyes staring into his very soul -- did it see the sins marked there? The wrongs he has committed? -- before it turned and fled into the forest.
“D-definitely weird.” He agrees, peering after the strange creature before he turns his attention to the strange shards scattered across the beach, beginning to pick them up and place them in his bag for later use.
Perhaps Vikander would be able to do something with them?
