[EVENT] Water so bright it burns--

[Metaphor]

The red stallion was somewhere new again.  It was always the same – he found a new place, established himself – built himself a home, and then the world disappears into nothing and he finds himself a wanderer again.  Long ago, he’d been the one to leave River Enipeus.  Far from the land where he’d come into the world, he wanted to run.  But he’d been running ever since.  At Ravos, he’d wanted to make a permanent home for himself.  He’d developed a name for himself as one of Maaemo’s faithful, established himself as a worthy healer and a guardian to his dragonfly filly… but then, the world was swallowed whole by dark magic. At the Rift, he’d found a land he could learn to love again, only to watch it burn with the wrath of the God of Air.  From its ashes rose Elysian, and perhaps most surprisingly, Metaphor had learned to love again.  Like all the was torn from him through time, his love was a beautiful but fleeting thing – and Katniss too was torn away from him.  So now, he walks alone again. His heart is heavy, but somewhere buried deep is a thread of optimism.  There is wonder still in this world, and Metaphor strove to find it even when the darkness threatened to overtake him.  Over his shoulder, Maaemo’s orb continues to follow him – taunting him almost, for its magic was long gone, and it was little more than an empty light… the same as the empty sense of hope within his chest.  And so, the stallion wanders through this strange place, drawn toward the distant sheen of light in the darkness, allowing himself to hope once more. In the clearing, Metaphor finds the golden pool, and immediately he knows there is magic at play.  At his birth, he was unquestionably ordinary… but that was before Metaphor knew of magic and the powers it could grant.  He’d seen beautiful magic, even wielded it himself.  From a deep well within him, Metaphor had found a bonding sort of earth magic, and had learned to grow life in places where fire destroyed everything. Of course though, for every vein of life magic, there was a darkness.  It was this dark hold that had prompted Fantome to burn the Vale. Even now, as he steps gingerly into the warmth of the golden pool, he knows there is a risk to it.  But time would tell, if the magic would take from him or give.  Reaching into a satchel at his hip, the healer draws forth a small crystal vial, filling it and stoppering the golden liquid within.  Time would tell if taking some would hold an advantage, but the healer was curious to know more. m e t a p h o r MEDIC of the NIGHT COURT

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***STAFF EDIT
@Metaphor has rolled a 5! He has been awarded +1 EXP point for interacting with the pool.