strangeness and
As soon as Corrdelia heard the news, she could not believe it. The land had been swallowed by the sea a season ago and never been seen again, until now. The rumors claimed it came right back, but in a different form. This piqued her interest immediately, although of course Hāsta was not too thrilled by the idea. As always, she reluctantly joined her companion on their adventure to explore the new land.
They took flight at dawn, the winter chill setting in. All the trees had shed their leaves by now and the air tastes like frost. The first snow of the season has not yet fallen, but it would likely be any day now. Corr is one to appreciate all the seasons for different reasons and looks forward to making horse angels as soon as the snow arrives. For now, she reckons this new and improved island will be worth her time. Perhaps she can even find new ingredients for her teas; the possibilities could be endless with such deep rooted magic present.
The mare and her crow fly high above the ocean, keeping a careful eye for any of the sea monsters that had been present last. To their surprise, there are none and even the bridge does not seem as menacing as the one made of lava before. Such strange magic indeed.
When they land on the shore, their hooves expected sand, but it's actually snow. Freshly fallen snow from the smell of it and Corr takes a big mouthful in front of her. Hāsta, who has also landed on the ground, stares at her looking very unimpressed. She is used to the witch's wild antics by now, but it doesn't mean she approves of them.
"What? It tastes good! You should try it," she suggests to the bird, a childlike grin on her face. Hāsta's deadpan expression does not change and she merely shakes her head. "No thanks."
An idea sparks in the dappled mare's mind and she looks around mischievously. She trots to a larger pile of snow and uses her telekinesis and help from her nose to form a small snowball. With Hāsta not paying attention, Corr lifts it up and aims at the bird, successfully hitting her on the side. The snowball falls apart and the impact throws her companion off balance. She squawks loudly and jumps to face Corr, her feathers all ruffled from irritation. Meanwhile, the mare is laughing so hard, she can barely breathe.
"You.. you should've seen your face!" she manages to say in between laughs, pointing the tip of her wing to the crow. Hāsta makes a disapproving sound and flies off into the trees. There isn't much cover, although the pine trees are much taller and there is snow covering all the tree branches.
"Oh, come back! I'm just playing around!" she calls out, but loses sight of the bird. She makes a hrrmph sound and starts to head in the general direction of where she flew off to. At the least, she won't be bothered heading deeper into the island. The scenery is remarkable- entirely blanketed in white fluffy snow and scattered with forests of pine and birch trees. It's very different from the island she remembers, but full of that same wonder she felt when she was here before. It makes her feel like a young foal heading out into the world for the first time. It's truly amazing.
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"Speaking."
charm
The island had returned.As soon as Corrdelia heard the news, she could not believe it. The land had been swallowed by the sea a season ago and never been seen again, until now. The rumors claimed it came right back, but in a different form. This piqued her interest immediately, although of course Hāsta was not too thrilled by the idea. As always, she reluctantly joined her companion on their adventure to explore the new land.
They took flight at dawn, the winter chill setting in. All the trees had shed their leaves by now and the air tastes like frost. The first snow of the season has not yet fallen, but it would likely be any day now. Corr is one to appreciate all the seasons for different reasons and looks forward to making horse angels as soon as the snow arrives. For now, she reckons this new and improved island will be worth her time. Perhaps she can even find new ingredients for her teas; the possibilities could be endless with such deep rooted magic present.
The mare and her crow fly high above the ocean, keeping a careful eye for any of the sea monsters that had been present last. To their surprise, there are none and even the bridge does not seem as menacing as the one made of lava before. Such strange magic indeed.
When they land on the shore, their hooves expected sand, but it's actually snow. Freshly fallen snow from the smell of it and Corr takes a big mouthful in front of her. Hāsta, who has also landed on the ground, stares at her looking very unimpressed. She is used to the witch's wild antics by now, but it doesn't mean she approves of them.
"What? It tastes good! You should try it," she suggests to the bird, a childlike grin on her face. Hāsta's deadpan expression does not change and she merely shakes her head. "No thanks."
An idea sparks in the dappled mare's mind and she looks around mischievously. She trots to a larger pile of snow and uses her telekinesis and help from her nose to form a small snowball. With Hāsta not paying attention, Corr lifts it up and aims at the bird, successfully hitting her on the side. The snowball falls apart and the impact throws her companion off balance. She squawks loudly and jumps to face Corr, her feathers all ruffled from irritation. Meanwhile, the mare is laughing so hard, she can barely breathe.
"You.. you should've seen your face!" she manages to say in between laughs, pointing the tip of her wing to the crow. Hāsta makes a disapproving sound and flies off into the trees. There isn't much cover, although the pine trees are much taller and there is snow covering all the tree branches.
"Oh, come back! I'm just playing around!" she calls out, but loses sight of the bird. She makes a hrrmph sound and starts to head in the general direction of where she flew off to. At the least, she won't be bothered heading deeper into the island. The scenery is remarkable- entirely blanketed in white fluffy snow and scattered with forests of pine and birch trees. It's very different from the island she remembers, but full of that same wonder she felt when she was here before. It makes her feel like a young foal heading out into the world for the first time. It's truly amazing.
Open to any <3
