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Posted by ap. LYCORIS on February 14, 2009, 8:31 pm, in reply to "-shields eyes- no"
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The fact he remained calm eased her slightly. Her words formed a bit better when he didn’t turn around and flame thrower her. And she waits. Once she’s finished stuttering over her own tongue she waits for his response. Ears flatten with his words and she cringes on the spot. But it’s true. Here she is. “Well, I…” But she doesn’t bothered finishing, biting her lip, with coloured flickers of air trembling by her side, like hounds, bayed at her flanks.
Voraer and Lycoris seemed to have different ideas about what their elements resembled. Voraer, all power, and strength, whilst Lycoris, she could understand that how it resembled power, but that wasn’t it’s purpose for her. It was about life enhancing, about bringing smiles, about giving you the ability to be a better horse. To makes others smile with illusions and tricks, or to protect them. The protection being the main factor, the showing of that love, not that expression of the power. There was no passion in the speckled mare for that sort of thing. Her passion was friends and love and sunshine and rainbows. And that’s why she’ll never be as powerful as him, because she didn’t want to be.
And then he says something to make everything change.
Lycoris lets go of her lip (as she was still chewing it), and her sulkily laid back ears both flicker forwards. She recognises that honest curiosity, and it seems rainbows explode behind her. Laughter curdles from her mouth as the concern in her amber eyes is replaced by shimmer lights and dance. Leaping towards him, (only a few bounds mind you), the laughter is louder as she croons on the spot, “Bifröst,” On cue, the air explodes behind her in an array of colour. Around, in swirls and pallets, the coloured winds go. They ravel through her mane and tail in wide spectrums. Like rollercoasters they twist behind her, and they move through the trees, yellow, green, purple, blue. Red and orange strands rush towards him, in suddenly complete disregard for his fire. Their bright gleaming colours, with swirls of white and silvers they wrap around his neck in a soft cradling manner, it cuddles to the fire stallion, as the smiles and laugher spreads on Lycoris’s face, and rainbows light up Desreál, “This is Bifröst!” Her voice is breathy with her laughs as she totters on the spot happily, clipping out streamers of pink and blue. “And I think they like you,” Lycoris giggles, at a swirl of reds, and brown and oranges, that coil around next to Voraer, trying to shape something remotely horse-shape in an imitation of the fire stallion. Yet it’s broken up was a wild whip of white strikes across the face, and it sends all of them off into nothing.
LYCORIS!
AIR III <3 APPRENTICE <3 ANDARIN
<3 Bifröst <3
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