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Featuring Ava ,
Year 766 of the New Age
Windborne
It wasn't quite like some would expect. The areas of Windborne wasn't just a breeze of cold or a touch of sunlight among marshland and grass. It wasn't like the forest, which almost seemed like a solitaire place compared to the always moving plains. Oh no.. the windy plains was filled with movement - a picture painted in dynamic perspectives and at last, it was her home.Ava observed. She maybe had something more impotent to do, she should maybe use her time more rationally instead of "wasting it on daydreaming" like her mother would have said... but she didn't. Her time alone was a time she valued and used for whatever seemed important at that time. But completely doing nothing she couldn't, so she stopped the wind momentarily around her - guiding it other ways around and beside her.
The crimson doe now felt the warmth the sun on her scarlet hide, and she smiled. Satisfaction filling her up and a lazy sigh broke the silence around her. She hadn't spend much time training lately... There were moments of faint peace between the herds, and it had made her.... lazy. Too laid back - again something her mother would have said. Sometimes she could almost hear her words like she stood in front of her. Her mother had been a wise doe, someone she missed dearly like so many others. It wasn't with sadness she remembered her mother, no they had en general been good towards each other... It was the way they parted before the attack. Words were said in anger or frustrations, and the thought of her gone... without a chance to say goodbye. The crimson doe wouldn't let it get to her, she wouldn't let et cloud her mind. So she shook it off. One day it would catch up to her. But not today.
Ava smiled as she turned her head more towards the orange sky, her eyes taking a warmer hue. There wasn't much wind today, and the wind that was she had stopped. The mild weather made it slow, and when she briefly stopped her magic, it only swirled around her curls of red and orange. It was at ease, and a smile slowly spread wider across her muzzle.... before nightfall, before it became colder...
Slowly but steady it became stronger. She felt the fleeing magic around her, how it playfully yet powerful made her braids move in the wind and sent a shiver down her spine. It was alive - very much alive, and in this evening an old friend from before Windborne was torn apart. Something very familiar in the changing lands.
Art by me.

Description
Featuring Ava ,
Year 766 of the New Age
Windborne
It wasn't quite like some would expect. The areas of Windborne wasn't just a breeze of cold or a touch of sunlight among marshland and grass. It wasn't like the forest, which almost seemed like a solitaire place compared to the always moving plains. Oh no.. the windy plains was filled with movement - a picture painted in dynamic perspectives and at last, it was her home.Ava observed. She maybe had something more impotent to do, she should maybe use her time more rationally instead of "wasting it on daydreaming" like her mother would have said... but she didn't. Her time alone was a time she valued and used for whatever seemed important at that time. But completely doing nothing she couldn't, so she stopped the wind momentarily around her - guiding it other ways around and beside her.
The crimson doe now felt the warmth the sun on her scarlet hide, and she smiled. Satisfaction filling her up and a lazy sigh broke the silence around her. She hadn't spend much time training lately... There were moments of faint peace between the herds, and it had made her.... lazy. Too laid back - again something her mother would have said. Sometimes she could almost hear her words like she stood in front of her. Her mother had been a wise doe, someone she missed dearly like so many others. It wasn't with sadness she remembered her mother, no they had en general been good towards each other... It was the way they parted before the attack. Words were said in anger or frustrations, and the thought of her gone... without a chance to say goodbye. The crimson doe wouldn't let it get to her, she wouldn't let et cloud her mind. So she shook it off. One day it would catch up to her. But not today.
Ava smiled as she turned her head more towards the orange sky, her eyes taking a warmer hue. There wasn't much wind today, and the wind that was she had stopped. The mild weather made it slow, and when she briefly stopped her magic, it only swirled around her curls of red and orange. It was at ease, and a smile slowly spread wider across her muzzle.... before nightfall, before it became colder...
Slowly but steady it became stronger. She felt the fleeing magic around her, how it playfully yet powerful made her braids move in the wind and sent a shiver down her spine. It was alive - very much alive, and in this evening an old friend from before Windborne was torn apart. Something very familiar in the changing lands.
Art by me.