Through the billowing clouds emerges a bright eyed fae, 'er pale golden pelt shimmering through the misty whiteness around her. 'He takes a tentative step forwards, not exactly sure where 'he was. Now clear of the fog, if one looked closer at 'er, they could see that 'er beautiful frame was drenched from zenith to daggers, and that 'he was dripping drips that disappeared as they fell. 'He shakes 'er entire form, sprinkling water all around 'er. Not seeing another equine around, 'he calls polietly, hoping that someone was close to hear 'er song.

Th' czar strides through 'is abode, 'is immortal, tawny flesh navigating expertly o'er th' topography. Around 'im there seems to be a faint silver aura, giving 'is frame an unearthly glow. 'is flutes pick up th' call o' th' vixen, and 'e takes off 'ward it, 'is onyx cresents not even touching th' geo. 'e tosses 'is cerebrum, damask banners streaming 'hind 'im.

'is trained orbs catch th' etheral silhouette o' th' belle, and 'e slides to a halt, raising only a few dust particles. 'e takes a few strides 'ward th' saffron femme, making 'is presence known. As 'e passes, a lily bursts into bloom. 'is torso finally 'comes visible through th' billowing clouds o' mist and fog. 'is copper cerebrum was enhanced by a striking blaze o' ivory running from 'is forelock, to th' end o' 'is nares. 'e was Blaze, th' God o' all Sacreds. 'e smiles to th' belle, and parts 'is librims to speak to 'er.

Euphoria, 'e begins, knowing 'er alias before 'he even spoke

Ye are in Heaven Pass, domain o' all Blessed souls. I be charmed Blaze, God o' th' Sacreds. 'e says, wondering if 'he knows 'he 'as passed. Becoming silent 'e awaits 'er response, not continuing with 'is lyricals 'til 'he replies.

As the russet hessian approaches 'er, 'he bows gracefully and 'er soaked veil drops o'er 'er cran with its own weight. 'He throws 'er tiara back up elegantly to put it back in place, flicking svelte droplets o'er the terra around 'er. 'He listens to 'is words, and 'he realises that 'he must have left the mortal plane to be up here. 'He must have died in that terrible flood. 'He shuffles 'er pale flints on the geo and looks into the God's pools, "Oh..." Was all 'he found in 'er larynx to utter, a little too shocked to say much else at this stage. After a few moments 'he speaks again, this time a little more confidence was in 'er tones, "It is an honour my Lord Blaze." 'He says, 'er honey smooth voice masking 'er creeping feeling of shock and disbelief.

'e smiles sadly as 'e senses 'er suprise and disbelief. 'e reaches out 'is mug, and passes on some o' 'is infinite warmth to 'er ghostal frame. O' course, 'is velventeen passes through 'er, as if 'he was made o' naught but mist and fog. At 'er next lyricals 'e smiles gently, yet solemnly at 'he speaks. 'e throws 'is cerebrum, 'is solid form th' only thing that stops th' whole scene looking surreal.

'Tis no problem Euphoria. With yer permission, I can claim yer soul and bind ye forever to this terra, where ye shall 'ave eternal peace and life. 'e says, offering 'er this chance 'fore 'he 'as a chance to allow th' fact 'he is dead to sink in.

OOC: sorry, museless

'He stands stock still for what seemed like an eternity, though it was mere moments, before 'he finally nods 'er delicate crown in acceptance,

"Y-yeah..." 'He whickers, 'er voice showing that this was a terribly surreal moment for 'er. As the shock begins to ebb away, and 'er confusion begins to turn into comprehension, 'he looks up at the God and smiles softly, silently telling 'im that 'he was ready.

Sadness floods 'is lamps as 'e feels 'er shock and confusion. 'e smiles at 'er reassuringly, as though telling 'er 'he 'as no cause for worry. 'e closes 'is orbs, and mutters a few incomprehensible words. Th' aura surrounding 'im glows briefly, giving 'is peltage an unearthly, ashen sheen. Darkness momentarily engulfs th' terrain. As it lifts, th' czar smiles at th' golden belle. 'er pelt and banners are no longer sodden, and 'er features are as they were afore th' great flood.

'e bows 'is cerebrum to th' now immortal belle, and smiles 'gain at 'er. 'e wonders 'ow 'he will take becoming immortal. Some greeted it with great joy and relief, 'appy to escape th' sorrows o' th' mortal world, but others greatly lamented loosing there life, and in th' end turned on 'im, wanting to be once 'gain clothed in flesh, free to 'gain wander th' mortal plane.

Are ye alright, Euphoria? 'e asks softly, and kindly.

In 'er new immortality, the golden pelt of the vixen glitters beautifully, shining softly like the rays of the sol in a sunrise. Feeling strangely renewed, 'he smiles and prances daintily 'pon the heavenly sod, 'er shining snow-silver veil and flag dancing in the breeze, catching and reflecting the bright light around 'er and the God. 'He bows gratefully to Blaze,

"Yes, I am better than alright." 'He whickers excitedly, 'er spiritful orbs meeting the powerful czar's. 'He half rears elegantly in high spirits, and slices 'er svelte flints innocently through the oxi.

OOC: hahaha *trumpet fanfare* may I introduce .... Midnight Blue and Eternity! So museless...but oh well!

BIC: 'e smiles 'appily at 'er new found exitement, finding 'er ecstacy almost infectious. Dancing slightly 'pon th' silvery topography 'is sorrel harks flicker backwards as 'e senses th' approach o' some other souls.

Tossing 'is ghostly crown th' dappled czar strides o'er th' terrain slowly, 'is misty tassels rippling o'er 'is curvature. 'is ashen flints brush o'er th' emerald blades, but do not disturb th' viridian loam at all, showing 'is new immortality. 'e throws 'is silvery cerebrum and extends 'is paces, increasing them to four-beats. As 'e flies 'cross th' terrain, faster than possible for any mortal equine as there is no risk of injury, 'e raises 'is crown and whinnies loudly, 'is tones echoing loudly through th' flat terrain. E'en though 'is form is older and more mature, 'e bears a striking resemblance to th' King o' Sacreds, Forever Autumn. But then again, 'tis not suprising, for they bear th' same bloodline. As 'e spots th' duo standing together, 'e instantly recognises th' tall mahogany czar, but 'e 'is slightly perturbed to th' identity of th' golden fae. Redirecting 'is attentions to th' pair 'e reaches them, bending a foreleg and lowering 'is boa to th' duo. Pulling up i'is crown 'is identity is unmistakable. 'Tis Midnight Blues, former King o' Sacreds, and sire o' both Forever Autumn, and Moonlight Dancer. Smiling at th' pair 'e parts 'is kissers and speaks to th' two in 'is deep tones.

'Lo there M'Lord Blaze, and M'Lady, whose identity illudes me, 'e says, with a brief smile to th' golden fae.

How do ye both fare? 'e asks 'appily, dipping 'is crown to both o' th' pair in turn. Dancing slightly 'pon th' geo 'is flutes prick as 'e senses th' approach o' 'is beloved. .

Th' alabaster fae strides up to 'er beloved, and lips 'is tassels playfully, although o' course 'er velventeen passes through 'im. 'er peltage glows with an almost unearthly, alpine sheen. Pulsating light beams ripple o'er 'er epidermis, and although 'er features are aged and weary, 'he still retains a somewhat mature radiance. A smile playing on 'er librims 'he bobs 'er crown to th' two, introducing 'erself gracefully. Dancing elegantly o'er th' terrain 'he side-steps to bring 'er bodice nearer 'er beloved Blue's.

Golden harks prick with interest as amber lanterns watch the arrival of two more immortal souls, but she recognised neither. Only the level of their crowns and the way they held themselves made 'er think that they must have been royalty. Suddenly 'he realised their identities, Midnight Blue, the passed Blessed King, and the fae must be Eternity, 'is Queen. 'He whickers excitedly and a delighted smile creeps across 'er sunny librims. 'He bends into a graceful bow after Blue address 'er and Blaze,

"Good day to ye both. Sir, my title alludes ye as I'm afraid we have never met before. I am Euphoria, sister to Alast-" 'He begins happily, but halfway through 'er sibs name 'he cuts 'erself short, a look of shock and panic crossing 'er beautiful facade. 'he had forgotten about Alastor, 'er beloved brother was still on the mortal plane. 'He blinks a few times then shakes 'er cran, putting this thought to the back of 'er mind for the sake of the present.

"...To Alastor." 'He finishes, the brightness in 'er melodics now drained, leaving them to be tainted with tones of sorrow.

[.x.] Th' kind gaze o' th' czar softens as 'e senses 'er shock and distress at th' thought o' leaving 'er sib alone in th' mortal world. 'e takes a step away from 'is beloved and a step closer to th' buillon fae, pity glittering in 'is oculars. 'e throws 'is ivory tassels from 'is facade as 'e looks into 'er orbs, reaching into 'er very being. Compassion rules 'is thoughts and 'is gaze as 'e remembers 'is dear ones, left to struggle alone against an evil that seemsto be growing ev'ry day. 'is maw opens slightly as 'e looses hushed tones from 'is vocals, words o' compassion and solance that 'e 'opes will 'elp 'er deal with this terrible news.

Euphoria, 'e begins, speaking 'er alias to begin with to gain 'er attention.

Alastor will always be yer brother, and ye 'is sister. A part o' ye shall always be within 'im, as is the same with ye. Some equines wait forever to be loved as ye have been loved, as only a sib can love. The ones we love ne'er really leave us, they are always close, and ye can reach them easily. Just look deep into yer heart, and ye will find 'im there.

'e finishes, a warm glow spreading o'er 'is frame as 'e feels th' love o' 'is own bantles deep inside 'im. 'e passes 'is gaze to Eternity, 'is love, who smiles at 'im gently, and lips 'is tassels affectionately. Turning 'is gaze to Euphoria, 'e smiles silently at 'er, only th' corners o' 'is lirbims pulled up into a gentle sign o' contentement. 'e meets orbs with Blaze and 'is slightly puzzled as 'e detects a strange glint in th' Gods orbs.

Blaze whickers softly in 'is chords to catch th' Sacred trio's attention, and gestures with a slight throw o' 'is sorrel stained crown to a silver pool o' aqua, reflecting th' blazing azures o' th' firnament 'bove. 'e closes 'is orbs, and an image appears, rippling on th' water below. It begins as a distored ripple o' colour, and then sharpens to form th' unmistakable form o' Alastor, and 'is love Spirit Dancer next to 'im. They are slumbering peacefully on th' lush green meadows o' Silverstream, th' golden celestia breaking out and casting a golden silhouette on th' contours o' th' topography and moutains. From th' top o' th' mountain walks an equine, a charcoal silhouette 'gainst th' dying sky. Though th' shadows his 'is indentity, 'twas clear 'e was o' noble birth and heritige, as none but th' King and 'is family were granted access to th' highest point in th' terra. Th' picture flickers for a moment as Blaze's concentration is marred by a hushed gasp from Blue as 'e recognises 'is son, but returns to its previous focus as 'e recovers from th' slight startle. Autumn disappears as 'e ventures into a cavern 'pon th' summit o' th' mount, and Alastor's oculi begin to flicker as 'e awakes from 'is slumber. Casting 'is gaze to Spirit next to 'im, Alastor nips 'er gently and smiles affectionately at 'er as 'he awakens.

Satisfied that 'e 'as 'elped th' gilded fae accept th' fact that 'he will not see Alastor for a long while, 'e allows th' sharp focus o' th' projection to fade, and then finally bleed away into nothingness. Bringing 'is mind away from th' silvery aqua, and back into th' safety o' 'is own cerebrum, 'e smiles softly at Euphoria, 'oping 'e 'as quenched 'er fears for 'er sib's future.

Ye see? 'e says softly, orbs bright with sincerity. Although 'e grieves ye, Alastor knows 'e must carry on with 'is existence, just as ye must, 'e finishes. Casting a glance o'er to Blue 'e finds th' fallen King and 'is love frolicking like yearlings, and although Blaze is sure 'e sees Blue cast a wistful glance o'er to th' silvery pool where 'e caught a glimpse o' 'is son, 'e continues to prance 'round Eternity like a yearling, desperate to impress 'is new infatuation. Blue looks up from 'is games, dips 'is crown and smiles gratefully at th' God. Brushing 'is quarters gently with 'is flanks to rid 'imself o' a airborne pest 'e looks o'er to Euphoria once more, 'oping 'er fears 'ave been sated now 'he as caught a glimpse o' 'er sib. [.x.]

OOC: lol... first post i've written for ages :lol:

OOC: we must not leave out the other legends. :D

The brown enchantress appeared on a green hilltop. Beside her stood a white stag. Though you couldn't tell they were related. Mother and son stood proudly together. She reared up powerfully and striked out at the air before her. Her vocals were heard as a loud whinny escaped her maw. She landed with a thud, looking down upon the group. She was one of the oldest souls, besides the gods, to be sentenced here.

She was what some called the mother of all equines in these lands. The ess had discovered these lands and started herd here in hopes of escaping the darks. It was later she learned of a greater plan for Cresent Dreams. Darks would come aye. But the darkness was needed for the others to see the light. There would be peace, of that she was sure. Even her son Legesain, could not stop fate.

The belle snorted slightly then took off at a gallop with young muscles. She could have easily ran for miles without stop in her prime, now she could do that and more. Heaven had a way of blessing lights with unending endurance and power. Though her young appearance had not failed to show her strength from her mortal days. Her mortal days, when she had been so foolished, sometimes evil, and mostly just mortal. She had made mistakes some that can never be changed. But she was young and impulsive. Still that bought no forgiveness in the lights eyes. The way they lived was because of her seed. Because of her damned womb.

Aalaya drew to a halt, Zanzibar stopping near her side. Her gaze moved to Blaze as she took in the god's appearance silently. A pupil of hers from when he was mortal. A time that seemed so long ago. A time that seemed forbidden. But even so she had swallowed any true feelings for Blaze. Probably for the better he had a goddess and she had..well..a mate here and there. But still in the back of her mind she always wondered what would have happened if she told the god that even in eternity her heart beated for him.

Her thoughts were sent to a place deep inside her cran. It was not time to reminence(sp?) and dream of what could have been. Dreams were nothing more than foolish fantasies of a vain world that will never be. Even so, dreamers often lie about how they dream about the truth of their being. Their hearts most lustful desires. Her pools took in the group once more as a small smile curved her librims a little. Aye, she had lost the will to show happiness long ago. She weeped for the world and could never find a reason to smile for it.

"`Lo my fellow equines. I be Aalaya and this is my son, Zanzibar."

She said nuzzling her son affectionatly. The afterlife had a way of fixing old grudges. It was sad however, it took death for her to become the dam she never was. She paused as her gaze moved back to Blaze. She wasn't sure what kind of response she would get from the lights. Anger or shock. Perhaps a bit of both. Though her image may be forgotten her stories were past down. It should be a sin for an equine not to know who Aalaya, Alizay, or Sha Har was. If it weren't for them they wouldn't have lived the life they had on these lands. Perhaps never even met the loved ones they lie with now. But still, the generations will forget in time and new heroes will rise. But true legends will never be forgotten.

OOC- Of course not! ^^

The crimson enchantress dozed silently upon one of the sunkissed hilltops. Lush emerald grass blanketing the glorious topography, she was quite unawares of the conversation nestled in the becomings of the land. Distantly abundant in her dreams of heaven and the peaceful serenity about the unfathomable eternity of which she resided, Liona's shimmering pelt was cast into the shadows of an elegant willow. Draping over her hue, massaging her lithened muscles as they rocked with the gentle breezes that fluttered beneath it's branches. Golden rays of the blazing sun suddenly fell over her tiara, chocolate visionaries vlinked slowly, awakening from her light slumber. Yawning wildly, she cast a swift glance around her peaceful environment. Contented with it's abandoned glory she closed her pools again.

Hoofbeats...perfected movements distantly quaked upon the geo. Liona opened her oculars, auds flickering forward, perched in tense positions. Her muscles lost their lazy stature, to become stiff, apparently ready to spring into further action. But then she stopped, thinking calmly to herself. 'Twould only be Blaze..' shaking off her sudden uneasiness she took a step backwards, retreating into the peace of her willow. But then she halted, it was not only one pair..but two. She froze, they were not the regeal steps that she recognized as well as Blaze's, but of anothers. Somewhat heavy and descreet. Curiously, she stepped off, her flashy two-beat lifting her golden apendages masked with alabastor stockings into the air.

She trotted down the hillside with ease, only breaking her pace whence she reached smooth ground. Three-beating rambunctiously around trees of many sizes and shapes. Passing by creatures both small and large. Birds cawed over her cranium and squirrels scampered beneath her flints. Splashing through a clear pool that fled longingly into a waterfall, she never once broke her perfected stride. Upon solid geo, she gave a buck of joy, forgetting a moment ago that she had been concerned for the wellbeing of who was to enter her terra without her knowledge. Liona loped over fallen logs, through trenches and ditches that had come from thousands of years of erosion. Easily clearing them with one swift push from her hind pillars.

She slowed to her two-beat once more, gazing about her in some caution. 'Surely ot could only be those of the Sacred blood.' the belle reassured herself. But then, many of the equines these days had no respect for privacy and what was not theirs. Snorting slightly in increased worry, she spotted the hues of several equines. Amongst them...she released a sigh, covered with a soft smile of recognition and content, Blaze. 'Figures' she thought, for Blaze always had everything under control. Then she realized, these must be perished ones of the blessed faith. She recognized only one, for who could not know of the great warrior and founder of their lands, Aalaya. Decreasing the distance between herself and the group she slowed even more, finally walking softly towards Blaze. Her sonars caught a bit of Aalaya's tunes and smiled gracefully, parting her own librims to return blessed lyrics.

And I, Liona. Welcome.

Nodding her cerebrum softly to each of them in warm welcoming she continued her path until she rested beside Blaze. Nudging his nape briefly in loving greeting, she passed her glance back at the rest of them curious as to the reason of their deaths. Aalaya's she did know of, yes, but the rest were unknown to her. Patiently she listened intently, now knowing that she would need to learn of the conversation, having arrived belated to the event.

OOC: -dies- I have no museh so this postie is going to look horrendous next to both of yours :huh:

[.x.] The czar's auds flicker slightly as he hears hoofbeats, of not one but two equines. Turning his gaze to the towering hillside, Blaze smiles slightly as he spots the sorrel form of the warrioress Aalaya upon the summit, the alabaster frame of Zanzibar standing aside her proudly. Her call carried on the wind to the brujo's sonar, Blaze throws up his cerebrum and whinies a powerful greeting back to the duo, inviting them to join him and the other two. As they begin to advance quickly toward him, Blaze snorts slightly and swishes his sorrel banner lazily, lowering his curvature to graze upon the sweet emerald blades of the lush terrain, cropping them with ease. Noticing Blue looking at him in a puzzled way, the deity laughs slightly as he remembers that a mortal equines senses are not as sharp as his, so Blue has no idea who his is projecting his greeting to. Rolling his orbs, Blaze makes his way over to the two and informs them of who is approaching, wondering how the former King will act when meeting the warrioress in person. After all, she did give birth to the one who murdered him.

As the enchantress and her prodigy draw to a sudden halt, Blaze throws his crown in welcome and trots in an elegant two-beats toward them, dipping his cerebrum to Aalaya and Zanzibar. Smiling warmly at Zanzibar, Blaze wonders whether the brujo knows of what his son has been doing since he moved on. Challenging Autumn for his position as King of Sacreds being the most important thing. Resolving to only tell him of his sons actions if he requests it, a soft whicker comes from the Gods chords as he awaits the appearance of Blue and Eternity.

As Aalaya speaks, and nuzzles her son affectionately, Blaze's sonar catches the unmistakably elegant flint-falls of Liona, his beloved enchantress. Smiling slightly to himself as he anticipates her arrival, Blaze returns his attentions to the warrioress Aalaya, noticing that she seems to be slightly on edge. Probably wondering how the other equines will accept her. His kind orbs meeting hers, Blaze whickers softly, telling her without words not to worry, as he is sure that the other two will be nothing but welcoming to her. As Zanzibar and Aalaya have proved, time has a way of healing rifts between equines.

Blue nibbles the flxen tassels of Eternity affectionately as he prances round her, running his velventeen across and down his silken nape, laughter in his orbs as he smiles at her lovingly. His games are interrupted as Blaze whinnies loudly, his tones echoing through the seemingly deserted lands. Puzzled, he whickers to Blaze, wondering what the devil the brujo is doing, calling out to a non existent equine. Laughing slightly to himself, the dappled brute moves forward to listen to Blazes vocals, standing in stunned silence for a moment when Blaze informs him of who is approaching. Aalaya, the famed warrioress whom so many admire. Some call her the mother of the lands, but to Blue she is also the mother of Legesain. His murderer.

As the duo appear, and Blaze encourages them to come and greet them, the silvery brujo hangs back for a moment, but then moves forward to dip his crown to the duo, all hostilities forgotten the moment he sees the bruja nuzzle her son, Zanzibar. How he wishes he could just go back for one day and see his bantles again, just to explain things he thought should wait until they were older. To see Autumn, his only son, and see what a fine young czar he has grown into. But that is how life works. Some things you do you could spend eternity regretting, but that still doesn't change the fact that they have happened, and that they can never be undone. Smiling in a noble way toward Aalaya, and then in turn to Zanzibar, Blue parts his librims to answer her lyricals in his own warm, welcoming tones.

"Welcome to ye, Aalaya and Zanzibar. I be Midnight Blue, and the belle aside me Eternity." he says, smiling earnestly at Zanzibar, whom he got to know quite well over the time they spent together as Lord and King. Looking over at his beloved for a moment, and watching her smile and dip her tiara to the two. Blue nibbles her tresses playfully and looks up as the Godess arrives, whickering a friendly greeting to her as she announces her alias and welcomes the two new residents of Heaven Pass.

Blaze looks up as Liona approaches, the distant hoof-beats growing louder and louder until suddenly they were upon him, and Liona appears in his line of sight. A joyful smile gracing his features, Blaze nibbles her curvature affectionately, and licks her cheek lovingly, acting as though he hasn't seen her in a month, obviously overjoyed to see her again. [.x.]

The elegant and beautiful visage of the fae showed misery and heart break as she absorbs the God's kindly intended words. The fact that Alastor had his own life to live didn't retract from the fact that she could no longer share in life with him - and that fact hurt. Euphoria sighs heavily to herself and slowly droops her tiara so that her gilded velveteen was ticklet by the blades of soft greeness. There she stood quietly and uncomfortably, her sad chocolate pools wacthing the other equines drift over to greet a pair of newcomers. Feeling alone, forgotten and very hurt she turns her haunches to the group and slinks away silently, her svelte daggers leaving no impression on the otherworldy terrain as she makes to a nearby hillock.

Reaching the summit of the gentle rise and finding on it the shade of a wide branching maple adorned with autumn and emerald leaves she lowers herself to rest upon her golden belly, her slender, shapely limbs folded neatly beneath her frame in prefect grace. From her high vantage point upon this shaded hill she watches the present goings on from afar.

The enchantress accepted Blaze's touch with a passionate, low whicker from her velveteens. Soft chocolate visionaries casting delecately about the group, fluttering softly as they fell upon each newcomer, distantly aware that no longer was this just a land of the gods, but new inhabitants would reside as well. Yet the thought crossed her dream-box for a meer second, but once the wind blew it twas forgotten. Feeling as though she had accomplished a new purpose for her immortal life, a new role, something that would set a further tone of leadership into her soul and give her the commanding elegance she always was jealous of. She would rule with the kindness she had been tought to rule with, pure and outspoken with the strength and will to keep alive those that had perished. Glittering specks of the golden sun simmered down upon the souls in the group. Alas her attention was smothered by the fae entitled Euphoria.

Her radiant smile faded, her soft ambers now full of concern for the vix as she meandered slowly away from the group, seemingly forgotten. A dlight frown encasing her features, Liona, stepped out from the group, tiara bobbing slightly with every forward step. She traced the vixen's silent and unseen hoofprints, a lucky element given to the gods. She easily followed her path, cautiously aware that she may be unpredictable. Though she feared not of the vix, the air surrounding her was thick with uncontrollable sadness and depression. Her pools fell upon the silent vix nestled beneath the glorious tree and floated silently towards her, giving her enough time to notice of her arrival.

Wondering silently if she would be unwelcomed, shunned because of the minx's desire to be alone, she passed by the thought. Knowing that one in pain does not need nor want, an assembly of equines to listen to their ordeals. A fae to a fae was easier to understand, usually more comfortable to the troubled soul. Confidentally she lowered her tiara dipping it in a gesture of concerned understanding. She could not begin to admit that she was aware of her dellimna for she wasn't. But no matter how strong a happy oul could be, the depression was always stronger, as thick as it was about Euphoria she whickered a soft greeting. Resting upon three of her lean timbers she stood wavering slightly in the wind, showing no sign that the vix should rise, but in a warm way stay as she would like. Only a few feet away she parted her sacred librims and sang concerned tunes.

What is it that troubles you, Euphoria? Her delecate tunes wre not pushing but calmly worried, it was not a question that she had to answer, she could remain silent. perhaps it was just the need for small company, not the enormous presence of a group. Her flaxen tassels flopped breezily across her visionaries, billowing softly as the depressed winds let it flutter away.

Reminiscing sadly about her flicka-hood, days in the sun playing with her dear Alastor, Euphoria hardly notices the small mare's approach, only her harks seemed to notice as they swivel to the soft hoof beats. She is jolted out of her memories by the kind and concerned voice - words that came from a stranger but that were oddly comforting. With a quiet sigh she looks up into the friendly facade and attempts a brave smile, and begins spilling her feelings without even thinking about who this fae was and how it was that she knew her name.

I feel like I have been taken from the mortal plane too soon... I mean, I had only seen three beautiful summers when I was taken. I have been torn from my life and from my brother, Alastor. She nickers quickly before she could stop herself, and after a short pause in which she shifts her frame to look up more comfortably and confidently she continues.

I miss him - and I want to go back. She finished indignantly, knowing deep down that she never could. The only way that she'd ever see her beloved sib again is when he joined her in the evergreen lands of the God and Goddess.

It would have been quite possible that Liona did not know the reason for which the fae was remorsing of, yet she did. Being immortal she had never once had the real problem of losing family members, since for so long it had been her, and her alone. For a few days she had been part of the herd in Silverstream Mountain, one of the last few belles the king Midnight Blues would home in his land. A flicker of sadness flashed over her features at the thought of the kind king, how sweet he had been to her, a great leader she had realized from the very begining. Though it had not lasted long, she knew her destiny was ahead of her, and it was only days after that she became the immortal she was now.

Her focus transformed from her related past to the ramblings of Euphoria as she spilled her heart to someone she knew as little as she. It was clear she saw she had nothing to hide, nothing more to live for. Yet there was the concequence, their was nothing to live for, since her sentenced had already been plauged. A brave smile crossed the fae's features, though their was sadness and a faint tiredness hidden behind those troubled eyes. Liona gave her a quiet smile, her attention was on her though it was not fixed, not hauting her for more information, she would listen to whatever she had to say, no matter what it was, no matter the fate it would take her.

There was a brief silence between the ending of Euphoria's troubled tunes and the slow thoughtful song of Liona. She considered the possiblity, could she? Perhaps..It was undecided, being immortal...the trouble was what affect would it have on the fae before her, already weary in her mental state she knew not if it would destroy her, or help regain the vivacity she knew she once had.

"Not a soul can raise the dead, I'm afraid, not even I as an immortal.

She answered solemly, meeting the eyes of the vix as she spoke, yet she did not stop there it was seconds, only a moment for there to be any emotion from the enchantress before she sang once more.

"But perhaps there is another way for you to say your final goodbyes to your brother. But put it into consideration what your emotions will be, could you handle parting once more, or would you be content knowing that all was finished and the finale was concluded?"

Yet she did not stop there, she gave a brief hesitation allowing her to ponder a moment more before she hauled on, finished with a brief explination.

"It is possible for you to return to the mortal realms for only a short time, though you will be in spirit, not whole and real. The affect is yet unknown though the likliness is that you will be weakened severely, quite vulnerable as the trip will be trecherous for one as new to the Pass as you, and then so suddenly to turn around and return to mortal surroundings. I can escort you there to give you the strength you need and to say your finals, yet then, you may never return to the mortal world again. Is it so important that you are willing to be held her at the point of no return?"

Liona inquired, finishing her quiet speech with a question. Standing a little stiffer as she spoke away from the vix, as though speaking through thought. Turning back to her she met her gaze once again, inquiring...waiting..

Euphoria listens to the kind words of the 'ess with a growing sense of what was right and what she must do. She nods gently to show that she is truly absorbing everything said to her, but by the time the belle's good intened suggestions were over, Euphoria knew two things - that this femme was in fact Liona, the Light Goddess (and in any other situation she would have been overwhelmed with delight at the meeting) and that she should not do as Liona suggests. Forcing a weak smile, the golden beauty shakes her delicate tiara from side to side.
Though the suggestion tempts me, I could not do that to dear Alastor. He has lost me once already, and to have to see me go again would break his sweet heart... She nickers sadly, tears threatening to break forth again, but she forces them back. Quickly she climbs to her svelte flints again and regards the small flame hued fae with appreciation.
Thankyou for helping me to see what is right, Liona. She whickers politely to the immortal, genuinly grateful for her kind words and even more grateful for the caring company. So far, the afterlife was seeming like a very lonely existance.

The flaming belle smiled comfortingly at the other, amber pools full of understanding and kindness as she made her final decision. It was very brave of the delecate being, who's heart surely had been torn in to, to know what needed to be done, instead of replacing her own wants to do what was right. That, was the true key of loving. It was one thing to perish, but remain through mind, not entirely leaving what they didn't want left behind. But to truly understand the meaning of death and the consequences that come with it. We must suffer yes, but we are not truly gone, spirit's reign on in the form of a newborn foal or a butterfly passing by, we will always remain.

"You have made a wise decision, Euphoria, I believe you finally understand the meaning of life."

Liona said with sincere warmth in her tones. She knew, that as long as Euphoria's spirit remained in the Pass, they would indeed be great friends.

"It was my pleasure dear, if you ever need anything else, I'll be here..always."

She added softly. Her speech seemed somewhat different, it was not the bouncy youthful tones she had been known to use, but softer, more gentle, but it seemed to fit no matter how she spoke. Truthfully, tone didn't matter, it was all part of the heart.

[.x.]The cupped harks of the God flickered slightly as they detected the femme's low and passionate whicker. His velventeen maw extending slightly, Blaze nibbled the tassels of Liona carefully, almost playfully as his kind orbs met hers. They did not need words - their connection was that close a mere look could communicate their innermost thoughts and feelings. The God supposed that was what came from endless months with no company but their own. It was strange that during that tortuous time when Liona had been taken by the Dark bastard who called himself God, their bond had grown stronger than months of peace ever could. Bad times always brought equines together, which was apparent as Zanzibar smiled happily at his dam, all previous fall-outs pushed to the back of his mind. As Blue speaks, Blaze allows himself to become lost in Liona's dark orbs, falling endlessly into her proud and dignified stare. A hint of a smile twitched upon his librims as the enchantress looked at him with almost questioning orbs, as if asking him why he was showing her so much affection today. Throwing his cran skywards for a moment, the brujo allowed his tassels to fall away from his countenance before allowing them to come to rest back against his nape. He took a step backwards playfully, daggers disturbing the emerald carpeted terrain as he moved further away from Liona. His banner swishing over his hinds, the God allowed an almost silent whicker to escape his librims, meant only for Liona's sonar. It was filled with tenderness and love for the belle before him, and also filled with the promise that he would never leave her alone for too long again. He hadn't seen her in a while - that was the main reason for his apparent joy at her appearance. He had not been busy, and the God supposed Liona hadn't either, so he didn't really know why they had not spent that much time together.

As his mind retreated from the thoughts buzzing round his cerebrum, Blaze became aware that Euphoria was mising from their little group. Elegant zenith turning this way and that, his pools fall upon the hillside just in time to catch a flicker of a golden hue disappear over the top, and then the slender figurine of the Liona pursuing it. Knowing something was obviously wrong, Blaze decided to stay here and leave Liona and Euphoria to it. She was always better at handling emotional equines than he was - and he supposed Euphoria would feel more relaxed about spilling her feelings to another belle than himself. Intelligent orbs follow Lionas frame for a moment before returning to the four equines aside him, realising that he didn't really have a clue what they were talking about. Desperately hoping he was not asked for his opinion, as he didn't even know the basis of their conversation, Blaze looks to the side carefully, elegant flutes now following their conversation with interest.[.x.]

OOC: It isn't really my turn to post now, it's yours Aalaya, but I thought I might as well reply to bump the postie xD