Gemstone Ridge
Cliffs these lands are, but not just regular ones. Filled with wildflowers and tender grass, it is a beauty, especially with what seems like gemstones embedded into the rock.
This land is closed. It is no longer habitable.
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Posted on March 16, 2011 at 10:38:11 AM by Ayasha&Korben
Ayasha
7 year old mare of the Ridge
She is blindingly brilliant – her glossy black glow.
His grass-green eyes blink softly at the brightness of her luminescent form as it comes toward him, small at first. He is nearly overcome with torrents of emotion and, though he makes no move toward her, finds himself nearly quivering with delight. The skin on either side of his peaked withers flinches slightly as though pin pricked by a dozen flies.
In his state of such childish delight he finds the enormity of his bay body permeated by the summer heat, so much so that he becomes light headed. Oh how delightfully dramatic. It seems as though years have passed since he has seen her and when she finally comes close enough that he might reach out and touch her he can hardly bring himself to do it – afraid perhaps he will break her, such a perfect image as she is.
It is only seconds until the temptation is too great and he extends himself tentatively to nurse “Mom, I couldn't find you” he begins in that overtly luxuriant young voice. Then adding, sheepishly, “I’ve missed you terribly so…” and he trails off watching her openly with his slit-pupil eyes.
“Where did you go?,” he recovers himself, attempting to make light of it. "You fell asleep silly." She said adoration seeping from her marish being. "I was nowhere but right beside you."
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