and the dreams that we had
I'm in a world that tries to take them away
oh, but I'm taking them back
because all this time I've just been
too blind too understand
what should matter to me
my friend, this life that we live
it's not what we have, it's what we believe in
It's not my time, I'm not going
there's a fear in me, it's not showing
this could be the end of me
and everything I know
- 3 Door's Down, "it's not my time"
Namasté, clearly pleased to no longer have the weight of that owl pushing her head down gives a spirited toss of her mane before stepping even nearer to our new acquaintances and smiling pleasantly down at Ducky, “You’re quite welcome Ducky! Really, you think I’m pretty? Mother always said so but I figured mothers are just supposed to say that…” I frown at my sister, well at the back of her head anyway, and am glad she can not see it. Though she might like others to think she had not I know quite well that she’d taken mothers praise to heart and become rather vain as a result… I suppose to be fair I must have taken the comments to heart as well since I can not help but feel just slightly jealous when anyone else notices my sister’s beauty. Tinder decides not to approach the Dhole after receiving that unwelcoming glare, “well, you do deserve it you brat.” With a snort he turns and waddles out of the shadow of the hill taking up a position from which he can watch for intruders. Remy on the other hand seems quite interested in the interestingly patterned creature though he says nothing and does little more than gaze intently at Ducky with his yellow-owl eyes while continuing to perch on his partner’s back. Remy always has been the single shy member of our little troop.
Ah, I’d thought as much though I’d not been entirely sure she just didn’t seem the have the air about her of one who’d been long in Avenion. “Well, it’s not always as cold and nasty as it has been lately… this winter is much harsher than the first one I experienced here.” I don’t know why I suddenly felt the need to defend the merits of Avenion, it is my home and I love it but why should I care whether anyone else does? Shaking my head slightly I move on to a more direct response for Dawson’s comments, “Really? Who else have you met? It sure has been dreadfully quiet lately, not that I’m complaining… it did make it easier for us to slip around unnoticed.” This is more than I usually say to strangers and I can not help wondering why I’m not as suspicious of her as I would be of others. “Where did you come from and what other parts of Avenion have you seen?” Only now does the last bit of her comment stand out in my mind and all at once my gaze is narrow and my tone suspicious once more, “Are you looking for a stallion then?”
Namasté with her head down by the Dhole as it is can not help but notice the metallic glint on the bottom of the mare’s hooves, “What’s that on you feet?” She asks the question in all innocent curiosity and truly with my attention drawn to it as it is now I too am curious.
| axian speech |
| mental speech for both |
| regular speech for both |
Call me ILLUDRA for that is my name. They say my 15.2hh (when full grown), Silver Buckskin coated, FEMALE person is not terribly aesthetic, especialy with the FLOPPY RIGHT EAR. Trust the steel in my gaze for these TWO short years of life have not taught me to bend. Recognize my breeding as a mix of HANOVERIAN, THOROUGHBRED, MUSTANG, QUARTER HORSE, LUSITANO & LIPOZZANER. I remember my parents as SHADOW & DELLISSA of this land and others. Connect me with TINDER the --- coated MALE AXIAN of skill level 3 my better half and link to the element of --- in which we are pursuing the --- (0/0) tree with --- trees completed. Look for me in --- for it is there I reside. Place me in the court of --- under the title of --- and trace my blood down to ---. My FEMALE sibling NAMASTé is a YEARLING of BUCKSKIN coating. She shares the MUSTANG, QUARTER HORSE, LUSITANO & LIPOZZANER HALF and carries an ARABIAN HALF from her father LAFAYETTE. Namasté is unlikely to grow to more than 14.0hh. She travels with the MALE axian REMY of skill level 2. Our strings are pulled by the beautiful TZARRA who should be credited with both our creation and our words. --- of --- is the painter of our portraits.