The Enogu

You watch Quanta leave for a little while longer before heading out yourself to another area, thinking. Morbet? Tufta? What did they mean? You turn back slightly and looked at the dark forest, and shudder again at the sight, without even intending on it. Somehow the forest itself just makes you shudder, wether you want to or not. You turn around again and trudge on, uncertain, and rather confused.

After a while you come to a large patch of clovers, and some flowers too. In the center there's a soft gray blanket, and resting on it is a collection of feathers. The wind blows a feather over to your direction, and you quickly catch it before it went anywhere else. The feather was large, and ebony black, looking sleek and shiny, as if it were very well kept. You kneeled beside the blanket and set the feather back, and looked at the others. There were dozens, in many different sizes and colors. You can easily make out a light silver-bluish one, a gold and purple one, and many more.

"Erm...sella li?"

Startled, you jump and spin around, to find yourself facing a Quanta-look a like, only more petite and different horn and hoof color. A mare.

"Erm...sorry to startle you. Didn't mean to." She smiles wryly. "Ze ve Risil, or spice. You've probably met my dad around...he's Quanta." Familiarity sparks in your mind and eyes, as Risil continues. "That's my feather collection you're looking at. When I was a foal, I used to collect them from my winged friends, like Eran, Cirinda, Blue Mist....The black one Cuni gave me, she said it's from the black pegasus Darkhorse's wings. She's famous, keeper of tir'na'baine'gile'lair, where the pah'llocks roam...I also got the clovers from Cuni, she said there aren't many around, and gave me a sack of seeds...as you can see, I've done my part in planting them...hopefully they'll be covering the whole Enogu..." The wind blows again, this time carrying a small white feather from the bunch. You quickly try to catch it, but miss, and it lands on Risil's muzzle. She blinks at it, then sighs, eyes dullen, and puts it back in place.

"That feather is from a dove of mine given as a gift...he died a long time ago...and when he did, so did my heart." Sadly, she bows her head. A quiet rustle springs up from a bush not too far away, a blue leg stepped over it. Looking up, your gaze follows the contours of a delicate stallion, all blue with a split mane and red tail. He takes a quick look at you before stepping the rest of the way, leaving the bush to sway back and forth a little before resting to a stop. Flicking an ear back, the stallion smiles.

Shasha'lisen

"Sella irithin." He whickers softly. "Ze ve Shasha'lisen, or Shiver at Midnight in your tongue." His voice is filled with warmth, making you feel incredibly comfortable and at ease, like nothing wrong has ever happened or ever will be. The effect seems to affect Risil, too, for she lifts her head, the sorrowful look gone from her eyes and nothing but love replaces it. But that only lasts a couple minutes, for shortly aftwards the mare blinks, then shakes her head. With a start, she bows her head and walks away quickly, as though trying to get away. The feathers rustle from the small breeze caused by the movement, but they stay in place.

Lisen quirks his head over and watches Risil dissappear, then shakes his head with a sigh, speaking soft. "I'm sorry you had to listen to her moping, aswell as seeing her leave. She hasn't been the same since her own son and mate vanished." He finally looks over at you again with caring, brown eyes. "I try and make her feel better by using my glory. I control emotions, you see, and I try and use them for the good of the cause. She hates it when I do, so she tries to leave every time I try. It might be an illusion, but it does make things better, even for a while." He gives a wry smile. "But I'll stop boring you. Keep looking around. The Enogu is peaceful, nothing would ever threaten, let alone attack you. It's Home." His smile broadens, then he bows his head at you. "Twas nice meeting you." With that done, he walks off, leaving you to follow another trail.

Risil
Spice

ID: #106
Gender: Female
Glory: Eilli Havala
Class: Theli
Birth Charity: Pasnana Mira'lasha
Parents: Quanta and Moreilli
Charity: None
Mate: None
Offspring: Mor'indal

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Shasha'lisen
Shiver at Midnight

ID: #158
Gender: Male
Glory: Cora Finien
Class: Theli
Birth Charity: Turrandoti
Parents: Korunda're'hasha x Wysa
Charity: Entrada'Felisa
Mate: None
Offspring: None

foal picture

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