Gilded Angel, Euphoria Seeks her Peace

[Saregona]

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.

[Arabian]

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..

[Saregona]

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.

[Arabian]

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.] Freedom]

[.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