Post by ღE/m/i/l/yღ on Oct 27, 2008 18:16:10 GMT -5
Character:Starnile
Questing for: Beginner Class, Ice sought
Why seek this?: Starnile is a white mare, so she adores ice and snow as it matches her pelt. Plus, ice is so lovely, and she wants to add to her beauty.
The cold, cold winds of the Icy Mountain made her want to give up and go back to the herd. She knew that if she got a power, she would have a great shot at being lead mare of her herd, which she wanted so badly. Not for power, but for dignity, leadership, and the feeling.
"Namid, I call to you for an urgent matter- the ice that covers this mountain and the snow that covers my pelt." She wanted to sound respectful to the mare, the most powerful one. A Queen was the word to come to mind with Namid. In fact, Starnile might of been related to Namid, or so her Great-Grandmum has said. They all shared the same exact pelt, and Namid might be a lippazanner. and they were all lovely.
Namid heard the snowed horses quest. Namid did hear, oh yes. She looked out at the fae. she looked like herself, oh yes the mare did. Namid wondered if in some very odd, dignified way, that her and this "Starnile" were kin. Well, if so, she should probably answer the quest in a fair-minded way.
"Oh, snowed one. Your like me, only I'm better." Namid was feeling very trickery today, almost witchy. She'd be easy on this mare, oh yes, oh yes!! "Ice, right? nice choice. Granted easily. But" she smiled wanly. "You must give me something, a gift perhaps. I need you to find the most loveliest thing in this area. Shoo!"
Starnile stared in amazement. She slipped on the snow when she galloped away to find the lovely gift. Embarrassed, she slipped behind a glacier, out of sight from her maybe-kin.
"Pretty, Pretty." she mumbled. "White rocks, boring. Simple ice, tasteless. Shiny Gems... Shiny gems? " Starnile looked closer at amazingly pure red rocks, sparkling wanly in the weak sunlight. She picked them up in her mouth immediately, almost swallowing them. She raced back to Namid, who seemed to be turning into mist.
"Here, my queen." She said formally, dropping the lovely rocks. "Here."
Namid stared at them. They were pretty. "Access accepted," she said. "These are very nice. Beginner ice to you, dear."
Questing for: Beginner Class, Ice sought
Why seek this?: Starnile is a white mare, so she adores ice and snow as it matches her pelt. Plus, ice is so lovely, and she wants to add to her beauty.
The cold, cold winds of the Icy Mountain made her want to give up and go back to the herd. She knew that if she got a power, she would have a great shot at being lead mare of her herd, which she wanted so badly. Not for power, but for dignity, leadership, and the feeling.
"Namid, I call to you for an urgent matter- the ice that covers this mountain and the snow that covers my pelt." She wanted to sound respectful to the mare, the most powerful one. A Queen was the word to come to mind with Namid. In fact, Starnile might of been related to Namid, or so her Great-Grandmum has said. They all shared the same exact pelt, and Namid might be a lippazanner. and they were all lovely.
Namid heard the snowed horses quest. Namid did hear, oh yes. She looked out at the fae. she looked like herself, oh yes the mare did. Namid wondered if in some very odd, dignified way, that her and this "Starnile" were kin. Well, if so, she should probably answer the quest in a fair-minded way.
"Oh, snowed one. Your like me, only I'm better." Namid was feeling very trickery today, almost witchy. She'd be easy on this mare, oh yes, oh yes!! "Ice, right? nice choice. Granted easily. But" she smiled wanly. "You must give me something, a gift perhaps. I need you to find the most loveliest thing in this area. Shoo!"
Starnile stared in amazement. She slipped on the snow when she galloped away to find the lovely gift. Embarrassed, she slipped behind a glacier, out of sight from her maybe-kin.
"Pretty, Pretty." she mumbled. "White rocks, boring. Simple ice, tasteless. Shiny Gems... Shiny gems? " Starnile looked closer at amazingly pure red rocks, sparkling wanly in the weak sunlight. She picked them up in her mouth immediately, almost swallowing them. She raced back to Namid, who seemed to be turning into mist.
"Here, my queen." She said formally, dropping the lovely rocks. "Here."
Namid stared at them. They were pretty. "Access accepted," she said. "These are very nice. Beginner ice to you, dear."