[Merlin's Heir]

First one of the "elements" theme. This pretty girl is light.
To win her... come up with a short personality and write a short story about her (1000 words max).
Will end this on the 16th, or when there are enough entries.

EACH PERSON CAN ONLY ADOPT TWO ELEMENT THEMED HORSES. So choose carefully.

Username: Tarra
Name: Astrella Lightsrunner
Gender: Mare
Age: 15 years
Personality:
Life and living have given color and grace to Astrella's character: strengthening her heart, deepening her compassion and tempering her gentle innocence with the steel that comes of having made the tough decisions of life. As a yearling she had been a kindly filly, soft spoken and often willing to accede to others' wishes at her own expense. Those days are long behind her: she still retains the natural empathy that made her different, however it manifests itself more as warmth and graciousness rather than outright generosity.

Not that Astrella is not generous: she still is, just with a great deal more discretion and discernment thrown in. She has learnt, the hard way, that there are always people one can never reach, wrongs that cannot be undone, sorrows that cannot be righted. Astrella has both loved and lost in her long life, but she has never strayed from the path of honour and courage set by her forebears: her mentor and parents alike. She is a strong-hearted mare, courageous in her pursuit of light and passionate in the ways of justice and duty. These things, life will never take from her, however long she may live.


Story:
Years had marked the day she last came here; and as the pale light of day faded, taking with it the warm scents of sun on grass, she lifted her muzzle to the wind. The breeze took her mane and lifted it, teasing out its strands as it drew out her tresses. In the failing light she looked ethereal, an ephemeral beauty; but such thoughts were far from her own mind as she surveyed the darkening stretch of valley beneath her feet.

Here it was that she had first met him: her beautiful stallion with his shining eyes of gold and his deep, brassy voice; a thunderous call on the wind, a wild echo of the storm winds racing overhead. Here she had stood her ground and matched him: brilliant light against frigid roaring storm. And their pledge had been sure and their hearts strong, for the brief but wonderful time they had been together.

It was in memory of him that she came here every year now, on the day of the equinox, when the light of night and day ran exactly alike. As the sun dipped the horizon and shadows spread over the long run of the valley, she lowered her head toward the ground. Darkness crept up the vale from its eastern end, following the curve of the river that ran through it, turning its slopes to night as it came. It pulled itself up the land toward her; and as it touched her hooves the first stars of the night flared in the sky. She brushed her horn against the ground.

Light, soft and warm, flowed from the point of contact down the slope - a thin, brilliant flow, setting off shadows that withdrew in haste. It ran down the valley, along the river bed, up all the way to the far end of the vale, throwing a faint glow across the land wherever it went. The vale blushed in gentle radiance, shimmering and lovely in the fallen dusk. And standing at its head, lightly illuminated in the strong, sure light of her making, stood the pale-cast mare with her horn brightly gleaming.

So did Astrella Lightrunner keep her vigil another night of spring equinox, in memory of the mate she had loved, cherished, and would have no more.

[Nevriande]

Username: Nevriande
Name: Vevila
Gender: Mare
Age: 4
Personality: Loyal, brave, confident, short tempered
Story:
As darkness ascends and night slowly creeps out, a beacon of light was shinning, from deep within the woods. A beautiful white mare was standing in the middle of four Willow trees. However, she was no ordinary mare. She had a yellow horn on her head, and yellow hooves as well. She tail and mane was of a cream color. This was Vevila.
The white light was shinning from the tip of her horn. It was the mating season and Vevila was searching for a mate. If a stallion was the other first to shine his light from his horn, then he would be Vevila's mate for life.
However, after hours, there was still no other sign of a white light shinning. Vevila sighed as she lowered her head and the white light slowly vanished. She walked slowly out of the woods and into the valley, where she saw other mares with their stallions. Vavila turned her head away from the images that were breaking her heart, once again.
It was already the third year in which Vavlia had not found a mate. She turned to her left and continued walking along the entrance of the forest.
***
The sky was already brightening but Vavlia was still walking along the forest, her heart was heavy, her head hung low, and her heart was broken. As she walked and walked with her head down and not looking where she was headed, she accidentally bumped into another horse.
"Oh gosh so sorry!" Vavlia apologized immediately.
But as she raised her head, a charming, handsome stallion was standing in front of her. He looked at her with concerned eyes, leaving Vavlia speechless.
"It's alright, are you ok?" He asked in return in a deeply concerned tone.
Vavlia just stood there, staring up into his eyes. She tried to speak but couldn't find the right words and so she just foolishly nodded her head and heard the stallion giggle.
"I'm Carlin" the stallion continued.
As Vavlia looked closer, she realized that the tip of Carlin's horn was chipped off. She asked him what happened to it but no matter how hard she pleaded, he would not say anything. Carlin only mentioned that he too was looking for a mate, but because his horn could no longer shine, he thought he would never find a mate. At this point, Vavlia's eyes widened in amusement.
***
Vavlia is now living a happy life, with Carlin, and two foals, Carol and Valdimir. The four joined back the rest of the herd with happy faces. And neither Vavlia nor Carlin would ever need to worry about not finding a mate ever again. Their story has now come to an end, and a new one starts for both Carol and Valdimir.

[Tarra]

Username: Tarra
Name: Astrella Lightsrunner
Gender: Mare
Age: 15 years
Personality:
Life and living have given color and grace to Astrella's character: strengthening her heart, deepening her compassion and tempering her gentle innocence with the steel that comes of having made the tough decisions of life. As a yearling she had been a kindly filly, soft spoken and often willing to accede to others' wishes at her own expense. Those days are long behind her: she still retains the natural empathy that made her different, however it manifests itself more as warmth and graciousness rather than outright generosity.

Not that Astrella is not generous: she still is, just with a great deal more discretion and discernment thrown in. She has learnt, the hard way, that there are always people one can never reach, wrongs that cannot be undone, sorrows that cannot be righted. Astrella has both loved and lost in her long life, but she has never strayed from the path of honour and courage set by her forebears: her mentor and parents alike. She is a strong-hearted mare, courageous in her pursuit of light and passionate in the ways of justice and duty. These things, life will never take from her, however long she may live.


Story:
Years had marked the day she last came here; and as the pale light of day faded, taking with it the warm scents of sun on grass, she lifted her muzzle to the wind. The breeze took her mane and lifted it, teasing out its strands as it drew out her tresses. In the failing light she looked ethereal, an ephemeral beauty; but such thoughts were far from her own mind as she surveyed the darkening stretch of valley beneath her feet.

Here it was that she had first met him: her beautiful stallion with his shining eyes of gold and his deep, brassy voice; a thunderous call on the wind, a wild echo of the storm winds racing overhead. Here she had stood her ground and matched him: brilliant light against frigid roaring storm. And their pledge had been sure and their hearts strong, for the brief but wonderful time they had been together.

It was in memory of him that she came here every year now, on the day of the equinox, when the light of night and day ran exactly alike. As the sun dipped the horizon and shadows spread over the long run of the valley, she lowered her head toward the ground. Darkness crept up the vale from its eastern end, following the curve of the river that ran through it, turning its slopes to night as it came. It pulled itself up the land toward her; and as it touched her hooves the first stars of the night flared in the sky. She brushed her horn against the ground.

Light, soft and warm, flowed from the point of contact down the slope - a thin, brilliant flow, setting off shadows that withdrew in haste. It ran down the valley, along the river bed, up all the way to the far end of the vale, throwing a faint glow across the land wherever it went. The vale blushed in gentle radiance, shimmering and lovely in the fallen dusk. And standing at its head, lightly illuminated in the strong, sure light of her making, stood the pale-cast mare with her horn brightly gleaming.

So did Astrella Lightrunner keep her vigil another night of spring equinox, in memory of the mate she had loved, cherished, and would have no more.

[Merlin's Heir]

Username: Tarra
Name: Astrella Lightsrunner
Gender: Mare
Age: 15 years
Personality:
Life and living have given color and grace to Astrella's character: strengthening her heart, deepening her compassion and tempering her gentle innocence with the steel that comes of having made the tough decisions of life. As a yearling she had been a kindly filly, soft spoken and often willing to accede to others' wishes at her own expense. Those days are long behind her: she still retains the natural empathy that made her different, however it manifests itself more as warmth and graciousness rather than outright generosity.

Not that Astrella is not generous: she still is, just with a great deal more discretion and discernment thrown in. She has learnt, the hard way, that there are always people one can never reach, wrongs that cannot be undone, sorrows that cannot be righted. Astrella has both loved and lost in her long life, but she has never strayed from the path of honour and courage set by her forebears: her mentor and parents alike. She is a strong-hearted mare, courageous in her pursuit of light and passionate in the ways of justice and duty. These things, life will never take from her, however long she may live.


Story:
Years had marked the day she last came here; and as the pale light of day faded, taking with it the warm scents of sun on grass, she lifted her muzzle to the wind. The breeze took her mane and lifted it, teasing out its strands as it drew out her tresses. In the failing light she looked ethereal, an ephemeral beauty; but such thoughts were far from her own mind as she surveyed the darkening stretch of valley beneath her feet.

Here it was that she had first met him: her beautiful stallion with his shining eyes of gold and his deep, brassy voice; a thunderous call on the wind, a wild echo of the storm winds racing overhead. Here she had stood her ground and matched him: brilliant light against frigid roaring storm. And their pledge had been sure and their hearts strong, for the brief but wonderful time they had been together.

It was in memory of him that she came here every year now, on the day of the equinox, when the light of night and day ran exactly alike. As the sun dipped the horizon and shadows spread over the long run of the valley, she lowered her head toward the ground. Darkness crept up the vale from its eastern end, following the curve of the river that ran through it, turning its slopes to night as it came. It pulled itself up the land toward her; and as it touched her hooves the first stars of the night flared in the sky. She brushed her horn against the ground.

Light, soft and warm, flowed from the point of contact down the slope - a thin, brilliant flow, setting off shadows that withdrew in haste. It ran down the valley, along the river bed, up all the way to the far end of the vale, throwing a faint glow across the land wherever it went. The vale blushed in gentle radiance, shimmering and lovely in the fallen dusk. And standing at its head, lightly illuminated in the strong, sure light of her making, stood the pale-cast mare with her horn brightly gleaming.

So did Astrella Lightrunner keep her vigil another night of spring equinox, in memory of the mate she had loved, cherished, and would have no more.

Congrats.

[Tarra]

Wow thank you so much!!

[why.]

She's beauiful! Congrats!

[Tarra]

Thank you!