Rutherford wrote:Help!! Do you save the lambicorn or leave them to... t-torture?! --
Username: rem sleep
Prompt: Galla watched as the craziness died down in possibly the craziest possible way. What had just happened, exactly? She watched as the fire-fight went down between possibly the two most powerful mages she'd seen in her entire life. She glanced back at Po, who looked just as awe-struck as she did, and then at the chaos again. Well, life was full of surprises, that much was definitely still true. She felt that much as she watched the battle of two mobs turn into a one-on-one mage fight between the two lambicorns. As the fighting broke back out again, Galla stayed smack where she was, planted in front of Rutherford, staring at the chaos that was happening all around them. Miraculously, they'd almost been forgotten in the swell of chaos abounding everywhere else in sight. Galla, from her position, noticed the poor lambicorn crying out for help. She glanced back to Rutherford with a determined glow in her eyes, "Come with me. We have to save that lambicorn there-- stay close and we're going to be alright." And so the two charged back into the fray to save the poor lamb before it was too late!
Rutherford wrote:Quick, HIDE!! The Wind-Watcher is inhaling lambicorns' magic! Or do you dare to face the Elder, and go to protect Rutherford before his magic is taken away?? Save him or hide!--
Username: rem sleep
Prompt: Galla and Po did their best to weave through the crowd, barely dodging a few attacks that singed at their fur and manes as they whizzed by, but somehow or another they made it thought. Galla felt her heart beating like bad against her ribs-- well she'd gotten her cardio in for the new year, definitely! They quickly formed a defensive posture around their new friend Sephora. Galla barely had time to register her new situation and get comfortable before the magic was drained from her very core. She noticed Rutherford's eyes fog a moment and was going to say something before the same dizzy, draining feeling leeched at her too, and it took all her remaining willpower to stay strong and on her feet. She watched Rutherford go down and she did her best to defend her new friends though all the same, though her ability to stand on her own feet was wobbly at best. She kept her eyes low as the blinding light of the Wind-Watcher's form rippled out along the sky, she could see its neon blue reflection sparkling along the snow line. She did her best to stay sturdy and strong-- she had to, for the sake of her friends. Just a little longer-- she had the sense this would be over soon if she could just hang in there.
Rutherford wrote:Say one last thing to Rutherford and the Goddess while you can! Don't worry, the Goddess Aurorae is still listening! *wink wink*--
Username: rem sleep
Prompt: Right as Galla was about to be sucked into the deepest sleep of her life from having her magic drained away, a miracle occurred that Wintertide day. As a gold and white light overtook the cold, shivering blue, and the lambicorns began to rejoice, Galla felt as though she might be dreaming, as if she was on the very edge of sleep where dreams bleed into reality. Surely, that's what it was-- because what happened next was astonishing. Goddess Aurorae introduced herself and banished the Wind-watcher again, this time, hopefully, forever-- and a crowd that had been before all malice and conflict erupted into joyous cries and celebration. It was beyond surreal. It was as if this entire incident had been a bad dream Galla was just now waking up from. She rubbed her eyes with her paws and basked in the sunlight that was Goddess Aurorae's divine presence. Galla watched Rutherford's face light up when he looked on her, and she giggled to herself at the wonder, the admiration in his gaze. All was well again in the world. Galla watched as even the impish minions caught airborne gifts and danced and sang with everyone else, and all were merry and bright. As Aurorae departed and things settled down, Galla turned to her newfound companion one more time.
"I'm glad we met, Rutherford, though it was under a pretty wild set of circumstances," Galla said to him, offering a genuine, warm smile his way, "We'll have to meet again some time, when someone isn't out trying to get you! You are lovely conversation."
Then she looked up at the sky, still glittering with the ethereal shimmers of the Goddess, "And thank you, Goddess Aurorae!" Galla called to the heavenly clouds above, "We couldn't have done it without you! A merry wintertide to you as well!"
The whole thing felt surreal, even in the days that came after that fateful Wintertide night. A real miracle had occurred then, and Galla would forever feel honored that she got to see it with her own two eyes.