Username: Ashenjay, you know? ;3
Name:
Єиʏα
(Enya- en-yah)
Meaning?
this means fire. Originally a name suggested for my rune dragon, by Benathorn. Since then it was stuck in my head, and I so wanted to use that cute name- and it seemed perfect for this dear winnow. Red, like flame.
Name:
Єиʏα
(Enya- en-yah)
Meaning?
this means fire. Originally a name suggested for my rune dragon, by Benathorn. Since then it was stuck in my head, and I so wanted to use that cute name- and it seemed perfect for this dear winnow. Red, like flame.
Dislikes;;
-Boredom
-Dampness
*different
from water.
She loves storms!
-Sleep
-Nightmares
Likes;;
-Fire
-Lightning
-Dancing
-Extreme things
-Sports
Age:
In human terms, 16
Story:
A night of storms
"Oh, no," moaned a young winnow. He stared outside, his eyes droopy. "It's going to rain soon..."
He wasn't the only one who noticed. The winnows pricked their ears and looked at the sky, to see gray clouds gathering in.
"Tonight, it will be stormy. Let's all find a cave to stay in." they agreed.
Feeling gloomy and weary, they searched for a large cave for the whole herd to stay throughout the night.
At last, they found a cavern- a place where two gigantic boulders were leaning against each other, making a huge whole between.
"This is the place!" they realized. Hurriedly, they shuffled inside and sat down, letting out content sighs in the cave.
They relaxed, hoping that the storm would pass soon- but just as some were drifting off to sweet sleep, one winnow shrieked out loud.
"Where's Enya?"
________________________
"Weaklings," chuckled a bright, red, overactive young winnow. She grinned in the distance where everybody else had gone. "Why sulk in a cave...when there's the outside?"
Storms? She thought sarcastically. They are a source of play, not sulking.
She lifted her head proudly, greeting the rainstorm- as the first droplets came down, she laughed and drank them with her tongue. They were fresh and delicious.
Lightning crackled in the horizon.
"Yes! Lightning!" she cried in delight. She watched in awe as vivid bluish-white light lit up the horizon, soon followed by a rumble of thunder.
"I just love this," she murmured to herself. Her blue eyes were bright with enthusiasm, as she stood, alone, in the wide meadow only with the company of rain and lightning and thunder.
_________________________
That night, it stopped raining.
Eventually Enya returned to her herd; it was no problem finding them, really.
"Enya!" her parents gasped. "Where have you been? We've been worried sick!"
"I had fun playing in the storm."
"You..."
"Yes. I played in the storm. They aren't about gloominess, you know? Just look at the lightning!"
Her parents exchanged startled and exasperated looks. Then, they sighed.
"At least you're back safe."
"Of course I am!"
Then everything returned to normal and, as if nothing had happened, they walked deeper into the cave to have, for once, a peaceful time.
Link to drawing:
In human terms, 16
Story:
A night of storms
"Oh, no," moaned a young winnow. He stared outside, his eyes droopy. "It's going to rain soon..."
He wasn't the only one who noticed. The winnows pricked their ears and looked at the sky, to see gray clouds gathering in.
"Tonight, it will be stormy. Let's all find a cave to stay in." they agreed.
Feeling gloomy and weary, they searched for a large cave for the whole herd to stay throughout the night.
At last, they found a cavern- a place where two gigantic boulders were leaning against each other, making a huge whole between.
"This is the place!" they realized. Hurriedly, they shuffled inside and sat down, letting out content sighs in the cave.
They relaxed, hoping that the storm would pass soon- but just as some were drifting off to sweet sleep, one winnow shrieked out loud.
"Where's Enya?"
________________________
"Weaklings," chuckled a bright, red, overactive young winnow. She grinned in the distance where everybody else had gone. "Why sulk in a cave...when there's the outside?"
Storms? She thought sarcastically. They are a source of play, not sulking.
She lifted her head proudly, greeting the rainstorm- as the first droplets came down, she laughed and drank them with her tongue. They were fresh and delicious.
Lightning crackled in the horizon.
"Yes! Lightning!" she cried in delight. She watched in awe as vivid bluish-white light lit up the horizon, soon followed by a rumble of thunder.
"I just love this," she murmured to herself. Her blue eyes were bright with enthusiasm, as she stood, alone, in the wide meadow only with the company of rain and lightning and thunder.
_________________________
That night, it stopped raining.
Eventually Enya returned to her herd; it was no problem finding them, really.
"Enya!" her parents gasped. "Where have you been? We've been worried sick!"
"I had fun playing in the storm."
"You..."
"Yes. I played in the storm. They aren't about gloominess, you know? Just look at the lightning!"
Her parents exchanged startled and exasperated looks. Then, they sighed.
"At least you're back safe."
"Of course I am!"
Then everything returned to normal and, as if nothing had happened, they walked deeper into the cave to have, for once, a peaceful time.
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