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4 yrs ago
Everything around me is on fire... How on brand...
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7 yrs ago
I'm definitely solar powered.
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7 yrs ago
Furniture warriors are amazing! <3
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8 yrs ago
I need a nap.
8 yrs ago
I need coffee... Bring me coffee.
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"The beach," Aria said, smiling up at Ben. She held on to Ben's arm, laying her head on Ben's shoulder as they walked. Knowing that they had her father's blessing to go and be who they were, that they only be careful, it made Aria happy. Her mother was understandably not happy, but she would come around once she realized how much better off Aria would be once she got away from the island for a while... Quite possibly for a long while.
"We can talk, walk, or dance, or anything really. At midnight the couples can kiss..." Blushing, Aria made herself stand upright so that she was only holding Ben's hand,
"Not that we need to kiss... I mean, it's supposed to be symbolic of intent to marry..." Aria's voice trailed off, realizing that she may be scaring Ben away by her rambling.
She nodded hesitantly, her back pressed against the cold stone of the mountain side. She was close to her cave home, but not close enough to escape this man unless she changed back into her animal form. When she spoke next her voice shook,
"I won't tell anyone that I saw you... Some witches believe that humans who see witches should be hunted down." The girl dropped her gaze from the man, pushing herself tighter to the wall,
"Humans hunt and kill witches... Even when we don't do anything... Please," She said again, her eyes welling up with tears. Finally she couldn't take it anymore. This man was so close and all the stories she had heard as a young child of humans hunting and killing witches like her for no good reason, the girl's nerves shattered and in the next instant she took the form of a horse again. Her pale eyes were wide and wild, her head tossed high and her hooves stomped the ground, ready to spring away if the man moved.
"So you think that because you're filling my daughter's head with wild fantasies and ideas you can take her from her home and make her into something she's not?" Caterina interjected, reaching for Aria who pulled away from her mother and held onto Ben,
"Mama, Papa you both know I'm not like the other girls here. I want to go with Ben..."
"Aria, you are a woman in the eyes our culture and in the law," Her father said gently, reaching his hand out to her. Aria let go of Ben to go to her father who pulled her into a tight hug,
"Whatever the two of you do, be careful." He whispered in her ear, and Aria nodded as he let her go, tears in his own eyes.
"Go enjoy the festival you two. Your Mama and I will be at home by the time you get home." Aria beamed a bright smile at her father before stepping back to Ben.
As the girl dropped some of the plant juice into the pot, a man emerged from the trees, questioning her. Scrambling back in the dirt, trying to keep space between her and the man with the sword, the woman shook her head,
"I don't know what you saw," She said, her high clear voice shaking with fear, her eyes were wide,
"But no one will believe you. Please... I just want to be left alone!" She begged, pulling her legs up.
"I won't tell anyone!'
The horse didn't move much from that spot the rest of the day. She stayed close to her cave, sometimes going in, but most of the time staying outside in the sun. When the sun passed the afternoon mark in the sky, though, she rose and shook herself. It was time. In a breath where the white horse had been standing, a young woman now stood. Her golden hair shone in the waning light and her tan skin gave testament to the time she spent outside. Her eyes were a vibrant blue, standing out against the darkness of her skin. Her clothing was not what many people would consider "appropriate" for a young woman to wear, bracelets adorned her wrists, anklets on her bare feet, and her dress was lower cut down her chest, the hem only reaching her knees. The young woman stretched her arms above her head and she smiled, time to get to work.

Moving around the outside of the cave, the woman gathered plants, sticks, a pot, and built a fire that she sat next to while she ground the plants, extracting their juices. She hummed while she worked, some sort of old song with an upbeat mood to it.
Aria's father nodded,
"We know she is amazing... I believe very strongly that she is the most amazing young woman. Her mother believes that too... And that's why if anything should happen to her, I would be very, very displeased." His voice was a low rumble and Aria shook her head,
"Papa, please..." He held up his hand, cutting off Aria's next words,
"There are many fine young men on this island that were hoping to have the attentions of my daughter this evening, what makes you so special?" The older man asked Ben, his eyes piercing and evaluating the younger man very closely.
Rhian finally woke, but she was still groggy. Whatever the fruit was, and whatever it had done to her, it had wiped her strength and made her want to do nothing but sleep. Standing up, and wrapping her blanket around her shoulders, Rhian quietly walked out of the ship, standing directly out front of the door. She looked around her at their surroundings, still trying to make sense of it all. Why were there no animals? Why was everything so quiet? What secrets did this planet hide?
They walked for an hour more until the horse brought them to the cave system in the surrounding mountain side. She immediately set for one that looked more airy than the others and laid down just inside the cave mouth. It was a nice day and she had nothing to do before that evening, so the horse laid out on her side, letting the sun warm her as she lazed.
Pulling Ben up to the pie stall, Aria's parents both standing there looking a little flabbergasted at the show that had just been put on to impress their daughter. Caterina looked at her husband who was stone-faced as he silently appraised Ben.
"Mama, Papa... I want you to meet Benjamin Chase." Aria said, standing close to Ben, her had tight around his.
"He is staying here for a while." The young woman decided it was a better idea to leave out the fact that she was leaving with him until a later date.
As the wind died down, so did the scent and the mare lowered her head again but began slowly walking across the clearing. She was ready to go back home, and the scent she had caught was enough warning for her to move on. Unlike a normal wild horse though, this one didn't panic and flee blindly, instead she took her time. People came into the woods, not often, but enough that the mare wasn't worried if the scent was as faint as it had been. Going in amongst the trees, the mare wandered, clearly in no hurry to be anywhere. Turning off to a deer path, the ghost horse started off in the direction of a series of caverns and caves hidden deep in the woods.
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