Dreamweaver

[Moon Princess]

DREAMWEAVER

I have no name. The only name that I know is Dreamweaver.

I am as old as the world itself, and will continue until the end.

I am of the female side of society.

I am of a brumby breeding.

I am not allied to any particular side.

I am around 16.2 hands high.

I have not a marking on my pelt.

I love the peace, the creatures I made, despite their alliance. The song of a mockingbird and the mist and fog that surround the mountains are also things I find fascinating.

I dislike those who deceive others, but I cannot hate them. After all, I created them. I cannot hate. That’s too evil an emotion for me.

I consider myself kind, maybe a bit too kind. Many say I am beautiful, but I am not vain.

I cannot hate. Perhaps, if I knew how to hate, then I would teach the Darks a lesson in respect. But I am not that type of person. People say I can be mysterious, not understandable at times. Sometimes speaking in riddles, but that’s not often, though.

I have a pelt that has undefined colours. What I mean, is that to each person, my coat is a different colour. My eyes are like my pelt. It depends on the individual what my outward appearance is. But what are definitely are the lines of curved light that seem to flower out when I step on the ground, and the deep sadness and grief that seem to be carved into my eyes. The wings that are connected to my body are beautiful shining feathers that seem to glow with a radiance matched by the moon. The horn that spirals from my forehead is metallic silver, and my banners hang to the ground, gently curing among themselves so they turn into little ringlets as they travel to terra firma.

I have often been told I am too kind. So kind that the Darks can get away with anything, but that’s not true…to an extent. It’s true, I let them get away with slavery, with cruelty, but I cannot harm my own children. Despite all they’ve done, all three alliances, I cannot hate them. Indeed, I cannot hate. I can only dislike, and that is not much. I am easy to forgive, people say. I easily forgive those who have done me and my children wrongs in the past. Apparently, I don’t speak often, and when I do, it’s in riddles. Really? I don’t think I speak in riddles, but then again, it’s all in the eye/ear of the beholder/listener.

I created this world, the Firstborn, and the Secondborn. I created the birds that sing and the streams that flow, the trees that grow and wither, and the flowers that bloom. But the war changed everything. That war broke my heart. To see my children fight among themselves…I was ready to die, even if by my death the world would plunge into eternal darkness. But thankfully my children saw that, and put an end to the war, even if it was only a tentative truce, one that could break at any moment. They set out rules and guidelines which each alliance had to abide with, and I was satisfied that was not imminent. But the war would occur one again, this I knew. I went up to my home in the sky, ready at any time to break up a war if one ever started again.

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[Eloise]

Accepted! =P

[Moon Princess]

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