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Time always marches forward, ill-prepared for it as we all are. The entire day had passed, but Seafoam's mood remained the same. She still had many questions, some which she feared she'll never have the answers to. The most important realization was that in her emotional distress she failed to hear something important her mentor had to say. And every sentence was important, she should have been more observant to not overlook. "I don't know when, or if, I'll be back." 'When'. When she would be back. It's speculation, of course, but it's hope. Even if it was going to take a hundred years to realize, Rosa never planned to give up on Seafoam. It's a comforting thought amidst her grief.



Caught alone in her room, Seafoam surged with potent fuel. The kind of adrenaline one only experiences in combat, or conquering mother nature. She had no idea what to do as her hooves gripped the carpet floor to root herself in place. Every feather on her wings begged to be set free to the open air. Her heart doubled its rhythm in her chest, granting her power. New power.A forehoof betrayed her command, ripping off a patch of her carpet as instinct thrust her leg to the side. the instinct was familiar and trained from years a discipline. The vampmare contained her urge to whine in confusion while the adrenaline shot in her veins. This odd feeling however, she knew what it was. She knew why her hoof acted the way it did. What new instinct sprung up from inside of her.The instinct to wield. As if it had always been there, a beautiful ornate sword was now in her possession. The blade itself bellowed with passion, communicating its desires to her. Rosa had already relinquished her role. Seafoam is The Huntress. The weapon of The Huntress exuded life all through the night. Whether lit by Seafoam's emotions, its own, or perhaps even Rosa's, the magic was explaining all to Seafoam. And in turn, she opened herself to it. Mere words had no place being exchanged. Just Seafoam, and this blade, gifted to her by Rosa, understanding each other while it still burned bright. Seafoam's toolset is expanding. And just in time for her to get to work.

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Thanks to our artist Baby (tag her pls!) for drawing these two pieces. I've been eager to show off the new sword Seafoam owns as The Huntress, marking this chapter in her stories to come. And thank you Rosa for giving me all of this so far. Even though we didn't truly RP that much, You made a sure-fire mark on my most intricate character.