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larger than the moon, my love for you || ilma - Svedka - 03-29-2018 the secret of our world is written in the stars He finds himself at the bank of the crystalline lake, his ivory nose hovering carefully above the quietly lapping waters that dampen his hooves, the wet and compacted sand giving way beneath his weight. The springtime wind is lush and gentle, twirling the blue and starkly white of his mane and tail within its cool fingers, playing with the red and black feather that lies curiously behind a single ear, entangled within his mane since his birth. The water is completely clear and barely moving, save for the gentle ripples that the spring wind causes across its surface - otherwise, the stallion is staring into glass. He lifts a single foreleg, white and bright with the green mountainous backdrop behind him, and paws curiously at the shallow water’s edge, turning up little smooth pebbles with his hoof. Once out of the water, he lowers his muzzle to examine them, sniffing at them curiously. He glances upwards with a tilt of his head, the mixture of white and blue cascading over one of his curious and even-bluer eyes as he stares out at the wide lake. Winter has only just waned, and though the air around him is warm and inviting, he wonders if the lake is ready for his first swim since the end of summer. With a splash (because why hesitate), Svedka throws himself with a single leap into the depths of the familiar lake. His gold and white painted skin shivers as the water rushes up to meet him, lapping gently at his shoulders and haunches. It is cold, frigid even, but there is a breathless smile on his face anyways. He takes a large inhale of breath, and ducks his head completely beneath the cold waters. Cherry blossoms float lazily in the spring wind, spinning and twirling from the higher parts of the mountains and landing on the surface of the unwavering lake, dotting it with pinks and reds. Svedka emerges from the waters, the blossoms splitting away from thebroadness of his chest as he moves forward from the deeper parts into the shallows, lipping at the flowers with ivory lips curiously and then drinking deeply. His blue and white mane lay plastered against his neck, his forelock dripping with the sweet water of the lake. Svedka pulls himself from the lake, a few blossoms sticking to the broad of his back and withers, while some lay entangled in his mane and tail. He stands on the sandy shoreline, water cascading down his legs in rivulets and pooling beneath his hooves before flowing back into the waters from whence it came. He had come up to his large weeping willow tree that cascades its branches into the water, large and leaning with bright green tendrils. He lifts his nose and closes his eyes, allowing the warmth of the sun to begin to dry his cold flesh. With a content sigh he moves closer to the trunk of the large tree, its branches brushing against his back as they drape carefully around him - though it is hard to hide the intense white and gold of his body, as well as the navy that streaks through his mane and tail. (be my escape) Svedka @[Ilma] RE: larger than the moon, my love for you || ilma - Ilma - 04-05-2018
@[Svedka] Side note: hahaha I looked up his name, you alcoholic. RE: larger than the moon, my love for you || ilma - Svedka - 04-08-2018 the secret of our world is written in the stars The summer sun is generous, filtering through his willow tree and alighting small patterns of gold and shadow on his coat, warming him with the wind from the mountains. Hyaline itself has become rather busy, and though Svedka is not one to keep to himself, he is finding that there are many unfamiliar faces in the mountain valley. The stallion, still dripping from his swim, tilts a back hoof as he lazily begins to doze - the buzzing of pollinating bees and the summer’s wind lulling him into a nap. It is not long before something stirs him awake (he is not one to doze for hours at a time, anyway), and with a curious look on his handsome face, his wide and bright blue eyes open, blinking gently. Only a few moments after he hears a voice - soft and alluring on the summertime wind - and his golden ears prick towards the sound. It is a woman - fair and as ivory as the moonlight, with lovely feathered wings at her side. Svedka has always enjoyed the pegasi of Beqanna - his own father and similarly, his sister both fly into the skies like the eagles they are, so in turn, he has found the idea of wings strange and beautiful. The woman before smells like the sun and sky - clear and crisp and free - just like his sister often does. Often times he wonders why he had not been given such a gift, but he knows the reason - he would never come back to earth if he had such magic at his sides. He smiles immediately at the nameless woman, wondering how it is a visitor from the heavens has decided to find him. “Ilma!” he repeats her name, but with a gusto as if the two had met before. The ends of his mane and tail have begun to dry in the sun, so when he takes a few steps forward to close their distance, the blue and alabaster tendrils flutter around his face in the strong wind, the black and red feather behind his ears rustling against his cheek - perhaps a summer’s rain were to happen this afternoon, with such a gale now flowing through the valley. “It is a good day,” he musefully agrees, lifting his cerulean gaze upwards to stare at the softly blurred vines of his willow, and the white fluffy clouds that float through the gaps. “And yes,” he replies, turning his gaze towards her with a bob of his chin against his chest. “I am he.” The white and golden stallion - with the same blue of Solace’s in his mane and tail - is not easily mistaken for someone else. Though he lacks the dark gold of his sister, the two are extremely alike in their looks. Most are able to figure out who is from sight, even though they do not know his name. “Call me Svedka, though I am extremely proud of my title as ‘Solace’s brother’.” A laugh resound in his chest, found as it curls genuinely on his golden lips and sparkles into his bright blue gaze. His statement is nothing but the truth - Solace is ever more popular than he is (he rather likes it that way - he could never be a king like Solace is the queen), and is prideful in the fact that she is such a strong leader. Just like father. “How long have you been in Hyaline, my friend Ilma?” (be my escape) Svedka @[Ilma] OKAY YES but technically Lavender came up with the name so she is an alcoholic too RE: larger than the moon, my love for you || ilma - Ilma - 04-14-2018
@[Svedka] sorry it took so long so here is a phone post <3 RE: larger than the moon, my love for you || ilma - Svedka - 04-17-2018 the secret of our world is written in the stars He is attracted to her immediately. Though it is not always physicality that Svedka always hopes for (though it is something he will never say no to), there is something besides her outwards beauty that draws him in. Her voice is as light and fresh as her pale coat, and her laugh is like the tinkling of sea glass along a white shoreline of the sea. It is her laugh that causes him to step closer, and though he is still damp and dripping from his swim in the lake, it does not seem to bother him as he drip-dries in the summer sun. “She speaks highly of me because she has to,” he admits with obvious laughter, wrinkling his golden nose and offering Ilma a broad smile. “otherwise people will question her own character.” His brows quirk upwards as she continues and mentions Kagerus - his meeting with her had been fleeting and brief, but filled with so much raw emotion and desire that even now he cannot figure out what happened that afternoon beneath his willow tree. The surface of his withers still show the mark where she had dug into his flesh wantonly, though there is no physical sign that shows the questions she asked him, or how dark she made him feel. He finds it interesting that Kagerus had met Ilma, and were possibly even friends, with someone who reminds him so much of himself - light, gentle, sunny. Kagerus seemed to have despised that part about him (not that he would pretend to be anything else for her, and she found herself wanting him all the same, despite his light-heartedness compared to the darkness within her), but Ilma seems to radiate from it. He notices that she is even more radiant as the sun begins to shift and tilt through the soft branches of his willow, playing shadowy patterns on her pearly coat, leading his eyes over her to the white and billowing feathers of her wings, on which he lingers on for a moment. He had always fancied wings, and hers were the most flawless he had seen - perfectly white. “I’m glad you decided to stay,” he says truthfully, his eyes slowly floating back to hers. “It’s true, I do find myself needing to wander more often than not.” He dips his head slightly (embarrassment?), still looking up at her through the dampness of his white and blue forelock, where behind his ear twirls the red and black feathers from his birth. “But each time I come back I always find myself looking for a reason to stay longer than before.” He smiles, tucking his chin to his chest and then raising his head, a soft chuckle reverberating in his chest. “I’m sorry I haven’t met you sooner, Ilma. I must not be doing my job the way I’m supposed to.” (be my escape) Svedka @[Ilma] RE: larger than the moon, my love for you || ilma - Ilma - 04-19-2018
@[Svedka] RE: larger than the moon, my love for you || ilma - Svedka - 04-20-2018 the secret of our world is written in the stars The twins themselves are - though very much alike visually (streaks of blue in their mane and tail from their father, splashed with ivory and shades of gold from their mother) - are quite different. Since they were only children, Solace set and abided by the rules. The ones of diplomacy and politics, of kings and queens. It makes the truest sense to have the winged mare as the caretaker of Hyaline, as she had groomed herself for this moment since Svedka can remember. He, on the other hand, set and abided by his own rules. When the world calls out to him, he answers. When his heart begs for love, he gives in. When his soul longs for a world anew, he is quick to run. It is how it has always been, and even now there is perhaps a single ounce of him that is itching for a new world, but there is a loyalty that is instilled within the stallion that cannot be shaken - one that keeps him coming back to his sister and to Beqanna - and when it calls out to him, he always answers. Time has marched on and with it they have grown, physically and mentally, into the two vastly different beings that are before each other, yet with the same exact wistfulness and dedication that they have known since birth - a type of loyalty that long transcends time and seasons, but is embedded deep within their bones and their souls, intertwining them in such a way that despite Svedka’s wandering ways, the two will never truly be apart. He watches Ilma curiously, enjoying the way her voice sounds on the now-chilled breeze. Autumn’s breath hangs in the valley, the wind feeling crisp against his sleek summertime coat, and the dampness of the lakewater that still clings to him. The pale woman turns her face away from him to survey the lake that he had recently emerged from and his cerulean gaze swiftly turns to follow her own. “Why Ilma,” he begins, still staring out to the crystalline lake though he can feel her eyes on him now, “I had been meant to show you that in Hyaline, everyone will be welcomed and cared for.” He remembers when Solace had first asked him to fill the duty of the Heart, and he had immediately been prepared to turn her down, even though he had no idea what the title meant. He could not uphold a position for her, enough to where it would be done well, and he knew it better to not try to pretend he could. But Solace had surprised him. The title only meant what he truly is: be an explorer, a lover, a friend, and build those relationships here, in Hyaline. Made simply, she created a job for him that only encompasses what he had already been doing. It is now that he turns his face back to hers, a small smile on his pale lips. “Though I can tell that you know this; someone else has already made you feel welcomed and cared for here, which is why you stay.” He did not mean anyone in particular - perhaps Solace, or Kagerus, or any other number of residents living within the beautiful valley. “I am only sad that it was not me.” (be my escape) Svedka @[Ilma] RE: larger than the moon, my love for you || ilma - Ilma - 04-21-2018
@[Svedka] RE: larger than the moon, my love for you || ilma - Svedka - 04-23-2018 the secret of our world is written in the stars He smiles at her - broad and genuine - enjoying the way she spoke about his sister. It is obvious that Ilma has learned to know Solace the way that Svedka knows her. He also enjoys the way she speaks about him. He wonders if he is an open book, and that is why Ilma is able to describe him so accurately, or if there is something she can see in the depths of his cerulean gaze. Her next words make his brows rise slightly with curiosity, his chin bobbing slightly. “Would you like to do that now?” He asks, already thinking of areas he had not yet explored himself, and how much he would enjoy exploring the expanse around him with Ilma by his side. His gaze falling to the soft feathers of her brilliant white wings, wondering if it is even possible for her to have missed something to see in Hyaline, with her ability to fly. Svedka’s eyes narrow thoughtfully, licking his lips before continuing: “What’s it like to fly?” His question is sudden and completely off topic, but he does not find it odd that he has done so. He thinks back to his father and asking him the same question - “Freedom,” the bay king had told him. He also remembers asking Corvus (he inhales quickly at the thought of him, holding his breath for just a moment before exhaling smoothly), and the buckskin had been unable to describe it to him. Svedka wonders what Solace would say, though he feels as if it would be along the lines of Warrick’s description. For some reason, he feels like Ilma can give him another way of picturing it and would do so beautifully. He is still enamoured with the idea of flight itself - to heave yourself upwards without a second thought, to spiral through the clouds and to shoot so close to the sun you can feel it burning up your skin...the idea exhilarates him. (be my escape) Svedka @[Ilma] RE: larger than the moon, my love for you || ilma - Ilma - 04-28-2018
@[Svedka] Fyi keeping this thread timed in summer. (: |