Hyaline
The word sparks some recognition, but not enough to distract her from the task at hand. She will remember it later when time has passed and she turns this day over in her mind. For now, she is too absorbed watching his every move. His steady gaze turns to face her with enough force to knock the lie out of her if that had of been the case. But only honesty shines in her innocent, dark eyes as she halts beside him.
"I would like to try again if you don't mind."
With a sure step, she closes the gap between them. The sunburnt skin of her muzzle presses into the line of his shoulder. She feels the bone shift below the skin and decides to find a more suitable place. Her touch drifts upward, moving to the thicker hide along the young stallions crest.
"There," she mumbles, before withdrawing her touch. With a deep breath she tilts her moonstone spire to rest on his pale coat, and with a quick flick from its sharpened point, it is done. A small cut opens just below his hairline, deep enough to send a ruby droplet racing down the canal of her spiral horn.
Again, just like with Thati, she is transported. Her head feels light and her vision darkens and Sibyl enters an endless plain of nothingness. "Abysm?" Her voice echoes, and echoes again, growing louder with each repetition. The sound is deafening and she cringes away, closing her eyes and pinning her ears, until there is another voice which silences it.
"I'm here."
Sibyl's eyes flash open to meet his, and she sees herself reflected in those glossy pools. She is a mare there, tall and well-built, a melding of Morgan and Mustang. And he sees her, he knows her.
"What is this?"
Her voice cracks as she speaks, it is not a child's voice and it feels strange in her mouth. He smiles, a knowing smile that somehow breaks her heart, and with a shake of his head, the world is changing around them. He shows her things, places she has never seen, places which don't exist. He is in charge here, in this world, she understands that in the way that some things are just understood in dreams. He presses information onto her, although as his mouth opens words do not form (just like in Tahti's dream) and she understands that he is trapped. That something is keeping him there in this dreamscape. She wants to help him, her lips part to as how. But the magic is fading, and with it, her strength.
Once again she is a girl in the meadow, and she is deeply, profoundly sorry. The navy painted filly takes a stumbling step backwards as her vision clears and she finds herself looking up into his face with tears in her eyes.
"You're leaving."
@[abysm] this is all over the place, but please let me know if you want anything changed! Also there can be errors in precognition, so this is just one possible thing which could happen. Usually I don't have her "interact" with her vision, but because of his trait i thought it was fitting
The word sparks some recognition, but not enough to distract her from the task at hand. She will remember it later when time has passed and she turns this day over in her mind. For now, she is too absorbed watching his every move. His steady gaze turns to face her with enough force to knock the lie out of her if that had of been the case. But only honesty shines in her innocent, dark eyes as she halts beside him.
"I would like to try again if you don't mind."
With a sure step, she closes the gap between them. The sunburnt skin of her muzzle presses into the line of his shoulder. She feels the bone shift below the skin and decides to find a more suitable place. Her touch drifts upward, moving to the thicker hide along the young stallions crest.
"There," she mumbles, before withdrawing her touch. With a deep breath she tilts her moonstone spire to rest on his pale coat, and with a quick flick from its sharpened point, it is done. A small cut opens just below his hairline, deep enough to send a ruby droplet racing down the canal of her spiral horn.
Again, just like with Thati, she is transported. Her head feels light and her vision darkens and Sibyl enters an endless plain of nothingness. "Abysm?" Her voice echoes, and echoes again, growing louder with each repetition. The sound is deafening and she cringes away, closing her eyes and pinning her ears, until there is another voice which silences it.
"I'm here."
Sibyl's eyes flash open to meet his, and she sees herself reflected in those glossy pools. She is a mare there, tall and well-built, a melding of Morgan and Mustang. And he sees her, he knows her.
"What is this?"
Her voice cracks as she speaks, it is not a child's voice and it feels strange in her mouth. He smiles, a knowing smile that somehow breaks her heart, and with a shake of his head, the world is changing around them. He shows her things, places she has never seen, places which don't exist. He is in charge here, in this world, she understands that in the way that some things are just understood in dreams. He presses information onto her, although as his mouth opens words do not form (just like in Tahti's dream) and she understands that he is trapped. That something is keeping him there in this dreamscape. She wants to help him, her lips part to as how. But the magic is fading, and with it, her strength.
Once again she is a girl in the meadow, and she is deeply, profoundly sorry. The navy painted filly takes a stumbling step backwards as her vision clears and she finds herself looking up into his face with tears in her eyes.
"You're leaving."
@[abysm] this is all over the place, but please let me know if you want anything changed! Also there can be errors in precognition, so this is just one possible thing which could happen. Usually I don't have her "interact" with her vision, but because of his trait i thought it was fitting