[open] golden winged ship is passing my way

[Chemdog]

It’s been ages since he’s visited his old haunt. A small grove on the River’s edge, the ground lined in soft moss, thick tree roots growing in a circle around it so you have to step down into the emerald bowl of moss and fern. To his pleasant surprise it appears no one has found it yet, still. It is well hidden, but still not entirely inaccessible – as he can find his way to it. He tries to recall how he found it, pondering while he holds his nose to the green carpet puffing green glowing smoke through his nostrils while he sniffs at it. The display lasts only seconds before fading, only a bit of fun while he racks his broken memory…

Accalia. His breath seizes for a moment and his heart feels a small crumple.

She, like many, just disappeared one day. But before she did, they were together, and she brought him here. He remembers her fiery red coat, her adorable white stockings and her beautiful eyes. She was ‘plain’ like him, but so beautiful, one of the more beautiful women he’s had the delight of enjoying. The memory brings a string of other memories with it, like a train it cuts through his mind. A mix of distant pain, humor, happiness, and ecstasy surround the nostalgia; he pushes it off when it becomes a little to uncomfortable to keep remembering and lets his body fall on his knees and then flop to his side. Irisaen slithers out of his dreaded mane and onto the bright green moss bed, moving out of the way as Chem rolls onto his back. He takes a deep, clearing breath, staring up at the tree tops swaying in the sun and breeze. At some point he drifts off to sleep.

CHEMDOG
to the window, to the wall

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he's having a little late morning siesta next tot he river in a secret little spot