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catch a falling star and put it in your pocket; Kensa - Astarielle - 12-21-2018 She was sad. It had been days since her mom had left her. Those days had turned into weeks, and then into months. The fairies had helped her with the passing of the time. They had taught her other things too, but this was what she knew most. Another day would pass, another turning of the sun and moon and she was still here. And her momma was still gone and hadn’t come back. She held out a small kernel of hope, hoped that her momma was going to come back. But it had been so long. She smiled a bit at the faerie as she talked to her, worked on getting her to talk back. Star hadn’t talked or cried since that first night, when she realized that she had been left alone, twice. She didn’t know what had pulled the other mare away from her, but it had been something. “Come on sweetie, say something.” Star just smiled a small sad smile and shook her head slightly. Her lips brushing against the small branch near her face, lips wrapping around the branch before she tugged it free. She tossed her head with it, prancing away quickly. She heard the soft sigh of the faerie but she didn’t acknowledge it, just kept on going just a little while longer. (Sorry this was so bad. @[Lyr] ) RE: catch a falling star and put it in your pocket; Kensa - Kensa - 12-21-2018 for every tyrant, a tear for the vulnerable kensa for every dreamer, a dream. we're unstoppable with something to believe in. @[Astarielle] It was perfect no worries <3 RE: catch a falling star and put it in your pocket; Kensa - Astarielle - 12-23-2018 She had paused, unaware of how close to the edges of the Den she had come. Or perhaps aware but not willing to acknowledge it. She had been to the Playground, or rather come close to going. But she hadn’t been able to go down with all those other kids to hear about their lives with their families. She hadn’t wanted too, and had balked against the fairies urging to getting her to go. So she hadn’t. They had stopped urging her to play with others when there had been tiny bleats of distress coming from her lips at their urging. But now she was alone, the way she preferred it honestly. She could learn all she needed to later, for now, she would much rather be-. The soft whickering disturbed her very serious talk with herself. Just when she had been sure this was what she wanted, she felt her heart start to thump in nervousness in her chest. It was loud, surely even the mare could hear it, it was so loud. She stills, her ears flickering with uncertainty before she turns to look. She was there, she was real and she was talking to her. She blinks, the stick dropping from her lips. The mare’s lips stretching forwards and she hesitantly stretches her own out. She inhales the scent of...well she’s not sure what because she hasn’t left the Den. But there’s what she imagines is happiness, and a smell that is particularly the mare’s own. She steps a hesitant step forwards, nostrils still flaring. She doesn’t speak, hasn’t. Hasn’t felt the urge to since that first day, but she is closer, she is curious. And above all she feels the hope spring to life beneath her ribcage. @[Kensa] RE: catch a falling star and put it in your pocket; Kensa - Kensa - 12-27-2018 for every tyrant, a tear for the vulnerable kensa for every dreamer, a dream. we're unstoppable with something to believe in. @[Astarielle] RE: catch a falling star and put it in your pocket; Kensa - Astarielle - 12-29-2018 She wants to tell her right away, she really does. But the words stick in her throat, unable to let go of that last little bit of fear that she will be left behind...again. So she does not, the words choking her. But the mare continues, unperturbed by how she says nothing. That feeling of hope flares to life brighter inside her chest, almost burning her with its intensity. The mare takes a long look around and then asks her another question. This one she can answer almost right away. She thinks about it and shrugs at first. She turns to look over her shoulder at the fairies that only looked grim when they were watching the interaction between adult and child. She had seen it only a few times before. But when she made eye contact with the one that she had been talking with, she smiles, her entire face softening. With an encouraging nod the fairy waves her hand towards Kensa before she disappears from view. Astarielle turns to look back at the mare. She takes a long considering look, before her raspy voice slides uneasily from her lips. “Won’t leave me behind again? Take me with you?” She questions, tilting her head to look at her warily. Too bold perhaps. The open look on her face shifting into wariness, into that instance look of the filly protecting herself, protecting her heart from the hope that threatened to swallow her whole. She could live through not getting picked again, but it would hurt. Her trust would be broken and it would take everyone a long time to get through the wall she would build. But speaking of what-ifs doesn’t change the right now. She waits, saying nothing else until Kensa answers her question. @[Kensa] RE: catch a falling star and put it in your pocket; Kensa - Kensa - 01-02-2019 for every tyrant, a tear for the vulnerable kensa for every dreamer, a dream. we're unstoppable with something to believe in. @[Astarielle] I'm so sorry! I thought I had replied but must not have posted it all the way! RE: catch a falling star and put it in your pocket; Kensa - Astarielle - 01-03-2019 It has been since her birth since she was last felt the touch of her mother. She sighs when the mare pulls her close, after speaking the words she had been longing for. Star nuzzles close to her, pressing her small body against the mare’s larger one and inhaling the scent that was completely unique to Kensa. She keeps talking, and it makes her a little nervous to go from such a small family of one, to a much larger family of who knows how many. But Star only nods, her face breaking out into a grin that lights her whole face. And uncontrolled burst of color changing rapidly changes her colors until it settles back onto her natural one. “Astarielle.” She says almost shyly this time, not noticing her ability. “My other named me Astarielle.” Other being her birth mother. “Take me home now?” Her voice grew rapidly smoother the longer she used it, even if her language skills required a bit of refining. Where ever Kensa went she would follow. ( @[Kensa] So this is crap, but I figure we could move it along to Hyaline. I’ll let you post first this time ) |