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with the new moon - Oriash - 09-09-2019 Oriash they promised that dreams can come true We he had said, and the word rings in her head every time she takes flight. What a strange thing, to see the world from above, to leave the confines of her self created prison. How strange to realize someone cared enough about her to show her new things, to run off on an adventure with her. The idea of it thrills her, drives her forward to wanting more, to wanting connection and not just illusion. For so long her paintings, her imagination, had been enough. Those things were no longer enough. but they forgot that nightmares are dreams too. @[Pteron] RE: with the new moon - Pteron - 10-15-2019 The edges of his vision fade out in a symptom Pteron recognizes as belonging to weariness. The rim of darkness is not unfamiliar; he likes the way it blurs away at least a little of the world. Pteron himself is absent in the world, at least as a visible presence. He is instead a pegasus-shaped space through which the mist cannot travel. The last time he had been invisible here was to startle his siblings as the finale to a ghost story they were telling. Pteron almost smiles at the memory. A fresh scar twists across his throat, from his left cheek down nearly to his right shoulder, and as he fades back into visibility it seems almost too pink. He’d seen her in the trees far ahead: an unmistakeable combination of colors and patterns. The cloying fog holds her scent – red Loessian dust and her own unique aroma – and he trails her with ease. Pteron’s step is light, a careful slide across the thick pine carpet, and when he is just barely out of reach of a good hind-kick, stomps loudly against an exposed redwood root. Meaning to startle her, he stays back with a wicked grin on his face, his olive eyes bright as he searches her face for a reaction. Pteron had not remembered his promise until he had seen her, and he knows without looking up that the rising moon will be barely wider than a blade of grass. ”You’re a few days early.” He tells her, the weariness in his expression absent in his amused words. “Fortunately for you though, I happen to be free tonight as well.” There is a twinge along his throat -- pteron -- @[oriash] RE: with the new moon - Oriash - 11-06-2019 Oriash they promised that dreams can come true She would never know what it’s like to startle a sibling. There’s only one she’s ever met and he was like her, made of dreams and illusions and unreality. There were no tricks she could play on him, and he wasn’t the tricking type anyway. The rest were strangers to her, phantoms that Aegan had conjured so she could at least see her family once. It was the closet she would ever come to having a true family, to knowing what it is like to play with siblings, to sneak up on them at the end of a ghost story. but they forgot that nightmares are dreams too. @[Pteron] RE: with the new moon - Pteron - 11-07-2019 Pteron had not looked for her during his last journey south, and seeing her standing alone among the redwoods reminds him of that. He should have; she deserves that. Some part of him knows that they are no longer children, yet he cannot quite forget the way she always brightened at his arrival and the answering lightness in his chest at hers. It is still there, he finds, even if another part of him shies away from the hulking creature that she throws into the air. “You’re getting faster with those,” the pegasus admires, but it is clear from the side-eye his gives the shadowy teeth that he is not displeased to see it recede into the fog. At her admonition for his greeting, Pteron simply grins and tells her that “I had to make sure you were on your toes for our adventure” as though there are dangers in the north beyond more snow than is reasonable. Her mention of a monster elicits a grin and a shrug: he might be responsible, but he is not abashed, his face says. Oriash had all but clipped her own wings, and knowing that she has finally spread them creates a warm sense of pride. She’d have flown eventually, the tobiano knows, but that he had helped – even just with encouragement – is the source of the overexaggerated preening he does at her jestful attempt at blame. “You’re welcome,” Pteron responds with a cocky tilt of his head and a prideful look down his long blue nose. He’d been about to add something more, it seems, but the way he moves has brought his healing scar into her line of sight, and the playful phrase dies on his tongue. What happened, she demands to know, and a quick seize of fear tightens in his belly. There is no time to come up with a clever lie, and even if there were Pteron is not sure that he could lie to Oriash. Not when she has only ever been honest with him. “It’s nothing,” he finally tells her, “just a reminder that I was too foolish for my own good. See, it’s already fading.” The pegasus takes a step closer, and indeed the raw red of it is already fading to a soft pink. In a few hours it will be gone entirely, the burnt hair replaced with fresh new growth. Pteron hopes that his reluctance to be entirely forthcoming is enough to stop her from prying farther, to stop her from doing the mental mathematics and discovering that a wound still visible on his quickly-regenerating body had been quite recently inflicted. That the source of his injury is not only jealous but shares a home with Oriash keeps him from getting too close in his effort to show her. So instead he throws his head in a tight circle, attempting to demonstrate that the pink line is painless. And for the most part it is; the fire had burned quick and clean “Now,” he says, the firmness of his tone drawing an end to their previous topic even while a growing smile suggests he has not been entirely subdued by it. (And hopes the same is true for Oriash, even if she has not gotten the detailed answer she might have wanted). “Are you going to show me what you have learned about flying since I last saw you, or will I have to beg?” It feels a little unfair, the flirtatious smile that he gives her. It is not that he wouldn’t flirt with her in any other circumstances (he does so as easily as he breathes, after all), but using it as a distraction feels…slimy. Effective though, he hopes, and manages to quash the guilt with an expectant expression and an anticipatory raise of his brows. @[Oriash] -- pteron -- RE: with the new moon - Oriash - 11-14-2019 Oriash they promised that dreams can come true You’re getting faster with those, he says, and she can’t help but grin at the compliment. It’s easier on instinct, honestly, calling forth the first thing that comes to mind. “I stole the idea,” she admits, thinking of Darkling. “Apparently boys like to startle me lately,” she adds. It’s a shame none of them were actually flirting. Pteron flirts, yes, but not in any way other than the same kind of way as one breathes. He just does. She’s not a fool, and she’s figured that little bit out. There was some potential for heartbreak if Ori was a fool, but instead she finds herself just thankful for his friendship. Good friends, it seems, aren’t easy to come by. but they forgot that nightmares are dreams too. @[pteron] RE: with the new moon - Pteron - 11-16-2019 ----------------kiss me until i can't speak Boys like to startle her, Ori tells him with a smile. Pteron would frown if he didn’t want to ruin the moment. It’s all well and good if he startles her, the stallion thinks, but it’s not right that others do. Who has been jumping out at her lately, Pteron wonders, and will he need to intervene? The emotions that idea summons is a tangle of protectiveness and pride; she is not only his (slightly smaller) friend, but also his responsibility to keep safe as a Southern soldier. Oriash is closer to him than any of his sisters (Marni too transient, Eyas to bound with her twin, Celina too young), and he thinks of her that way as well. Or at least he had, until he admits to himself that a bit of the offense he’d taken at the idea of someone else startling her was that it was another boy and his mind had immediately place the unknown strangers as rivals. It was a little embarrassing, if he is honest with himself, and he is grateful that his spotted companion does not have the ability to read his thoughts. She’d have laughed, Pteron suspects, or worse been offended. But probably laugh, he decides, amused by the idea that he’d thought there was a possibility of romance between the two of them. Pteron knows he is a flirt – has been told so more than once – and that it might cause troubles for him in the future. He has always been quite sure that Oriash knows that his true intentions, and is sure that if he ever pressed too far she would rebuff him. He trusts the antlered mare implicitly, and never doubts that she does the same If she’d known that, perhaps his refusal to answer might have stung less. He cannot tell anyone, but if he could, she would be the one he told. Pteron realizes this just as she glances away from the burn a second time. His breath catches in his throat, and he coughs the words down as she speaks up, telling him that she wants to show off. Yes, yes, that is good. A distraction, and one he has been looking forward to for quite some time. Oriash mentions the trees, and Pteron casts his olive gaze up at them with a faint frown. They do inhibit flight, and the idea that they are something like a cage has occurred to Pteron more than once. This is not a place made for creatures of the open sky. As a result though, flying Pteron knows the nearest clearings, and leads her toward one with a playful kick of his heels. The cantering pace he keeps is safe along this well-traveled path; he’d not risk Oriash through the root-heavy forest, not in the night. He breaks into the meadow and his pace becomes a gallop leading to a single extraordinary leap that launches him into the sky. The broad white wings that flare out pump rapidly several times, and then the pegagsus is soaring over the treetops at the far end of the meadow and circling back toward her. The noise of his flight is all but soundless, and the slow speed at which he circles overhead is further evidence of the resemblance of his plumage to those of an owl. Pteron’s wings are not built for speed like his mother nor agility like his father: instead he wears wings capable of silence. They are the perfect compliment to his invisibility, which he dons as he soars overhead. His position is only identifiable by his voice, which calls down: “Now you can pretend you don’t have an audience!” he jests, the laughter audible behind his words. “Now come on, and show me what you’ve got!” @[oriash] -- pteron -- RE: with the new moon - Oriash - 12-31-2019 Oriash they promised that dreams can come true If she could read thoughts, the truth is there might have been more potential for hurt. Feelings are confusing, fickle things. Ori is sensible enough to compartmentalize, to understand that her and Pteron are and will never be more than friends, but to feel a flicker of what seems like jealousy would make her wonder. It would make her wonder and it would let her heart paint scenes that should never be painted. The truth is probably simple enough that Ori simply likes Pteron for the way he treats her, which is to say that to him, she is not invisible. To him, she is something. There is nothing more to it, but that is so very much to an invisible girl that it could become too easily tangled given a reason. but they forgot that nightmares are dreams too. @[Pteron] RE: with the new moon - Pteron - 01-07-2020 ----------------kiss me until i can't speak There are no drafts this low to the ground, so he circles beneath her with steady beats of his pale wings, waiting for whatever stunt he is sure she is about to pull. He worries despite himself, the same concern that had gripped him when Celina decided to show him her regeneration by throwing herself off a cliff or Elio by flying too close to the trees. Concern for a sibling, a sibling that is now diving toward the ground at breakneck speed. Pteron is suddenly grateful for the wind to carry his voice away, for he gasps just before she pulls up from her dive – certain he is about to see her broken in the treetops. But instead she catches herself, rising from a broken dive that Pteron is quite certain he couldn’t perform himself, and he whoops loudly in praise as she soars lazily back toward him. The grin on his face is bright, and the “Eh, you’re alright,” that comes with casual shrug of his shoulders is clearly untrue. He realizes, belatedly, that she has pulled a few stars along with her, and for a moment his smile falters. It lasts only a moment though, and he sees golden wings and blue leopard spots rather than pure and glowing white, and Pteron returns to himself, and to the adventure that he had promised her so long ago. “Shall we race to the Icicle Island?” He asks with a shake of his blue-maned head as he turns to the north. “Loser has to eat a mouthful of snow.” Rather than wait for her to agree, Pteron races ahead, and his laughter rings out behind him. -- pteron -- @[Oriash] RE: with the new moon - Oriash - 01-14-2020 Oriash they promised that dreams can come true She laughs at his response, pretending to be unimpressed though she can tell he is. Still, she plays along, pretending to pout and swatting at him with a wing tip briefly. And then his smile falters, if only for an instant, and she wants to know why. There are things he doesn’t tell her, she knows. And maybe they aren’t her business but she wants them to be. She wants him to tell her, she wants to be the one he can confide in. but they forgot that nightmares are dreams too. |