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heaven i'll never come home; any - Aloy - 08-30-2020 heaven i'll never come home
She had said she’d never come back. Aloy ![]() henlo again. RE: heaven i'll never come home; any - Shipka - 08-30-2020 snag the sky, make it bleed starlight I used to be from here. Everyone Shipka meets seems to be from somewhere else, and even, somehow, this other girl who so plainly states she is from right here (where you are from, too, Shipka,) even she has a taste of elsewhere, as if here and here are not the same place. Why did you go? The question lingers on her tongue unasked. It's the wrong question, and the yearling tips her head to one side, curiously. "What made you come back?" Shipka, too, searches for something else, some unattainable magic that hides behind the stars, and no matter how much starlight she pulls from the sky, she can never quite find it, never quite see it. It still calls to her though, makes her heart sing out to the stars above. Grey eyes run smoothly over the Wanderer, as if they might find an answer to the question in the pattern of her coat but, of course, there's nothing for her to read there. She is too young to know the mare's mother, too untravelled to have met her sire. No, the yearling has spent her nearly two-years of life with her thoughts drifting well above the earth, her eyes searching the horizon, but her feet firmly rooted among the sweetgrass meadow of her birth. "Did you find what you were looking for?" The starry girl is eager to know that others have found what they sought, that there can, occasionally, be an end to eternal pursuits. She fears that her own is not one of these, but instead like Islas, dreaming emptily of resting in the velvet sky again and burning softly over the world. Shipka carries the stars, they rest across her shoulders and back, and the wisps of her mane and tail glitter and gleam with the pulse of them, but she will never walk among them. Perhaps, though, there are other places she might go, new stars to dream under, this stranger makes her think that she could. "My name is Shipka. Will you be staying?" ![]() @[Aloy] LYR ![]() ![]() ![]() RE: heaven i'll never come home; any - Aloy - 08-30-2020 heaven i'll never come home
It surprises her to be heard. Often when in this temper she is taken for aloof and quickly left behind by whoever she has lured in. This time curiosity waits pleasantly before her when focus comes back into her eyes. Star-strewn girl, older than Aloy when she’d last been here. Someone she’s never seen before, could never have known before. That might be for the best. Aloy ![]() @[Shipka] Ratty! ![]() RE: heaven i'll never come home; any - Shipka - 09-02-2020 Shipka It's that feeling of wanting to be somewhere else that resonates so strongly with Shipka, that desire to go, except where she wants to go is not out into the world, but beyond it. Beyond the blue and green and gold of day and into the shining darkness of evening, the silver and the nearly-black blues and purples that swath the midnight sky. In the colorful autumn meadow, she is the sole memory of the night. Even Aloy shines with the day, drops of sunlight erupting from her skin as the great star climbs ever higher into a clear sky. Aloy used to be from here. "I'm still from here. From this place," her hoof thuds gently into the rich earth underfoot, "this meadow." She wasn't born out of the sky, or out of time, or out of some other nebulous magic, and left adrift, yearning to return to what she was. For those rare few, the option to return seems to be even rarer. No, Shipka yearns for what she has never known, instead. "I don't really know where I'd go if I left here. The only place I want to see is the sky, but..." Her grey gaze falls briefly on the mare's wings, "Pegasi so often think they own the sky, they never seem to realize how much more of it is above them, they only feel what's under their wings. It goes so much higher up than you'd think." And she had certainly tried. But the sky goes on forever, much further than Aloy's wandering could have taken her, so much more, even if she never stopped. "I built a staircase out of starlight once, but I still couldn't get there." It feels silly to talk about the stars when the birds have sung the day into existence and the sun dries the well of her magic. It makes her too aware of herself and all the things she has ignored in favor of chasing the night. Shipka smiles and dips her head to the copper mare, "It does get away from you," even if you never leave home, "even if you try to hold it with magic, but it doesn't stop me from wishing. I wish I could walk through the stars, and I wish that stars torn from the sky could be put back among them." @[Aloy] Please excuse my writer's block! RE: heaven i'll never come home; any - Aloy - 09-03-2020 heaven i'll never come home
Aloy has flown through nights with none other than the stars for company. She has enjoyed the sight of them, the way they spin around her as she surges, and pirouettes and banks in the dark. They are a distant marvel though, and she knows them to be farther than she can fathom (a thought that makes her head feel as though her brain is stretching against the roof of her skull). Aloy has always been more than overwhelmed by the wonder of the earth below and the sky within her reach, but she does not discount the awe of the heavens beyond her wings. Even if she does not understand how grand it really is. Aloy ![]() @[Shipka]nuu I love her RE: heaven i'll never come home; any - Shipka - 09-08-2020 Shipka She's being rude, but she doesn't notice. Her only friend has never cared what silly notions burst out of her mouth, and of course Shipka can only speak in ignorance of those who have wings. What pegasus does she know? Yet they seem so proud of their wings, preening them, and fanning them out beneath the warmth of the sun, featherdust glinting in the sun as it falls about them. Proud, taking up so much space for themselves, carving it out of the meadow. It never occurs to her that the work of cleaning and smoothing feathers, even magical ones, is a necessity and not an arrogance. "Oh, I was very high up!" She grins openly as she remembers, a child, no more than a smudge of darkness climbing that softly-glowing staircase well into the sky. The night air had been as cold and bright as the shining stars, but there is a wry twist to the grin that spreads across her dark lips. She had, of course, been very small at the time. How far could she have gone? "It was cold and quiet except for the wind, which felt like diamonds." Funny, how it had seemed silent and deafening at the same time, "but then I got distracted." The memory of that gut-wrenching fall, of that teetering moment between a missed step and a headlong rush to eternity, is still strong. It makes her belly feel like it's twisting in her gut. "I'm not really sure how high it was. High enough that I landed on the Mountain and didn't get back down until the next day." Her grin returns, tamed slightly. Shipka knows that wishes don't come true as often as they do - perhaps more often. Had she not wished that night to always carry the night sky with her and been met only by silence? It had been granted on another day, but not quite as she had intended. The cool, curling wisps of what once was hair are evidence of that, dark, infinite, glittering with stars in their depths. Aloy flicks her tail, but when Shipka does the same, there is no weight to it, like clouds, like smoke, her tail billows and drifts slowly back to place. "I guess we are both lucky that way, then. What will you do, now that you've come back?" @[Aloy] |