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out with the golden we sew // Star - Kagerus - 12-11-2020 Out with the golden we sew, and the lower past that crawls. Now, to the doorway you run, to the girl that's not lost. A sweet dream fades away as I awaken on Taigan soil. My lips smack with the taste of Solace yet upon them as the warmth of her hand gives a final squeeze in the dreamscape; come back soon, lovely, she murmurs. I always do. Ah, Taiga. Its looming redwoods feel something like home now, what with my visiting this land more than the others during my time away from the hubbub of mainstream Beqanna. Even now my eyes close to again remember the sweetness of my dream there upon one of the private Tephran beaches that Solace and I claimed on behalf of our many wandersome family members. What can I say, retirement feels good on these ageless bones! It also feels good to have my first round of midlife crises behind me. Enough drama exists in my past for a lifetime -- and I suppose that that's exactly what I have. When my sleepy hooves sink into the loam at the border of the territory, a snort of curiosity billows from my nostrils. Lilliana's scent smells stronger here than ever before! Emboldened by this discovery (and by the assurance of my friendship with the chestnut mare), I step into Taiga instead of waiting for an escort. A smile sweeps across my features. It shall be good to see my friend again. At a brisk trot, with black tail streaming in an arch behind me, I pull at my current company the fog and twist it into apparitions of foxes and deer bounding by my side. The foxes grin their wide grins and the deers' wide eyes twinkle; with a laugh, I remark to myself that it feels good to be free. Kagerus sweet nothing RE: out with the golden we sew // Star - Elegance - 12-17-2020 Had Lilliana known the Dreamweaver was coming, she would have been the first to greet Kagerus at the Taigan border. She would have drifted towards the west - to the warmth and the sleeping volcano, to the vibrant lush jungle - but she was have been drawn to Kagerus, wherever she was. Lilliana would always be drawn to the fantastical smile that the former Caretaker wore, one that could create (and destroy) entire worlds. ELEGANCE @[Kagerus] hi so you get my malleable anatomy baby, please bear with me <3 RE: out with the golden we sew // Star - Kagerus - 12-28-2020 Out with the golden we sew, and the lower past that crawls. Now, to the doorway you run, to the girl that's not lost. Before long, the sound of a young girl crashing through the woods with her father finds my ears; I smile at the sound, recalling times when I myself played with my young children in just such a way. When I could, anyhow; leadership so often steals those precious years from parents. I can only hope that I did well and make amends for the areas in which I failed my beloved children. Oriash comes to mind, she who now graces our family with her presence with a dependable regularity; I close my eyes and picture her buckskin-and-blue hide now, with her proud antlers and her demure ways. Such a beautiful and aching mixture of Solace and I. With her image behind my eyes, I send a prayer of thanks to the forces that be, thanks for a daughter's forgiveness, the sweet taste of which far outweighs the putridness of a mother's neglect. Thank you. Then, the crashing sound meets me full on. Are you a friend of Uncle Yan? Comes the voice, belonging to one alabaster filly not ten feet in front of me. I smile, thinking that the name she mentions rings a bell, but I don't have time to ponder further as she offers me a childlike description of the character at hand. "I am afraid I do not know this Yan personally," I say, stepping to the girl with a lowered head to offer first an exchange of breath and then a rumple of her sweet-smelling forelock. My maternal instincts must be acting up today! I step back. "But if he is a friend of yours, then he is a friend of mine. My name is Kagerus." Then, with a blink of her wide blue eyes and a shuffle of her downy wings, my new friend asks my about my apparitions. I laugh at this, an easy and crystalline sound. "They are more a part of me than friends of mine, but I consider myself a friend, so, yes." I say this last word with dramatic emphasis and with a decided nod of my Arabic head. Then, I send the creatures toward the girl, their noses twitching and their bellies showing as they roll and grin and frollick about her. Kagerus sweet nothing RE: out with the golden we sew // Star - Elegance - 01-02-2021 "Everybody meets him eventually," Elegance shares good-naturedly with the newcomer. ELEGANCE RE: out with the golden we sew // Star - Kagerus - 01-06-2021 Out with the golden we sew, and the lower past that crawls. Now, to the doorway you run, to the girl that's not lost. Everyone meets him eventually! We call him a guardian here. He's my uncle but he's very kind. I smile at the sweet filly's thoughtful delivery of her speech, at the furrow of her brow and her shyest of smiles. I lend a fond eye to her downy white wings, remembering the wings which so many of my family members wear. My shoulders itch with the desire to sprout my own -- something about my mirror neurons firing -- but I resists the urge, instead deigning to smile back at the filly to encourage her confidence. My name is Elegance. "A pleasure to meet you, Elegance." But call me Ellie, please. I chuckle. "Ellie, then. My name is Kagerus. If you'd like, you may call me Koko." Koko, a name by which my grandchildren refer to me; for some reason, it feels fitting to ask this little girl to call me the same. Something about her wide eyes and shy smile but eager voice endear themselves to me. Or maybe I'm just a sucker for the little ones. Might as well be both! Before long, the clouds entrance miss Ellie. She wonders aloud to me of their origin, of my making, and I give her a few more minutes to nuzzle the fog animals and giggle and experience the wonder of childhood before I answer. Childhood flies by far too fast far too often. So, for now, we just... Slow down. So, with the sun filtering through the great woods above with an oft-forgotten leisure, I stand with the child. I fabricate more wonders, other animals and shapes; in her hair I place colourful flowers and twinkling lights, bending the world in whatever way makes her smile and laugh all the more. A gift I could not give every one of my children. Something to, hopefully, brighten the future. As I inhale to speak, I draw away the fog, leaving the flowers. "Alas, no, child, I am not a god." I chuckle again, the sound low and soothing. "I am just a woman with some magic in my veins. And a mother, and a grandmother. Oh, and I'm friends with a woman named Lilliana whom I happen to know lives here." I cast a squinted eye upon the filly. "You wouldn't happen to know her, would you Ellie?" Kagerus sweet nothing @[Elegance] RE: out with the golden we sew // Star - Elegance - 01-14-2021 She beams a smile up at Kagerus and finds that she enjoys the formality of their conversation so far. It has flowed so prettily - fluid, like water she thinks - and it makes it hard for Elegance to stand still. This interaction has felt like dance and it makes her hooves itch to move. But she stays still apart from the sudden flare of her petite wings, proud to show them off to her new friend. ELEGANCE RE: out with the golden we sew // Star - Kagerus - 01-20-2021 Out with the golden we sew, and the lower past that crawls. Now, to the doorway you run, to the girl that's not lost. "They call me Koko because in my family, that means "grandmama" as you call your grandmama," I explain to the sweet girl with a smile. I had deigned not to comment on her expressed lack of elegance, knowing that I'd otherwise launch into a spiel about the true meaning of womanhood and the pursuits in life which far surpass those of impressing men... Something I figure that, at this time, might not be my place to tell miss Ellie. "You may, however, call me whatever you wish." "I suppose that I don't know many people who can, either," I reply to her query about the quantity of my magic. "But that's not such a bad thing. Great power in cruel hands wreaks havoc... Better to find the magic in the quieter corners of the land." Here I bite my tongue again, not quite sure that the girl I just met an hour before maintains much of a socio-political outlook on life just yet. Hell, I barely do anymore; I couldn't tell you top from bottom in the Beqannan way of things these days. After all, I take my own advice very seriously and spend most of my time tucked away in a corner of Tephra with Solace and whomever of our family so happens to meander by on any given day. "Well, it would seem as though your grandmama and I must have missed each other in the crossing!" I allow with a gust of breath, grinning as I imagine us passing by in the Beqanna's no-man's-lands on our ways to each other's kingdoms. "A moment of serendipity indeed," I laugh, reaching to again nuzzle Ellie's foofy forelock. And so, with the remainder of the day ahead of us and no great rush laying claim to either of our hours, my new friend Elegance and I play with the magic in my veins and cavort about Taiga. In that back of my mind, I save these moments for later viewing, cherishing this day as one of the sweet and simple ones. Kagerus sweet nothing @[Elegance] |