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you know i'm never alone - crowns - 04-10-2021 CrownS He watches the sun rise with a tinge of disappointment. The monsters wither and die around him before his eyes can quite determine their true shape, which only furthers his sorrow. Crowns breathes a sigh before slipping from the forest’s tree line and making his way toward the meadow. He will carry the memory of the longest night with him and this thought brings him some comfort. And besides, he reminds himself, there will be infinite little nights to keep him company here. He blinks and his eyes catch the reflection of the newly rebirthed sun in them, taking some of its light for their own. It tingles down into his skull and he pauses, one hoof hanging in the air midstep. Another blink and the tingling subsides. He is too young to know the gentle touch of Beqanna bestowing gifts to her children, but he feels a sense of calm from it just the same. Perhaps the light will not be so bad after all. The meadow has suffered from the lack of sunlight with the grasses remaining stunted in their growth. The night had consumed his thoughts so entirely that he hadn’t considered how it may affect things that rely on the sun to grow. A frown flickers across his handsome face as he continues on his way further into the commonland. Plants are not his forte in the way they are for his grandmother and Isilya, but he lets his magic come flowing from his hooves so every step deposits a fraction of his strength to the soil. The grass turns from sickly yellow to a vibrant green in his wake, just enough to get it started in its regrowth. His glowing eyes examine the meadow before him and he wonders if Tephra has survived well enough with the aid of its people. It’s been ages since he went home, he realizes now. you got me on my knees; i'm your one-man cult. @[Risa] RE: you know i'm never alone - Risa - 04-13-2021
@[crowns] RE: you know i'm never alone - crowns - 05-02-2021 CrownS He’s surprised at how the bright colors of the reviving plants almost hurt his eyes. Crowns had gotten used to seeing everything in a veil of blues and purples, it seemed, and now the reds and yellows felt like fire in his pupils. But he savors the burn and lets the plants continue pinching off little nibbles of his magic for themselves. The blanched stalks of grass and the wilted flower petals make a feast of these crumbs and stretch into their old shapes so easily with just a little encouragement. Of course, he doesn’t speak to them in the ways his grandmother or Isilya do, but they keep their flower-faces turned to him as though he is their sun. This is more than enough for him. Crowns lifts his gaze to the stranger when she comes peeking out from behind a tired old oak. Her voice is almost snatched off by the breeze, but he manages to catch her words just enough to make them out. He turns and considers the blistering brightness of the wild grasses a moment. She asks an excellent question, he thinks. Who knows what the world is really meant to look like? So he initially offers only a shrug. “Maybe parts of it. But it can’t all be the same or it becomes monotonous, don’t you think?” he asks with a gentle chuckle. “Some of my favorite parts of the world don’t have much color at all.” He thinks of the perfect white snow and how it reflects the sun so bright he has to squint to see, or the blue-black of the ocean when he plunges deep enough beneath the waves. Colors like this wouldn’t stand a chance in those places. But they don’t belong there - they belong right here, in this meadow. “My name is Crowns. What’s yours?” you got me on my knees; i'm your one-man cult. @[Risa] RE: you know i'm never alone - Risa - 05-15-2021
@[crowns] RE: you know i'm never alone - crowns - 05-23-2021 CrownS He has existed so briefly in this world that he has not yet considered what existence may be like beyond this plane. Youth keeps him naive and ignorant, only dimly aware that death occurs at all. And it certainly doesn’t occur to him that she may be one of the wandering souls who found their way through the veil during that strange night. Instead, he assumes she is only another shy girl finding her way through this world. (This is not to say that her seemingly fragile state does not intrigue him, though.) “Risa,” he repeats when she seems more sure of the name. He offers her a gentle smile in thanks. “I like it.” Before he can compliment her further, she asks her question and he tilts his head curiously at it. Had she never seen the perfect chill of a northern winter? It seemed so commonplace to him even in his few short years. But he is careful not to furrow his brow or let his expression be mistaken for judgement in any way. Instead, he nods in delicate affirmation. “The north is mostly white and gray. But I like it there, with all the snow and the cold. It feels peaceful.” He carefully shares the memory of the frigid winter with her, then. Crowns relives the chill of the wind against his fevered head and the way it wrapped around his shoulders until he felt at ease once more. It was something like the first drink of cold water on a terrible summer day. He breathes a sigh of relief even now at the thought of it. “Color isn’t necessary for something to be beautiful, I think,” he says at last as he withdraws the recollection from her. you got me on my knees; i'm your one-man cult. @[Risa] RE: you know i'm never alone - Risa - 05-26-2021
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