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you need something that i want - parish - 08-30-2021 Parish’s father always looked at her with some strange, proud gleam in his eye. He wasn’t particularly affectionate, but he watched the twins as their personalities and powers grew and felt an almost fatherly pleasure bloom in his chest. He would never feel quite like a father to them (those few emotions are reserved for his family back in Pangea, though Parish didn’t know that, not now). Pride isn’t something the feathered filly has learned to recognize—not yet—so when the demon’s eyes shine, she only feels a strange spur of magic and continues with her little tricks. As a babe, she conjured tiny rainstorms, throwing cloud after tiny, gray cloud over her brother until his feathers flared in extreme irritation and he bared his baby canines. She knows no other consequence than the annoying bite of his small teeth, so she has always continued her capricious practice of magic, giggling when Raum nipped angrily at her ankles and hide. It has always been this way: comfortably annoying in Hyaline, waiting patiently for Draco’s sudden arrival or another creative way to annoy her mother. As life shrank smaller, as Draco grew busier and more powerful and her mother more attuned to her tricks, Parish became bored; and that is what she is as she stands on the windy, winter-creeping border of Hyaline. She casts a long face behind her, awkward and gangly in the way yearlings are, but hardly feels any apprehension. Parish sets her mouth grimly instead, wondering if the magic she has practiced will hold well outside of these borders. So, she decides to test such magic, light trailing her faintly through the days it takes to arrive in the Pampas. There was hardly any talk of borders or politics among her family, so when she smells the air change, she barely gives it notice. Parish is more focused on the coalescing winter colors of the Brilliant Pampas autumn wildflowers. A curious hum (one so like her fathers) fills her ears as she calls a cloud down to water the flowers; but with her growing age comes growing power, and the young palomino accidentally summons a storm cloud at least a mile wide. She looks up, bright eyes blinking as the weight of her magic makes her hide shiver with exertion. “Wow,” Parish murmurs, eyes closing as a single raindrop splats violently against her muzzle. @“sickle” RE: you need something that i want - Sickle - 09-01-2021 sickle @parish RE: you need something that i want - parish - 09-09-2021 Parish is so tired now; but the desire to observe the rain as it falls and mutes the wildflowers' brilliance is stronger than her desire to lay down. She studies the gemstone colors: amethyst, topaz, ruby, emerald—all colors that seem so impossibly vibrant that she thinks they must be fed by plant-adept magic. Their beauty is almost too much, and Parish nearly admits to herself that she likes how the gray clouds wash out their colors. Surprise colors Parish’s widened eyes as a disgruntled filly plops into existence directly in front of her. The palomino takes a surprised step back, scattered rainbow feathers fluffing in apprehension. She frowns, blinking bright eyes as if just as disgruntled by Sickle as Sickle is by the rain. “Yeah, it was,” she answers quickly, uncertain if she should admit it’s her fault she made the sun go away. There’s a small weight of shame tied to her tongue, a child’s fear that someone would be angry with her for accidentally creating a storm. The frown from before tugs at her mouth again and Parish sighs—as if the whole of the earth could not measure up to the decision she is faced with. Finally, the filly concedes, “I did it. I didn’t mean to. I can make small thunderstorms but I . . . I’ve never made one this big.” She looks up at the sky as she speaks, but immediately regrets it. As if just peering at the clouds made her power flow, the rain went from a smattering to an onslaught. Parish squeals and her feathers flare again as the rain forces her to shut her eyes and shield her nose. “I don’t know how to make it stop!” she cries, but a little giggle burbles out after, and she can’t quite say she’s unhappy with the downpour. RE: you need something that i want - Sickle - 09-12-2021 sickle @parish RE: you need something that i want - parish - 09-23-2021 It feels good to relax like this. No pressure from an unexpected visit from her father, no watching her back just to make sure her brother doesn’t sacrifice her to the entities. Pure, unadulterated childishness. It’s a rare sight for Parish. Though she has never known hunger or true fear, this relaxation is so deeply imperative to how she grows into herself. She’ll remember these carefree moments for the rest of her life, thankful she knew what it was like to ease her emotions before she was too old to truly escape. “I won’t!” Parish yells back with an unabashed laugh. She throws her head back and crows, never mind the fact that she couldn’t stop the coming onslaught even if she tried. Her laughter echoes as she stumbles into a gallop after Sickle, mismatched eyes glimmering with such playful delight. Parish’s heart races with the sensation of chasing, legs clumsily eating up the earth to try and catch her new friend. “Let’s play tag!” she screams as lightning flashes overhead. Closer and closer she draws to Sickle, when finally she is close enough to nip at her friend’s rump and then stumble into a pivot. RE: you need something that i want - Sickle - 10-03-2021 |