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luminous beings we are [any] - skywalker - 03-23-2023 Some said that her head never left the clouds. Well, what a lucky thing that she has wings to keep the rest of her body up there too. Her family had no patience for her woolgathering and she’d finally grown tired of their constant, pointed remarks. So, she had taken to the skies, not really intending to leave them behind, nor really planning to return to their viperous den. She’s been drifting along for a while now, with little heed to time or location. Instead, she wheels and tumbles along with a haphazard wind, performing aerial acrobatics of childish glee in the dwindling daylight. It is only when the sun is ready to sink behind the mountains on the horizon that she realizes it might be time to touch down again. None of the landmarks are known to her, but with the reckless courage of the child that she is, she begins her descent with utmost confidence. The field of lavender, vibrant even in the fading light, catches her eye immediately and she beelines toward the large tree at its midst. She lands lightly just outside of its skirt of low-hanging branches and quickly ducks into the shuttered space, the only sign of concern for her own safety. Still, it is fleeting and her face gently parts the willows so that she may stare around at the unfamiliar place. Her nose twitches with unbridled excitement and delight as she inhales the sweet, intoxicating scent of the innumerable flowers surrounding her. Though she does not know it, she is fortunate to have chosen this place to roost for the night. The beauty of the Gates is wholesome and genuine, rather than a clever costume meant to conceal a villainous heart. It may not yet be her intention to take up residence here, but she could easily be convinced.. except there doesn’t seem to be anyone within close range that might officially extend an invitation. And so, with cheerful naivety, she calls out in her pleasantly shrill voice.. ”Hello…?” bg by ferrisfiras (just for reference, she's about a year old) RE: luminous beings we are [any] - Viszla - 03-24-2023
RE: luminous beings we are [any] - skywalker - 03-27-2023 Flighty, not only in the way she loves to take to the skies, but also in demeanor, she soon forgets that she’s called for anyone that might be in the vicinity. She snaps playfully at the pliable green branches dangling near her face, her dark grey eyes sparkling with delight. As the horizon deepens into an array of sapphire blues, royal purples, and warm pinks and oranges, the soft blinks of firefly lights capture her attention just as quickly. The way they dance and swirl through the air lends a magical feeling to the scene, an intoxicating ambrosia to someone still so in love with the simple, beautiful things in life. Simplistic beauty is appropriate for describing this place and she is already taking a shine to the Gates. The sense of inadequacy laid at her feet by the members of her family evaporates like a morning dew subjected to the warmth of the midday sun. Though she still values those blood ties, she longs for acceptance of her natural persona, for someone to feed the boisterous young flame of her heart instead of curbing its enthusiasm. As she stares at the glowing insects swarming peacefully through the air, she wonders if she should petition for this to become her new home. But who is there to listen to her supplication? As though some all-knowing deity hears her silent plea, the gentle steps of an approaching creature reach her ears. The pale specter that is Myrna comes into view, a dramatic contrast to the filly’s glossy raven appearance. Never suspicious of motives of strangers, she moves forward to meet Myrna, head bobbing in her eagerness. Her breath catches slightly on inhalation, then escapes in an awestruck sigh. ”Oh, you’re pretty! It is not difficult to see and hear the innocent honesty in her eyes and tone. Her face breaks into a sweet smile as she continues without pause, ”And yes, that was me! My name is Sky.. well, Skywalker, but Sky is easier. Is this your home? Can I stay here?” She blinks expectantly, not realizing that there is a chance that this mare may not have the authority to extend an invitation to her, or even that her rapid-fire delivery might be difficult to follow. bg by ferrisfiras @ Viszla RE: luminous beings we are [any] - Viszla - 04-24-2023
@ skywalker RE: luminous beings we are [any] - skywalker - 05-07-2023 Skywalker "I don't want my life to imitate art, I want my life to be art." -Carrie Fisher The Gates. Of course, the name means very little to the girl, but she finds it just as appealing as the glowing swarm of fireflies that dance around her head, or the exhilarating scent of lavender that tickles her nostrils, or the benevolent woman that stands before her. Her body nearly vibrates with excessive energy, but she listens quietly and as patiently as she can while Myrna speaks. For a moment, she wonders what is meant by ‘new-old’, but Myrna continues and describes an innate pull to the Gates. Sky tilts her head inquisitively and laughs, not unkindly, but because she cannot imagine anyone believing this place to be silly. “I don’t think it’s silly at all, this place is like magic and I really like it here!” A sharp squeal of delight follows quickly as Myrna offers up the Gates as their new home. The black filly hops in place several times, wings whipping the nearby willow branches into a frenzy to match the excitement swelling in her young heart. “I’d love to share a home with you!” She continues in her celebration, though without as much volume. It’s a good thing, too, for she might have missed hearing Myrna’s name. If she could clap her hands as a joyous human child might, she would be doing so in this very moment. “I’m glad I met you, Myrna.. you’re much nicer than my family.” There is an edge of hunger in her voice. It is not born of being raised in an unsightly land, but of being subjected to emotional ugliness almost daily. The humorless ribbings, the irritated sighs, the angry admonitions—all because of her exuberance, her curiosity, her being herself. She cannot help but cling to the acceptance and kindness, the potential to create a new family, that Myrna gives her. A yawn splits her face briefly as the night continues to descend upon them and she draws a bit closer to the mare, a trace of drowsiness beginning to creep over the dark grey eyes she turns up at Myrna. “Do you have any stories about the Gates? I’d like to hear them, if you do..” @ Viszla RE: luminous beings we are [any] - Viszla - 05-07-2023
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