07-06-2022, 10:19 PM
fallen star, I'm your one call away
He blinks, and once again he finds himself decidedly not where he had been only a moment ago.
He had been climbing up past the foothills of Hyaline after wrapping up a conversation with a stranger (well, not a stranger now, he supposes). The beginning of a Beqannan sunset was casting long shadows across the feet of the mountains while their heads were painted in milky gold. He had meant to reach the top before the sun sank below the distant horizon, to see this land from its highest vantage point before it was blanketed by night. But he wasn’t quick enough. Or, perhaps he was too quick.
He did end up here, somehow, without a bead of sweat upon his brow to show any effort.
Rolling his shoulders in response to both the doomed sunset and his fate, Castor pieces together some semblance of confidence and moves into the meadow. He recognizes it much quicker than he had the lake-centered land. Even at this late hour, there is no mistaking the permanent hush of voices sweeping across the grasses. It is quieter, lately, however. The rising chorus of the crickets is almost enough to drown it out these days. But there are still a few friendly faces here and there as he slips into the common land proper. He makes sure to exceed every smile he is given with a wider one of his own; when he is met with a frown, he still lifts one corner of his mouth in a crooked grin instead.
He has not managed to let life bear down on him. Despite everything he knows about the potential for cruelty in their world, he thinks the way it can be overcome surely must start with one act of kindness – one smile, even – to break the cycle.
The stars begin to pop out of the ink-streaked sky above, glittering and drawing his gaze heavenward. They always seem happy, at least, seemingly dancing in place and sharing their beauty with those below. He smiles in earnest now. How simple things would be if everyone were as carefree as the stars, content to twinkle every night even against the darkness. A light breeze starts across the meadow. He feels it against his feathered wings and lifts them up, still starstruck and not paying attention to his earthly surroundings. Castor shakes them then, as if dancing back at the stars in appreciation for all they do. He is still smiling until he feels the thud as one wing connects with something as it comes back down.
“Oh!” He turns immediately to see what – or whom – he has hit. Concern replaces the awe that had illuminated his eyes on seconds before, but they are still filled with twinkling, silver stars. “I’m so terribly sorry. Are you all right?”
He had been climbing up past the foothills of Hyaline after wrapping up a conversation with a stranger (well, not a stranger now, he supposes). The beginning of a Beqannan sunset was casting long shadows across the feet of the mountains while their heads were painted in milky gold. He had meant to reach the top before the sun sank below the distant horizon, to see this land from its highest vantage point before it was blanketed by night. But he wasn’t quick enough. Or, perhaps he was too quick.
He did end up here, somehow, without a bead of sweat upon his brow to show any effort.
Rolling his shoulders in response to both the doomed sunset and his fate, Castor pieces together some semblance of confidence and moves into the meadow. He recognizes it much quicker than he had the lake-centered land. Even at this late hour, there is no mistaking the permanent hush of voices sweeping across the grasses. It is quieter, lately, however. The rising chorus of the crickets is almost enough to drown it out these days. But there are still a few friendly faces here and there as he slips into the common land proper. He makes sure to exceed every smile he is given with a wider one of his own; when he is met with a frown, he still lifts one corner of his mouth in a crooked grin instead.
He has not managed to let life bear down on him. Despite everything he knows about the potential for cruelty in their world, he thinks the way it can be overcome surely must start with one act of kindness – one smile, even – to break the cycle.
The stars begin to pop out of the ink-streaked sky above, glittering and drawing his gaze heavenward. They always seem happy, at least, seemingly dancing in place and sharing their beauty with those below. He smiles in earnest now. How simple things would be if everyone were as carefree as the stars, content to twinkle every night even against the darkness. A light breeze starts across the meadow. He feels it against his feathered wings and lifts them up, still starstruck and not paying attention to his earthly surroundings. Castor shakes them then, as if dancing back at the stars in appreciation for all they do. He is still smiling until he feels the thud as one wing connects with something as it comes back down.
“Oh!” He turns immediately to see what – or whom – he has hit. Concern replaces the awe that had illuminated his eyes on seconds before, but they are still filled with twinkling, silver stars. “I’m so terribly sorry. Are you all right?”
