static vision, cold precision, manic control, hands off my soul
who gave you the right to decide what's right?
She returns to the Mountain much more somber than when she arrived.
The bubblegum pegasus is quiet, shedding the skin of the woman she worshipped as she climbs. There is much to be said about her naivety, too much for Cosmos to truly ponder. The frown on her mouth is uncharacteristically deep; perhaps it is deep enough to form wrinkles then and there, cemented to her face to remind her of the faith she should not have placed in others.
There is only truth in the sky, in the earth, in the water, in self.
Still, she seeks the wisdom Yidhra may have possessed. Wisdom the girl may not be able to comprehend now - there must be a saving grace to the bitter abandonment she faces. When the oceans called her mentor away, she was hopeful. When her mentor never returned, she grew bitter. A still-small faith in the ways of the universe still sings in her chest, and there is a part of her that continues to observe her feelings as if this body is not her own.
There is much to learn, this she knows. A lesson, perhaps, will be taught to her by the fairies. A consequence, if you will. What she sought after is not what she longs for any longer, but she knows that she must leave with what magic she earns.
“Fairies,” she calls, mismatched eyes strong despite their confusion. “I have learned my lesson. Idolization is for the foolish. I am not as wise I thought I was.”
your false authority is dreadfully boring me
