when you speak dreams and reality collide; lior

[Terra]

when you speak dreams and reality collide

She shrieks as she dives towards the trees, wind whistling through her steel grey feathers. She pulls up just before she hits the tree tops, then soars above the leafy green. Even now, months into experimenting with her new abilities, she can’t get over the excitement she feels during flight. She’d been able to fly before of course, having been born with wings, but it’s not the same. Not at all. As a hawk she is so much faster, so much more maneuverable. It’s such a wonderful, freeing feeling to dip and soar high over everyone’s heads, to have a view few others can see. 

But today she’s not here for the view. 

She slows, dipping lower, then drops through the canopy. She sinks lower and lower, until the little speckled hawk alights awkwardly on the forest floor. The hawk’s outline wavers, then suddenly shoots outwards and upwards. Within moments, a young silver-tipped mare stands in it’s place. She takes a few steps forward, stretching out her limbs, then stops to look about.

The Forest. 

It’s been a long time since she last stepped foot here. A year in fact. Funny how much can change in a year.

She’d been a yearling then, young and feral, having been forced to raise herself after getting lost in the woods. She’d had no idea what it meant to live with other horses. And then Ruan had found her and taken her in, let her into his family. 

She’s changed so much since then. It’s funny to think of how she must have looked then, to Ruan’s eyes. A wild little thing all alone. She hasn’t gotten rid of her wild roots of course though, not entirely. It’s part of why she’s finally come back, to visit the place that had once been her home. 

She raises her head to sniff the air, and in spite of herself lets out a happy whinny. Taiga will always be her home now, but it’s good to be back.

TERRA

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[Lior]

I look inside myself

Drifting with no destination in mind, he ebbs and flows like the salty tide of Nerine. Silver gray eyes are occupied with the sights of the spring, ears listening to the sounds of newly nesting birds. The dark stallion finds peace amongst the tall trees and throb of the forest's heartbeat.

The sound of a female voice shakes him awake despite the steady thud-thud of heavy hooves. A nonexistent brow quirks every so slightly as he is suddenly aware that she is not far off from where he slowly paced. Had she been there the entire time? The girl is dark with a shock of light hair. She is pretty and happy by the sound of things. Typically Lior would move off without so much as a nod but by meeting her eyes, he knows he must say something.

"Hello there." The tones are low and growl from the depths of his throat. The stallion does not smile nor express much more than the words from his lips and the curious tilt of his eye as the youth seemed familiar some how. Never had he seen her but he could not quite place how she seemed familiar. "Fair day for a walk." The statement is offered so that awkward silence could not creep in the space between them.

And see my heart is black

[Terra]

when you speak dreams and reality collide

The sound of heavy hooves thudding over the damp earth catches her ear, and her head cocks, eyes wide, in time to see a great beast of a stallion step through the undergrowth. His face remains stoney and still, but he offers a brief greeting in a low and gravelly voice. “Hello there.”

She’s frozen for a moment, disbelieving. When she was young and lost in this deep part of the woods, it had been a year before she’d run into anyone else (though admittedly she’d gone out of her way to avoid others). She hadn’t been expecting to find another so deep in her quiet sanctuary, let alone within minutes of her arrival.

She senses no outward hostility from the stallion, but she is cautious all the same. She draws her transparent wings closer to her sides, and reaches for her power, ready to change into the hawk form at a moment’s notice. Who knows what this stranger might want, so deep in the woods, and so alone.

“Hello.” She returns the greeting and bobs her head politely - Ruan and Reagan would expect as much, after all. Her own face remains flat and neutral, not betraying her readiness for flight. “Yes. Very nice. Quiet.” She is not usually given to many words, and this stranger certainly does not make her want to break that habit. But she cannot help but ask, though perhaps cautiously, “why are you here?”

TERRA

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