Alone she stood, watching as the sun dove below the line of the horizon in the west. Summer and spring had come and gone and the crisper air of autumn shook her as it passed by. Shivering, she looked skyward again as the milky blue of dusk deepened to midnight, eager to see the first stars come alight on their stage. Tonight the clouds were as slow as sap in the dead of winter and seemed to be in not much of a hurry to move along. Catcher scrunched her eyes into a sour expression, as if the pouting twist of her mouth and string of internal begging would suddenly make them change their mind and hurry it up. Of course they ignored her, but she stayed put all the same, still hopeful to get a peek at some of the brightest flecks of gems that the world beyond could offer.
It’s possible that she might’ve been able to dream something up and keep things up to pace with the way she preferred them, but mother’s warning rang stubbornly in her mind. Multiple times, the aging mare had pegged her for getting lost in the dream world, reminding her that the world she could create when she closed her eyes would never really be living. The young unicorn would never disregard her mother’s supposed wisdom, but at the same time, she was still a girl and still naive and the ways of the world would have to be learned in her own way. But that would come later, because tonight her only goal was to feel small against the backdrop of a million glittering specks.
And when the last of the stubborn clouds finally parted, she looked up at them as they gazed down upon her. The fired splashed girl wondered if they were passing judgment, sizing her up and assessing her and debating what she could become or who she could be. Were they hopeful for her? Did they wish her all the best on her journey? Did they think she would amount to nothing? What did they think so far? Would they end up loving her in the end, no matter what happened? A part of her scoffed at the thoughts, while another part hoped that she wouldn’t disappoint them.
@[Rosalinde]
It’s possible that she might’ve been able to dream something up and keep things up to pace with the way she preferred them, but mother’s warning rang stubbornly in her mind. Multiple times, the aging mare had pegged her for getting lost in the dream world, reminding her that the world she could create when she closed her eyes would never really be living. The young unicorn would never disregard her mother’s supposed wisdom, but at the same time, she was still a girl and still naive and the ways of the world would have to be learned in her own way. But that would come later, because tonight her only goal was to feel small against the backdrop of a million glittering specks.
And when the last of the stubborn clouds finally parted, she looked up at them as they gazed down upon her. The fired splashed girl wondered if they were passing judgment, sizing her up and assessing her and debating what she could become or who she could be. Were they hopeful for her? Did they wish her all the best on her journey? Did they think she would amount to nothing? What did they think so far? Would they end up loving her in the end, no matter what happened? A part of her scoffed at the thoughts, while another part hoped that she wouldn’t disappoint them.
@[Rosalinde]
