08-21-2015, 10:44 PM
nocturnal and quark's imaginary girl
The willow branches stroke along her skin, whispering secrets in her ears as they caress her and ground her in her body. This one whispered about a pair of lovers who had brushed through these branches the night before, meeting in relative secret hidden behind the curtain of weeping limbs and leaves. That one murmured to her of a little girl who had been lost, a tiny thing even smaller than herself who had taken shelter against the willow’s trunk. Had she found her way home, the poor dear? No, but a sweet old mare had come wandering by, with kind eyes and a filly of her own at her side, and the little lost girl had found a new home. A better home, or the tree would have sheltered her from the woman’s sight.
Sometimes lost happened for a reason.
Another branch stroked along her spine, its tale tickling at the edges of her mind when—“Strangelet? Quark’s little girl?” Strange knew that voice, though it had been quite some time since her ears had heard it. Oh, she’d peeked in now and then, just to make sure she wasn’t needed. But Auntie Valkyrie was a big girl, and quite capable of taking care of herself. But now?
With a grin, Strange whirled around to face her friend, cobalt eyes lighting up with delight. “Auntie Valkyrie!” she exclaimed, bounding toward the still much larger mare with a playful little half rear and an excited little kick of her back legs on the way over. She reached out and bumped her nose against her auntie’s shoulder, snorting and beaming and wriggling with glee. “I like your new horns!” she said, her bright eyes going wiiiiide at the sight.
“Oooh, and wings too! Flying is fun, huh? I bet it’s fun in bodies too, I’ve only ever tried outside of mine. It doesn’t have wings, see, and it doesn’t stretch and bend and flex and shift like Momma Luna’s or Momma Sol’s or even Fireball’s. Do yours go away and come back when you want like theirs do? That’s a pretty handy trick, Auntie Valkyrie!” She jumped, stretching like she could spread wings of her own and fly high into the sky. But alas, her body did not sprout wings, and she landed much sooner than she might have liked. “Maybe someday. Or there’s always flying with Momma Luna and NocNoc!” That would work just as well. Though maybe sometime she’d like to feel the wind in her face and on her skin and ooh, maybe Momma Sol would take her flying, the next time they were together.
Come with me and you'll be in a world of pure imagination
living there you'll be free if you truly wish to be.
living there you'll be free if you truly wish to be.