Iris
stars, hide your fire;
let not light see my black and deep desires
Life. It is a beautiful and strange thing, particularly for a new child who can speak to the dead. Given her mother’s magic, Straia had simply known what the voices were. There wasn’t a period where her mother thought little Iris might be crazy. No, instead, without fuss, Straia had told the little black filly that she could hear the voices of those who had died. It is a wonderful gift, dear Iris. You have eyes and ears everywhere, her mother had said, the importance of which was still somewhat lost on the tiny child. Though she did grasp at the edges of it, that taste of something useful lingering on her tongue.
Mostly though, the voices were her friends. Not that she was without friends, for she has Rosebay, though Rosebay does not speak to the dead. Still, Iris can share their whispers, and together they can play within the tales spun by the dead. Or use their secrets to their advantage.
It is a beautiful, crisp day when Iris wakes, ready to explore more than just life with Rosebay and their mother. Though she wouldn’t mind if Rosebay wanted to explore with her, for they were always better together than apart. So she finds her sister and invites her along, but regardless of Rosebay’s choice, Iris makes her way to the place known as the playground. She could seek the common lands, but other children seem like a good target to practice on before she seeks the company of adults.
The day is warming slightly when she arrives at the playground, and it is quiet still, but Iris is always content to wait in the quiet. After all, it is never quiet for her, particularly since she hasn’t quite figured out how to shut the voices off yet. She can focus on one or another, can dim them, but they are always there, wiggling in the back of her mind. As she waits, nibbling on grass, she listens to what they have to tell her this morning, to their legends and their stories.
Mostly though, the voices were her friends. Not that she was without friends, for she has Rosebay, though Rosebay does not speak to the dead. Still, Iris can share their whispers, and together they can play within the tales spun by the dead. Or use their secrets to their advantage.
It is a beautiful, crisp day when Iris wakes, ready to explore more than just life with Rosebay and their mother. Though she wouldn’t mind if Rosebay wanted to explore with her, for they were always better together than apart. So she finds her sister and invites her along, but regardless of Rosebay’s choice, Iris makes her way to the place known as the playground. She could seek the common lands, but other children seem like a good target to practice on before she seeks the company of adults.
The day is warming slightly when she arrives at the playground, and it is quiet still, but Iris is always content to wait in the quiet. After all, it is never quiet for her, particularly since she hasn’t quite figured out how to shut the voices off yet. She can focus on one or another, can dim them, but they are always there, wiggling in the back of her mind. As she waits, nibbling on grass, she listens to what they have to tell her this morning, to their legends and their stories.
iris
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