01-03-2021, 09:52 PM
She hadn’t realized how much she disliked the dark until it was all that existed. No sun or moon or twinkling stars, nothing but that odd ring of strangled light pitched high in the sky overhead. But even that made her feel uneasy, it looked like a dark pupil ringed in white iris, always watching her, never blinking - and it was cold without the sun, colder still while winter held the world in its grips, and snow, it turns out, is much less beautiful when there is no light to illuminate it.
Still, the dark hadn’t kept her hidden away at home. It was nice to be near her family, but she could see the way the eclipse had changed pieces of them, too, and it scared her. Her parents were meant to be impervious in her mind, and seeing them as anything less made uneasiness bubble in her stomach.
So she disappeared often, losing track of time with no sun to mark the progress of the day. She felt tired often so that was no help, but she suspected it had more to do with stress and a constant thread of fear-adrenaline constantly flowing from her chest throughout the pathways of her veins. It took a lot out of her to be suspicious of every shadow and each odd sound.
It is of course no surprise then, when on her flight back home she is distracted by the faint blue glow of something wandering below her. She is so used to the dark now that the light actually breathes a suspicion into her belly that she had not felt before. Did the monsters that roamed the dark glow? She hadn’t met one yet, but the stories were inhibitive of doing so.
She sweeps lower, and the only sound is that of her wings as she falls through a sky too dark to see (she no longer wonders what it feels like to be a star). When she is close enough to land, she recognizes the shape as equine and that his face seems friendly, almost as though the dark has left him untouched. Her hooves touch the ground, and for a moment she is quiet, standing just outside the glow of his body where she imagines she can feel a strange warmth emanating. There are sparks in his hair, and the first ones to lift while she’s watching makes the breath catch on her lips in muffled surprise.
He looks ethereal in the dark like this. A shade of blue she’s never seen anywhere else, though she imagines there must be gems of the like buried deep in rock quarries, undiscovered. “Hello,” she whispers finally when she realizes she’s been staring, “I’m Aureline.” But then she’s studying him again, and her face is soft and open as she traces the metallic gold in the markings across his brow and over his ears. She can see that it extends down his back and over his withers, in thin bands around each knee. “You’re very beautiful.” She whispers again, and her eyes find their way back to his, settling in the pale blue. “I hope very much that you aren’t a monster. If you are then I’ve imagined you all wrong.”
Still, the dark hadn’t kept her hidden away at home. It was nice to be near her family, but she could see the way the eclipse had changed pieces of them, too, and it scared her. Her parents were meant to be impervious in her mind, and seeing them as anything less made uneasiness bubble in her stomach.
So she disappeared often, losing track of time with no sun to mark the progress of the day. She felt tired often so that was no help, but she suspected it had more to do with stress and a constant thread of fear-adrenaline constantly flowing from her chest throughout the pathways of her veins. It took a lot out of her to be suspicious of every shadow and each odd sound.
It is of course no surprise then, when on her flight back home she is distracted by the faint blue glow of something wandering below her. She is so used to the dark now that the light actually breathes a suspicion into her belly that she had not felt before. Did the monsters that roamed the dark glow? She hadn’t met one yet, but the stories were inhibitive of doing so.
She sweeps lower, and the only sound is that of her wings as she falls through a sky too dark to see (she no longer wonders what it feels like to be a star). When she is close enough to land, she recognizes the shape as equine and that his face seems friendly, almost as though the dark has left him untouched. Her hooves touch the ground, and for a moment she is quiet, standing just outside the glow of his body where she imagines she can feel a strange warmth emanating. There are sparks in his hair, and the first ones to lift while she’s watching makes the breath catch on her lips in muffled surprise.
He looks ethereal in the dark like this. A shade of blue she’s never seen anywhere else, though she imagines there must be gems of the like buried deep in rock quarries, undiscovered. “Hello,” she whispers finally when she realizes she’s been staring, “I’m Aureline.” But then she’s studying him again, and her face is soft and open as she traces the metallic gold in the markings across his brow and over his ears. She can see that it extends down his back and over his withers, in thin bands around each knee. “You’re very beautiful.” She whispers again, and her eyes find their way back to his, settling in the pale blue. “I hope very much that you aren’t a monster. If you are then I’ve imagined you all wrong.”
aureline
dear wilderness, be at your best
her armor is thin as the fabric of her dress
@[The Monsters] let's see what happens with aureline's mind reading!