04-10-2021, 07:24 AM
CrownS
He watches the sun rise with a tinge of disappointment. The monsters wither and die around him before his eyes can quite determine their true shape, which only furthers his sorrow. Crowns breathes a sigh before slipping from the forest’s tree line and making his way toward the meadow. He will carry the memory of the longest night with him and this thought brings him some comfort. And besides, he reminds himself, there will be infinite little nights to keep him company here.
He blinks and his eyes catch the reflection of the newly rebirthed sun in them, taking some of its light for their own. It tingles down into his skull and he pauses, one hoof hanging in the air midstep. Another blink and the tingling subsides. He is too young to know the gentle touch of Beqanna bestowing gifts to her children, but he feels a sense of calm from it just the same. Perhaps the light will not be so bad after all.
The meadow has suffered from the lack of sunlight with the grasses remaining stunted in their growth. The night had consumed his thoughts so entirely that he hadn’t considered how it may affect things that rely on the sun to grow. A frown flickers across his handsome face as he continues on his way further into the commonland. Plants are not his forte in the way they are for his grandmother and Isilya, but he lets his magic come flowing from his hooves so every step deposits a fraction of his strength to the soil. The grass turns from sickly yellow to a vibrant green in his wake, just enough to get it started in its regrowth.
His glowing eyes examine the meadow before him and he wonders if Tephra has survived well enough with the aid of its people. It’s been ages since he went home, he realizes now.
He blinks and his eyes catch the reflection of the newly rebirthed sun in them, taking some of its light for their own. It tingles down into his skull and he pauses, one hoof hanging in the air midstep. Another blink and the tingling subsides. He is too young to know the gentle touch of Beqanna bestowing gifts to her children, but he feels a sense of calm from it just the same. Perhaps the light will not be so bad after all.
The meadow has suffered from the lack of sunlight with the grasses remaining stunted in their growth. The night had consumed his thoughts so entirely that he hadn’t considered how it may affect things that rely on the sun to grow. A frown flickers across his handsome face as he continues on his way further into the commonland. Plants are not his forte in the way they are for his grandmother and Isilya, but he lets his magic come flowing from his hooves so every step deposits a fraction of his strength to the soil. The grass turns from sickly yellow to a vibrant green in his wake, just enough to get it started in its regrowth.
His glowing eyes examine the meadow before him and he wonders if Tephra has survived well enough with the aid of its people. It’s been ages since he went home, he realizes now.
you got me on my knees; i'm your one-man cult.
@[Risa]