[open] we're like falling water, any

[holocene]

at once i knew i was not magnificent

The longer Ellie talks about her home, the more convinced Holocene is that she must see it. Not only because the trees sound like the most extraordinary in Beqanna, but because it’s obvious that her best friend is proud of her home and Holocene isn’t all that well-versed in pride but she knows that it must mean something that Ellie’s chest swells when she speaks of Taiga. It doesn’t matter as much to her that the sky isn’t always visible as much as it matters to her father and her best friend, because she doesn’t have wings and she hasn’t mastered whatever magic lets her bend moonlight to her will yet. And she’s not convinced she will ever love anything more than she loves the trees anyway.

“Maybe we should just live here forever, you and me,” she says and her leaves rustle when she shrugs. “It has trees and and room to fly.”

To her, it is the most obvious solution and, as far as she’s concerned, the only one that matters. “Lumi can come, too, if she wants.” 

But she tilts her head, considering Ellie’s question and nods. “I think he’d love to see them. He loves looking at all the trees in Beqanna. That’s probably what he’s doing right now.” She giggles, the sound tinged with fondness for the odd stallion who traveled Beqanna and collected flowers and named the trees and loved them so much he created a daughter who looked like one. 

 

HOLOCENE

@[Elegance]