05-22-2021, 07:06 PM
one lives in hope of becoming a memory
I don’t normally act this way, but something within me felt the urge, and so I skip toward the Brilliant Pampas. My wings, normally difficult to see under the light of day, had become so bright that they cast block out the shadows around me. I’m sure it will annoy Obscene. The thought of this brings a sardonic grin to my face as I allow them to buoy me up so that I move faster through the land until I stand at the edge of the small meadow where they had begun to gather. A smile slips to the corner of my lips once more, though this one stating plainly the excitement that I feel for such a party.
The first thing I notice is the mare as she changes into human form to match Obscene. But why her? Because I pick up a casual emotional memory from her that the chaos has gifted her the ability to see all. That sounded like fun. So I casually dip into the same magic, and now I know all, too. And with that all, I think up the best kind of gift I can think to bring to this party.
I slide away from my horse figure into that of a girl–tall, with fiery red hair, and ice-blue eyes, wearing nothing more than a very short skirt, with lacy-white undergarments peaking through, very bright yellow skirt, electric pink pasties over some voluptuous breasts, and an orange and white and yellow fishnet shirt that only falls to just over the belly button.
It’s such a weird sensation to walk toward them on two feet, but my bare feet glide effortlessly through the tall grasses and poppy flowers. I walk straight over to the devilishly handsome @[Obscene] and offer him a tray lined with little gel capsules containing small crystal fragments with a purple tinge to them. “I believe her name is Molly.” I wink, my long eyelashes brushing together flirtatiously (when did I become a flirt?). With my other hand, I reach over to the tray and grab a capsule and pop it into my mouth. I hope it doesn’t take too long, but from my quick dip into the all-knowing universe, I know that I will be feeling more than fabulous in about half an hour to an hour.
I set the tray upon the table with the other unmentionables, and turn back to the party. “We need more…color!” I say. I wave my arms, and rainbow slinkies appear, dangling from an invisible ceiling, or perhaps just traveling from one dimension to another. Black lights appear. The sky grows dark, despite it being the middle of the day (I can forget my nightly anxiety for a party), and music thrums out of invisible speakers…or the ether. And the lightning still zings down from a cloudless sky, crashing the dance floor for more excitement.
Memorie