so tell me why my gods look like you?
The forest is lively with songbirds and furry critters; bucks, does, and even fawns meander along down their own secret trails, and Nereza pauses for a moment to allow a wayward little fox kit to scurry along after his siblings and their mother before she continues on with a soft sigh and a smile.
“Be vigilant, Rezzy,” Oop warns, appearing with a ‘pop’ near her right shoulder. “Centurieses ago, this place was… it barbaric, okies?”
“What do you mean?” Nereza tilts an ear back towards him, though her gold eyes remain on the path ahead and the ever-brightening opening of the forest that would give way to the place they were going. The only sign she shows of unease is the slight twitching at the end of her wings.
(Surely, should trouble arise, she could fly fast and far away from here?)
“They awful,” he mutters, fluttering around her head to face her. His ruby red eyes narrow. “Trusts no one and runs if things gets bad, okies?”
“Yes, yes,” Nereza sighs again.
Oop puffs up his chest and glares at her, now flapping his tiny wings as fast as he can so that he can hover a few feet in front of her. “Am being serious, Rezzy. You dunno… dunno all the thing they did.”
“I promise you that I’ll be careful,” the spotted mare comes to a halt, regarding him seriously—for once. “We don’t know how we got to the Forest, or why; no one can see you, I can tell that much. That’s why they look at me so funny when I ask questions for you. We need answers, but first? We need to find some place to call home—a base, does that not sound safer than wandering around by ourselves?”
“Promise?”
“I promise.”
It is Oop’s turn to sigh, but he nods his head to signal he has relented and disappears much in the same manner he appeared—a ‘pop’!
Nereza knows he isn’t gone forever, he has been popping in and out to check on her ever since she woke up, and she smiles brightly when she thinks back on the hot pink pixie’s concern.
(Is it warranted, though, I wonder?)
Stepping out beyond the soft greenlight of the trees, Nereza has to squint until her gold eyes adjust to the sudden brightness of The Field and she gasps. It doesn’t look like a place of barbarism and death, quite the contrary, it looks beautiful in its own quaint way with its tall rolling golden grass and its stream and waterfall. She even takes the time to stop and admire a patch of wildflowers before remembering to carry on her merry way.
“I wonder why he thought this place was so horrible?” Nereza muses aloud, and somewhere, Oop hopes that she never has to find out.
“Be vigilant, Rezzy,” Oop warns, appearing with a ‘pop’ near her right shoulder. “Centurieses ago, this place was… it barbaric, okies?”
“What do you mean?” Nereza tilts an ear back towards him, though her gold eyes remain on the path ahead and the ever-brightening opening of the forest that would give way to the place they were going. The only sign she shows of unease is the slight twitching at the end of her wings.
(Surely, should trouble arise, she could fly fast and far away from here?)
“They awful,” he mutters, fluttering around her head to face her. His ruby red eyes narrow. “Trusts no one and runs if things gets bad, okies?”
“Yes, yes,” Nereza sighs again.
Oop puffs up his chest and glares at her, now flapping his tiny wings as fast as he can so that he can hover a few feet in front of her. “Am being serious, Rezzy. You dunno… dunno all the thing they did.”
“I promise you that I’ll be careful,” the spotted mare comes to a halt, regarding him seriously—for once. “We don’t know how we got to the Forest, or why; no one can see you, I can tell that much. That’s why they look at me so funny when I ask questions for you. We need answers, but first? We need to find some place to call home—a base, does that not sound safer than wandering around by ourselves?”
“Promise?”
“I promise.”
It is Oop’s turn to sigh, but he nods his head to signal he has relented and disappears much in the same manner he appeared—a ‘pop’!
Nereza knows he isn’t gone forever, he has been popping in and out to check on her ever since she woke up, and she smiles brightly when she thinks back on the hot pink pixie’s concern.
(Is it warranted, though, I wonder?)
Stepping out beyond the soft greenlight of the trees, Nereza has to squint until her gold eyes adjust to the sudden brightness of The Field and she gasps. It doesn’t look like a place of barbarism and death, quite the contrary, it looks beautiful in its own quaint way with its tall rolling golden grass and its stream and waterfall. She even takes the time to stop and admire a patch of wildflowers before remembering to carry on her merry way.
“I wonder why he thought this place was so horrible?” Nereza muses aloud, and somewhere, Oop hopes that she never has to find out.