07-31-2021, 09:11 PM
all of time and space, everywhere and anywhere, every star that ever was
The more they interact, the more Ciri isn’t quite sure what to make of Leokadia herself. She had never met a mare like her before, who spoke so bluntly and in such a transactional way. However, what some might call “off-putting” she finds to be intriguing. Intelligent, actually. Lo states things with such matter of factness that it gives little room for doubt. So it bothers the dark scarred mare to see the expression of surprise that flickers across the intensity of her pale gaze although she can’t really understand why. The look Lo gives her when she agrees to show her the stars makes her wonder if perhaps not many have been kind to the small bedraggled mare and it irks Ciri, making her feel strangely protective of this new acquaintance she’s made.
The star gazing and northern lights had enticed her to the Isle and were certainly the main reason she had sought opportunity there to begin with. But what she doesn’t say to Leokadia is that she had wanted something completely different from her old life, from the loneliness and remains of heartbreak she had carried with her for far too long. In the Isle she now had a band of brothers, as if they were true siblings. A sense of family which was something she hadn’t truly felt since she had been a strange starry-eyed foal in the Falls, the remnants of her life amongst the stars having yet to be smothered by the mortal world she had been thrusted into. And perhaps being that “strange” child is part of the reason why she doesn’t meet Lo’s unusual way of speaking with frustration. Because she remembers what it’s like to be strange, to not quite fit in the way everyone expected you to.
She is rather pleased when the other refuses the challenge and insists on walking with her. The feral smile that follows brings a flutter of confusion in her belly, a feeling she had felt before, long ago. Her own smile falters for a moment but she gains her composure quickly as the feathered mare teases her back and lopes ahead. There is nothing forced in the starlit mare when she gains ground to join her, nothing but real and pure delight on her expression.
They gallop for awhile this way until eventually both slow, enjoying the warmth and soreness in her muscles after a long run. She closes her eyes for a moment, missing the glance from the other, as she takes a deep breath in and simply enjoys being able to share the day with someone. A moment of brief contentment. She thinks of sharing this thought aloud with her new companion and opens her swirling metallic eyes as she turns towards her but Lo is already speaking. It is her turn to glance as she looks back at the wings that drag along the ground like a feathered mud crusted ballgown. “I think they’re beautiful just the way they are.” She admits, wondering what they must look beneath the layers of dirt. She had once thought it would be nice to have wings herself, maybe then she could fly back up to the stars where she belonged. But she keeps that thought to herself and instead asks her curiously, “Do you not prefer to fly? Because of that?” Perhaps Gale could help, if she still had trouble with her wings. The thought of Gale and Lo speaking in their equally curious ways makes her grin suddenly and she shakes the thought of introducing them away for another time.
The star gazing and northern lights had enticed her to the Isle and were certainly the main reason she had sought opportunity there to begin with. But what she doesn’t say to Leokadia is that she had wanted something completely different from her old life, from the loneliness and remains of heartbreak she had carried with her for far too long. In the Isle she now had a band of brothers, as if they were true siblings. A sense of family which was something she hadn’t truly felt since she had been a strange starry-eyed foal in the Falls, the remnants of her life amongst the stars having yet to be smothered by the mortal world she had been thrusted into. And perhaps being that “strange” child is part of the reason why she doesn’t meet Lo’s unusual way of speaking with frustration. Because she remembers what it’s like to be strange, to not quite fit in the way everyone expected you to.
She is rather pleased when the other refuses the challenge and insists on walking with her. The feral smile that follows brings a flutter of confusion in her belly, a feeling she had felt before, long ago. Her own smile falters for a moment but she gains her composure quickly as the feathered mare teases her back and lopes ahead. There is nothing forced in the starlit mare when she gains ground to join her, nothing but real and pure delight on her expression.
They gallop for awhile this way until eventually both slow, enjoying the warmth and soreness in her muscles after a long run. She closes her eyes for a moment, missing the glance from the other, as she takes a deep breath in and simply enjoys being able to share the day with someone. A moment of brief contentment. She thinks of sharing this thought aloud with her new companion and opens her swirling metallic eyes as she turns towards her but Lo is already speaking. It is her turn to glance as she looks back at the wings that drag along the ground like a feathered mud crusted ballgown. “I think they’re beautiful just the way they are.” She admits, wondering what they must look beneath the layers of dirt. She had once thought it would be nice to have wings herself, maybe then she could fly back up to the stars where she belonged. But she keeps that thought to herself and instead asks her curiously, “Do you not prefer to fly? Because of that?” Perhaps Gale could help, if she still had trouble with her wings. The thought of Gale and Lo speaking in their equally curious ways makes her grin suddenly and she shakes the thought of introducing them away for another time.
-- Ciri
@Leokadia