08-14-2021, 03:32 PM
sickle
The fawn’s eyes remain fixed on the surface of the pond, darting around to make sure there is not a single spot where she could miss her friend’s arrival. In between a blink, eyes appear just at the surface and Sickle’s head rises up - completely alert. The teal Asterope then rises out of the water and Sickle feels such an overwhelming sense of relief that a few tears shine in her eyes.
It is a silly thing to cry over, but the knowledge that the pond nymph is just as real as her memories had told her meant everything - and must mean that Malik is real as well. Off in the mountains far from her side, but real. Malou the panther settles down somewhere in the treeline and her phoenix companion perches on a branch overhead.
“I was worried I dreamed you up.” She admits quietly, rapidly blinking away those troublesome tears as she shifts (accidentally) from a fawn to a fox and finally to a filly lying beside the pond.
Her gaze moves to the flowers that float around the other girl, a variety of tropical blossoms in a rainbow of colours. They seem brighter here than they had in Tephra, but also lonelier away from the world they had been taken from.
Sickle finds this thought uncomfortable so she gestures to them, and her smile grows a little more as she starts to talk again. “They’re from the jungle where I live.”
It is a silly thing to cry over, but the knowledge that the pond nymph is just as real as her memories had told her meant everything - and must mean that Malik is real as well. Off in the mountains far from her side, but real. Malou the panther settles down somewhere in the treeline and her phoenix companion perches on a branch overhead.
“I was worried I dreamed you up.” She admits quietly, rapidly blinking away those troublesome tears as she shifts (accidentally) from a fawn to a fox and finally to a filly lying beside the pond.
Her gaze moves to the flowers that float around the other girl, a variety of tropical blossoms in a rainbow of colours. They seem brighter here than they had in Tephra, but also lonelier away from the world they had been taken from.
Sickle finds this thought uncomfortable so she gestures to them, and her smile grows a little more as she starts to talk again. “They’re from the jungle where I live.”
@asterope