08-23-2021, 08:05 PM
sickle
The filly with her soft, iridescent glow tilts her head and gives Asterope a smile when their heads are laying near each other on the soft ground that borders the pond. The relieved tears do not clear up and she doesn’t know what to say in response - but she finds the words she’s given to be comforting. They’re both as real as each other, and that’s enough.
Even if some days, Sickle isn’t sure what she is - and maybe that means she isn’t real at all.
But the flowers are an easier topic to talk of, even if they look lonely as her friend here in this pond, and at Asterope’s question a small smile spreads. She lifts her head again, feeling a piece of her heart steel itself so she will not continue to cry.
Her gaze drifts upwards, to take in Asterope’s world - trying to find a way to explain something outside of it. “It’s kind of like this forest, but everything is more vivid. And it’s warm all year so the trees are always green.” Sickle describes the thick leaves and how every inch of the forest seems to be filled with life. She tells Asterope about the waterfall, and the clear waters that run from it into the wide expanse of the ocean. The colours she talks about play across her coat in brindled streaks, aiding the visual.
“You'd like it, I think.” She adds finally, some sadness seeping in. She can only bring the jungle to Asterope in pieces, she cannot bring her friend there - where she could float in crystal clear waters bordered by flowers and have more visitors than she would here.
Even if some days, Sickle isn’t sure what she is - and maybe that means she isn’t real at all.
But the flowers are an easier topic to talk of, even if they look lonely as her friend here in this pond, and at Asterope’s question a small smile spreads. She lifts her head again, feeling a piece of her heart steel itself so she will not continue to cry.
Her gaze drifts upwards, to take in Asterope’s world - trying to find a way to explain something outside of it. “It’s kind of like this forest, but everything is more vivid. And it’s warm all year so the trees are always green.” Sickle describes the thick leaves and how every inch of the forest seems to be filled with life. She tells Asterope about the waterfall, and the clear waters that run from it into the wide expanse of the ocean. The colours she talks about play across her coat in brindled streaks, aiding the visual.
“You'd like it, I think.” She adds finally, some sadness seeping in. She can only bring the jungle to Asterope in pieces, she cannot bring her friend there - where she could float in crystal clear waters bordered by flowers and have more visitors than she would here.
@asterope