09-06-2021, 10:54 PM
It’d been so long since anyone had pressed their feelings into Cheri. The unseen thing she was hunting down couldn’t have possibly known her upbringing (she thought) and he’d found the right one to magically express himself to. The glowing pegasus actually leaned into the sensations, tasting them like a child torn from her home and starving for a sample of something her parents used to whip up for dinner. She inhaled and breathed a sweetened “ahh” into the shadows.
His dish was exquisite. Intrigue, playfulness, a parallel curiosity to top things off. The emotions heightened her palate and soothed her thoughts; Cheri allowed the foreign energy to alter her state of mind, smiling in response.
She liked where this was going. Even better, the sound of his equally disjointed voice murmuring through her consciousness brought up a nearly-forgotten memory. “Distraction,” she thought. The way he spoke reminded her of a single word, but the meaning or reason behind it no longer intrigued her as much as his next comment did.
“I don’t shine half as bright in the light.” She assured him, appreciative of the compliment if, in fact, he intended it to be one. It was only the dark that allowed her to beam, and for that reason Cheri harbored a healthy respect for the witching hours. Some would say nothing good came after night; the Loessian mare thought it was a shame to waste more than half of any given day. After all, there were certain things that only revealed themselves once the sun had set, and she lifted her chin toward one of them - a lizard, peering down from the crowning branches of a tree towering over her.
“Won’t you scuttle closer?” Cheri asked, advancing until her stone hooves touched the roots of the mighty forest timber. “I enjoyed your empathy. Very nice work - It’s been a while since I crossed paths with such a talented weaver.” She told him. A compliment for a compliment.
His dish was exquisite. Intrigue, playfulness, a parallel curiosity to top things off. The emotions heightened her palate and soothed her thoughts; Cheri allowed the foreign energy to alter her state of mind, smiling in response.
She liked where this was going. Even better, the sound of his equally disjointed voice murmuring through her consciousness brought up a nearly-forgotten memory. “Distraction,” she thought. The way he spoke reminded her of a single word, but the meaning or reason behind it no longer intrigued her as much as his next comment did.
“I don’t shine half as bright in the light.” She assured him, appreciative of the compliment if, in fact, he intended it to be one. It was only the dark that allowed her to beam, and for that reason Cheri harbored a healthy respect for the witching hours. Some would say nothing good came after night; the Loessian mare thought it was a shame to waste more than half of any given day. After all, there were certain things that only revealed themselves once the sun had set, and she lifted her chin toward one of them - a lizard, peering down from the crowning branches of a tree towering over her.
“Won’t you scuttle closer?” Cheri asked, advancing until her stone hooves touched the roots of the mighty forest timber. “I enjoyed your empathy. Very nice work - It’s been a while since I crossed paths with such a talented weaver.” She told him. A compliment for a compliment.
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