09-15-2021, 03:35 PM
I am Heaven sent, don't you dare forget
It was easy to lose track of time out here and tonight had been no exception.
The midnight meadow excursions with Lie (and the young soul that had become a constant presence) were always nights he looked forward to. The hours seem to pass too quickly when he is with her, watching the way she pulls down the stars around her like a brilliant opalescent flame. He had started to study them, a serious expression on his face as he tries to mimic their shimmering with the ones he creates out of fire. All too soon the sky begins to lighten and he had said his goodbyes to his friend reluctantly, still trying to find the courage to invite her over to his home.
The golden glow around him fades as the moon begins to descend and the sun starts to peek its head over the Mountain. His lengthening limbs carry his growing spotted figure over the glistening snow, hooves crunching white powder beneath him as he begins the trek back to the Pampas. Smaller hoof prints follow his own impression, pressed invisibly into the snow as the soul follows him. Feeling the chill at his backside, he calls up small balls of flame that rotate lazily around him and act as a small heater. The flames never seem to actually burn or scorch him when they sometimes flicker and kiss his jaguar skin and he smiles to himself, pleased with how far he has come in his training.
The abandonment by his birthmother and the dark time in the den seem like a lifetime ago.
He muses on this, almost missing the girl standing a short ways in front of him. It’s the soul that draws his attention to her as the ghost girl squeals sharply in a voice only he can seem to hear. He glances to her with his feral eyes, curious and confused. The soul tugs at his mid-length mane, pulling him towards the older midnight foal with excitement in her transparent red eyes. Something in his magic begins to spark as he glides closer, like calling to like. It’s her shadows he notices first, followed by the dog behind her, and then the tired expression (and tear tracks across her dark cheeks).
With the fire still rotating around him, he stops before her with a hesitant look. “Hey.” He starts awkwardly, shrugging a spotted shoulder as flames race down his backside. “This might sound weird but… Can you see her?” He asks her warily, looking to the spirit beside him who seems convinced that this girl smells of death, even more than he does.
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