how can i put it down into words,
when it's almost too much for my soul alone
Splendora had missed the exodus of home, the mass migration of those that had been friend and family since the time of her birth. It had been the dark that set her free initially, a living skeleton loosed into a world where even the monsters had not found her worth their while. Why waste time on a thing already dead and empty, on a girl all but tiptoeing on the edge between life and death. A ghost in every way except a mortality so easy to hide in all the empty spaces between those delicate, glowing bones. And so Tephra had become a place that was like home but not home, a sun whose gravity held her fast even when she was busy learning the secrets of so many other places. She always returned though, always to see her brother who existed to be the other half of her wayward soul, always to see her mother and her father and the siblings who had chosen to remain with them.when it's almost too much for my soul alone
But even she can tell that something has changed as she finds herself among trees so dense and overgrown that they can only be the humid jungles of her childhood. There is no one here anymore, no one to greet her, no one to redirect her sightless wandering to whichever volcanic corner her family is calling home. So she travels from one tree to the next, moving slowly to spare herself from colliding with things much larger and firmer than her. So it must be solely by great fortune that she does finally find someone in this deep jungle place. It is all lost on her though - the strange midnight beauty of iridescent navy and glowing golden slashes like comet tails across his sides. She cannot see the lightning where it sparks, or the fog that swirls with the movement of his strides. To her he is nothing more than sound and sensation, nothing more than scent.
“Hello?” Her voice is as soft as the fog that pools between them, almost shy in the way she doesn’t speak loudly so as not to startle this new companion. After all, she is told there is day again and the monsters have all gone. “Do you know where everyone has gone?” She thinks she is close enough to reach out now, but when she does her nose finds only humid open air and the sudden metallic stink of blood. “Oh,” she falters, and worry blooms in the delicate lines of her red merle face as she reaches out again, this time more delicately, “are you alright?” It is evident now, if it hadn’t been before by the gentle way she nosed along from one tree to the next, that those pale green gemstone eyes are wide and worried and filled with too many clouds to be anything but sightless.
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Gale