12-07-2021, 07:05 PM
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t is quiet.There is nothing but the long sums night shadows and the sound of wind.
There is a moment, thin as a web, in which Elliana inhales the warm air and thinks silence is the loveliest thing she has ever heard. It washes over her like a sermon, all long shadows written out in inky blackness, and breezes that whisper in chorus. Even her steps slow and move as if it's red silk beneath her hooves instead of grass and rock and dirt. Lights wander above her head in wild colors formed of patterns that she can never hope to understand. Elliana wanders with them, her thoughts as feral and free as the landscape of lights. And while she's lost the world is lost with her.
And suddenly the quiet is not so beautiful. She is lonely, she realizes. There is a hole in her that nothing can ever fill. Elli knows that she should look inward, towards the beast in her belly that's rattling like chains around her legs. There's ice all around her, but there is only winter in her chest where wonder should be. All her blood feels like festering wine, too sweet and ruined to do her any good now.
She is suddenly craving and wanting and aching for something.
There is a memory here, buried so deep Elliana thinks she can feel the shudder of it tearing through her bones like the earthquake she once felt. It is the type of deep ache that sparked lines of poetry on a writer’s tongue. And maybe, she's feeling like the sea is crashing against the shoreline of her bones. Maybe she wants to drown so that she won't remember everything that she does.
Her body glows bright, the long white foreleg and the crescent moon that sits on her shoulder. Glows as if in response to those other who resemble to moon and the ocean lit with starlight. Elliana has always known there were secrets to be found in the starlight and she wonders what ones she might find here.
She wants this to be it, to be something and tilts dark lips upwards as she approaches. Beneath her lips her teeth are gnashing, aching and begging to pull at something (at anything). “It is comforting to know I am not the only one wandering in the night,” she greets the trio. “This place—are any of you familiar with it?” She asks only because the earth below her feet is screaming with memories.
And she thinks this place had never been silent like she had thought—only holding its breath.
She speaks like this.
some are ghosts before they are dead.
Star beat me to posting, but I had a reply started hahaha