Dreamlike. The only way she could explain this feeling. Airy, yet excruciating. Tangible, yet out of her reach. The precipice of her aura hung in limbo, and it's almost as if she enjoys it, like she's floating again amongst the clouds despite the itching torment inside her chest. It hurts, she could be dying for all she knew, but she doesn't want to hold on to the pain, but at the same time it reminds her that she's still here, dropped from the skies. She looks there, sapphire eyes taking in the sight as if she wasn't just imprisoned in it, but even now she longs for it once more. Only this time, the heavens would serve as an escape, for whatever land she'd stumbled upon. If she could stand, she would, but even to lift one of her wings deemed impossible. How she could let herself get to this point, Pleni struggles to grasp. What many new dangers she's created by exerting herself? Useless, she thinks. But not as useless as she felt before, perhaps her journey was not in vain. She's always been the optimistic type, seeing the light at the end of bottomless trenches, when all hope was lost, Pleni would discover it and capture that hope, harnessing the tendrils. Circumstances like these, she digs deep to harvest that faith no matter what form it decides to manifest. This time around, her allegiance reveals itself by the distant vibrations of the earth, pinned ears once buried inside her mane prick forwards to allow the sound to guide her senses. Pleni's eyes want to flutter open, then closed. She hears him before she sees him, a spirit now visible from the top of a neighboring hill. Maybe this was her faith, in the form of another. No matter, his presence doesn't stop the already spent beating of her heart, slamming against bone, she wouldn't be surprised if the muscle busted right through. Her once dazed expression becomes one of alertness, as best as she can muster in this state. Though as he nears, she notices he too doesn't look of perfect health, a gimp in his step. Fear begins to fuel her fibers, pushing all her might into raising herself to stand but, again, she buckles beneath her weight pathetically so. A dainty flower, wilted.
The wings that adorn his back offer her a sense of comfort, but it's not just there she finds feathers, they are strewn about his body in the most angelic of ways. If she couldn't stand, she lets her wings do so for her, splaying them wide against her pale sides in a feeble attempt of a warning. She doesn't now how she manages the strength, though she tries not to let him pity her. She doesn't even know if this is real, if he's real. Maybe he is an illusion, some ghost to take her away. Then, he speaks, and her aching throat goes dry. "looked a little rough.." She registers his words, but only the last piece of his sentiment bestows her ears. "Am I dreaming?" A thought meant for the walls of her mind, but they are spoken aloud, underneath her breath just loud enough for him to hear. If she had hit her head, it's not something she remembered doing, she almost wants to reach out and touch him, see if her efforts would satisfy Pleni's hallucinations. "Look," She begins, confident that stallion in front of her isn't breathing, nor does she believe his heart beats. "if you're going to take me away, please get on with it."
PLENILUNE
there's splendor in your chaos
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Ruhr