05-30-2024, 11:38 PM
Spring was moving into summer, and Valoel felt the warm sunny days give him the confidence to wander further away from his family. There was no rebellious desire to do so - or if there was then it was the privileged rebellion wanting to be free of the devoted way with which his parents looked at each other, something that made the young colt scowl or roll his eyes.
His siblings were of no help - teasing him about this mild form of disgust - and so Valoel does not seek their company either as he moves through the meadow in the late afternoon, the sinking sun providing some relief from the heat that had surfaced during the day.
And for him, the growing shadows provide other benefits beyond a refreshing coolness. Valoel’s world is a hazy one - the glowing markings on his face lay just around his eyes, and in the daylight the combination of bright sunshine and white glow make his world dizzying and blindingly bright. Now that the light has changed, he finds he can see a little better. Everything is still viewed through a white viel, obscured, and he often wonders what things would look like without it. There are no bright colours for him, just a world of muted pastels and neutrals.
Through this muted haze he pauses to scan the meadow, the long grass tickling his skin where it brushes up against his legs. His impeded eyesight makes everyone appear dreamlike and thus further gives him courage - because even he has already learned that it is easy to be brave in dreams.
His siblings were of no help - teasing him about this mild form of disgust - and so Valoel does not seek their company either as he moves through the meadow in the late afternoon, the sinking sun providing some relief from the heat that had surfaced during the day.
And for him, the growing shadows provide other benefits beyond a refreshing coolness. Valoel’s world is a hazy one - the glowing markings on his face lay just around his eyes, and in the daylight the combination of bright sunshine and white glow make his world dizzying and blindingly bright. Now that the light has changed, he finds he can see a little better. Everything is still viewed through a white viel, obscured, and he often wonders what things would look like without it. There are no bright colours for him, just a world of muted pastels and neutrals.
Through this muted haze he pauses to scan the meadow, the long grass tickling his skin where it brushes up against his legs. His impeded eyesight makes everyone appear dreamlike and thus further gives him courage - because even he has already learned that it is easy to be brave in dreams.
VALOEL
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