06-17-2024, 05:04 PM
. there is no pain you are receding .
Uncomplicated. That is what Opium sought, isn't it? She knows what she has escaped, but she hasn’t stopped to think about where it is she is going. It hadn’t mattered, she convinced herself that anywhere is better than where she had been. She assumed that things elsewhere would be uncomplicated. But here she was standing among a purple metal mare and a fire-clad stallion…with the company of a fish cat talking about fae and their magic.
Opium still isn’t convinced she’s alive.
She shifts her weight, but before she can speak any further, Kreation announces her departure and takes flight. Flight, she flies? She snorts softly, thinking to herself. Of course, why else have wings? Red mare can’t help but continue to stare into the sky long after Kreation flew out of sight. What is this wondrous land she has found herself within? Alive or dead, she received what she so desperately craved - escape from her past.
Dark gaze falls to look at Fifi, the fish cat, as her thoughts shift to the Fae. She wonders what gifts they could grant and whether or not it would be worth the risk, considering Kreation’s warnings. What else exists beyond the Meadow and the Mountain? If she were to call Bequanna her new home, would it be wise to remain so ordinary? Or would her uncomplicated self be more of a complication?
Consumed in thought, Red almost forgets that she isn’t alone. She glances at Phoebus, the sting of her lack of manners still sore. Embarrassment is a new experience and one she already hates. Ebony tail sways to ease her tension. A continuation of conversation can ease the awkward strain, but Red Opium wasn’t good at small talk. Her mind races to think of what to say when she remembers the camaraderie shared between him and Kreation. Tephra…his home? No, their home…?
“Tephra,” she says softly, breaking her silence as she looks at Phoebus. “Tephra is your home? And Kreation’s, it’s what she's trying to get back, yes? Would it be too bold of me to ask, can you tell me about Tephra?”
Opium still isn’t convinced she’s alive.
She shifts her weight, but before she can speak any further, Kreation announces her departure and takes flight. Flight, she flies? She snorts softly, thinking to herself. Of course, why else have wings? Red mare can’t help but continue to stare into the sky long after Kreation flew out of sight. What is this wondrous land she has found herself within? Alive or dead, she received what she so desperately craved - escape from her past.
Dark gaze falls to look at Fifi, the fish cat, as her thoughts shift to the Fae. She wonders what gifts they could grant and whether or not it would be worth the risk, considering Kreation’s warnings. What else exists beyond the Meadow and the Mountain? If she were to call Bequanna her new home, would it be wise to remain so ordinary? Or would her uncomplicated self be more of a complication?
Consumed in thought, Red almost forgets that she isn’t alone. She glances at Phoebus, the sting of her lack of manners still sore. Embarrassment is a new experience and one she already hates. Ebony tail sways to ease her tension. A continuation of conversation can ease the awkward strain, but Red Opium wasn’t good at small talk. Her mind races to think of what to say when she remembers the camaraderie shared between him and Kreation. Tephra…his home? No, their home…?
“Tephra,” she says softly, breaking her silence as she looks at Phoebus. “Tephra is your home? And Kreation’s, it’s what she's trying to get back, yes? Would it be too bold of me to ask, can you tell me about Tephra?”
. Red Opium .
@Kreation
@Phoebus