10-26-2025, 10:04 PM
ISRAFEL
It had taken Israfel so long to get out of the shadows. She had receded into herself so naturally, being invisible felt like the safest place she could possibly be. The only place that truly suited her. Half watching the lives happen around her, half so closed up within herself she didn’t even notice when the seasons changed into the next.
She can no longer remember what had been the first spark, the one that had come from inside of her and not from anyone else holding a flame. The one that finally caught onto something and made her want change. It had simply happened, and she had returned to where she had been years ago as a small filly. Practicing emerging from the shadows, practicing being seen.
In a world of colourful beings, being so gold in the sunlight made her feel too loud even without saying a word.
It frightens and thrills her all at once and she thinks that means she is finally living, so she keeps doing it.
Keeps travelling and seeing the corners of Beqanna she never dreamed about because first the forest held her captive and then it was the cliffs and moors. And now when she wanders through the strange stone features of this place and sees a haloed stranger, she approaches and it feels like the wildest thing she has ever done – so much so that her heart is racing just from this. From a “Hello.” and a softly whispered question, eager to invite conversation. “Do you know what these stones were?”
She can no longer remember what had been the first spark, the one that had come from inside of her and not from anyone else holding a flame. The one that finally caught onto something and made her want change. It had simply happened, and she had returned to where she had been years ago as a small filly. Practicing emerging from the shadows, practicing being seen.
In a world of colourful beings, being so gold in the sunlight made her feel too loud even without saying a word.
It frightens and thrills her all at once and she thinks that means she is finally living, so she keeps doing it.
Keeps travelling and seeing the corners of Beqanna she never dreamed about because first the forest held her captive and then it was the cliffs and moors. And now when she wanders through the strange stone features of this place and sees a haloed stranger, she approaches and it feels like the wildest thing she has ever done – so much so that her heart is racing just from this. From a “Hello.” and a softly whispered question, eager to invite conversation. “Do you know what these stones were?”
@Selaphiel