01-04-2016, 06:27 AM
it's strange what desire will make foolish people do.
She is like the small fish that dwell deeper down in the ocean, and Pollock is the anglerfish. She is drawn to him, to the light that he is providing, and while some small part of her may be aware that it is the path to doom, she swims along it anyway.
What a foolish thing she is, and she was so determined to be otherwise.
The filly tries so hard to stand tall when the stallion looks directly into her eyes, but that fear, the fear of being fearful, it catches her and she sinks back, tail trembling (but she manages to contain it just to her tail, for she cannot let him see what he’s done). That wing slips across the mud, dragging it, and she is certain that noise will forever remind her of this moment. But she is still yet to determine what this moment will be.
(As if the decision lays in her hooves! But so young and so bold, she still wants to believe that she is in charge of this interaction; she knows, deep down, that she is at the mercy of this golden stallion).
They have very different stories - the bright filly wonders, still flickering in and out of sight, if invisibility will be the only thing they share. He was left by his mother; she left her mother (and poor Falla still doesn’t feature in her thoughts, no concern as to how her mother must be feeling). He was afraid of a monster, his invisibility came to save him; hers may be the reason the monster appeared.
He talks of conspicuousness; she will never be inconspicuous, with her green and red coat. Not unless she can control her power as he controls his.
He asks why she needs to be invisible, and she wants, more than anything she has ever wanted in her few hours, to give him an answer. But she doesn’t know why she needs it. She was born invisible, it must be a part of her, she didn’t need it any more than she needs her ridiculously bright coat but there it was. She doesn’t need it but she has it anyway; it is a privilege she perhaps doesn’t deserve.
“I don’t know,” she finally answers, defeated by the question.
He mentions monsters, and she can no longer contain the trembling to her tail. But this is excitement (though the fear is back with a vengeance; not fear of him, this time, but fear of other ‘hims’, other terrible and terrifying beasts who roam these lands). She wanted adventures, and it seems she may finally have some; all the stories she will have, the wisdoms she can share. Or she will live only a few short days before some awful thing destroys her.
She is torn, between the promise of a real life and the promise of a real death.
She stares at the stallion, unsure what to do, unsure if she really has a choice (though she will later say it was all her idea, assuming she has the chance to say anything at all).
What a foolish thing she is, and she was so determined to be otherwise.
The filly tries so hard to stand tall when the stallion looks directly into her eyes, but that fear, the fear of being fearful, it catches her and she sinks back, tail trembling (but she manages to contain it just to her tail, for she cannot let him see what he’s done). That wing slips across the mud, dragging it, and she is certain that noise will forever remind her of this moment. But she is still yet to determine what this moment will be.
(As if the decision lays in her hooves! But so young and so bold, she still wants to believe that she is in charge of this interaction; she knows, deep down, that she is at the mercy of this golden stallion).
They have very different stories - the bright filly wonders, still flickering in and out of sight, if invisibility will be the only thing they share. He was left by his mother; she left her mother (and poor Falla still doesn’t feature in her thoughts, no concern as to how her mother must be feeling). He was afraid of a monster, his invisibility came to save him; hers may be the reason the monster appeared.
He talks of conspicuousness; she will never be inconspicuous, with her green and red coat. Not unless she can control her power as he controls his.
He asks why she needs to be invisible, and she wants, more than anything she has ever wanted in her few hours, to give him an answer. But she doesn’t know why she needs it. She was born invisible, it must be a part of her, she didn’t need it any more than she needs her ridiculously bright coat but there it was. She doesn’t need it but she has it anyway; it is a privilege she perhaps doesn’t deserve.
“I don’t know,” she finally answers, defeated by the question.
He mentions monsters, and she can no longer contain the trembling to her tail. But this is excitement (though the fear is back with a vengeance; not fear of him, this time, but fear of other ‘hims’, other terrible and terrifying beasts who roam these lands). She wanted adventures, and it seems she may finally have some; all the stories she will have, the wisdoms she can share. Or she will live only a few short days before some awful thing destroys her.
She is torn, between the promise of a real life and the promise of a real death.
She stares at the stallion, unsure what to do, unsure if she really has a choice (though she will later say it was all her idea, assuming she has the chance to say anything at all).
ELVE
i was thinking (always dangerous) that since she ran away form her mum so quickly, she never got given a name. so maaaaaaaaybe Pollock could name her? since he did the christmas quest he could have elves on his mind XD but its completely up to you :3
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