And inside you're burning
with some secret yearning
She has never known anything beyond life in the Dale, beyond her small, starlit corner of the world. But it makes her ache, the thought of those magnificent far off worlds. The desire to drift through the heavens and become one with stars stirs like a butterfly within her breast. Trapped upon this dull, heavy earth, there is little she longs for more than the feel the stars upon her skin. The real thing, not the faint echo she is able to control.
Little does she realize the real thing would burn her up like a dust mote in a bonfire. But it would be a glorious death, one worthy of the name.
But all of these are far off, distant dreams. Dreams and desires that she would, in all likelihood, never even come close to realizing. And that, perhaps, is the most heartbreaking realization of all.
But for today, at least, she can reach for the stars. She can give Graveling wings as beautiful and ethereal as her own and bring her with as she reaches for those distant lights. A small, satisfied smile curves her lips as her pale silvery gaze dances over her golden friend, gaze caressing the transparent wings now gracing her withers.
Luminous feathers flutter as she stretches her own wings wide, sweeping them downwards in a graceful arc so that she might test their strength. The glittering appendages hold fast, cleaved together by will and starlight. Her smile turns radiant, blue tinged lips widening in absolute delight.
With only a thought her wings begin to beat a steady rhythm, drawing her hooves inches, then feet from the earth as loose leaves and grass and twigs swirl about them, spurred on by an artificial wind.
Lirren
starlit daughter of joythief and carnage