05-17-2016, 10:57 PM
i counted the stars tonight, i gathered them all
She stumbles into the bite, completely unaware of anything that could be wrong. With it, or the strange thing that had happened. She did not understand it, did not even understand what it was that she did. She yelps at the new sensation. Warmth swelling into the shoulder tender now to even the chilly wind. Slowly the world was begining to make sense, words that she used were comprehensible. The milk drunken feeling dissipating just as the pain settles. The burning reminder never to wish for a star again remains seared in her mind. She nods to her mother, Yes mother. She pauses for a moment daring to take one last cautious peek to them. What are they mother? How she did long for them, oh how they pulled at her. Yet she knew, if this mare told her no, then no it would be.
She must know better, she after all was the one to birth her. Were they bad? This concept was beyond her comprehension as of yet. The idea of anything bad was a black void in her mind. Empressionable as she is, she waits to hear what her mother has to say. Were they the fairies? Her mind began oozing with questions. What could look so beautiful, and yet be so untouchable. The way her mothers voice lulls in the quiet of the evening relaxes her. The young filly does not dare to attempt another touch. Waiting instead in the warmth of her dams radiating heat. Oricle is content with the simple fact that there was company. As strange as it felt the longing for touch did not exist. She did not feel any malise, she knew no greif, she saw no shame. Only peace. For her there was a sense of peace.
With the stars turned against her and lack of physical touch, there was nothing to bring excitement. With the quiet of the night, and the lack of danger in this moment, there was nothing to be considered other than to be dismissed. The speckled girl stands quietly waiting for instruction. Waiting for dirrection, waiting to see what it was that she should do. Looking up to the mare she smiles serenely. There felt nothing better then what it was that she was feeling now. She had taken to the world with an ease that most lacked. Most squalling and stumbling every time they tried to do anything or nothing at all.
Something felt... normal to her. LIke this was to be the pattern of her life. This was what she was to expect to be her routine. To never look to the stars again, and to look to this mare for wisdom and guidence. .
She must know better, she after all was the one to birth her. Were they bad? This concept was beyond her comprehension as of yet. The idea of anything bad was a black void in her mind. Empressionable as she is, she waits to hear what her mother has to say. Were they the fairies? Her mind began oozing with questions. What could look so beautiful, and yet be so untouchable. The way her mothers voice lulls in the quiet of the evening relaxes her. The young filly does not dare to attempt another touch. Waiting instead in the warmth of her dams radiating heat. Oricle is content with the simple fact that there was company. As strange as it felt the longing for touch did not exist. She did not feel any malise, she knew no greif, she saw no shame. Only peace. For her there was a sense of peace.
With the stars turned against her and lack of physical touch, there was nothing to bring excitement. With the quiet of the night, and the lack of danger in this moment, there was nothing to be considered other than to be dismissed. The speckled girl stands quietly waiting for instruction. Waiting for dirrection, waiting to see what it was that she should do. Looking up to the mare she smiles serenely. There felt nothing better then what it was that she was feeling now. She had taken to the world with an ease that most lacked. Most squalling and stumbling every time they tried to do anything or nothing at all.
Something felt... normal to her. LIke this was to be the pattern of her life. This was what she was to expect to be her routine. To never look to the stars again, and to look to this mare for wisdom and guidence. .
Oricle
so will you hold cause time is cold
but in your soul im standing by
but in your soul im standing by
I actually like it, gives me something to build her character off of.
