06-18-2016, 12:27 PM
Butterflies are self propelled flowers.
The birth of her niece had been the confirmation of that what she had already known. She felt both the burden and the relief. Vlinder had yet to meet her mother since Gyps’ birth, but she knew that would take another while. She was not ready for it and therefor she had left the Gates behind her. Temporary that was, because the already knew she would find her way back to the kingdom. The Gates was her home and unlike Besra she couldn’t leave the place behind. It was all she had known, and only there they knew of her pathetic being. That they knew was already enough and it wasn’t hard to imagine what Ellyse would say when the truth would surface.
She had just happened to find the meadow, never really having had the intention to go here. But she wouldn’t know any other place to go either. It was only the third time for Vlinder to leave the Gates. The first and second time had been to visit her sister Besra and to meet her sister’s newborn daughter. Gyps had been able to show them how well her wings worked, crushing the last bit of hope for Vlinder’s own wings. Although she had knew better, a small part of her had hope that she just had to train them. Now she knew for sure that her wings were no good. Once again a child of her parents – both bird shifters – was grounded.
A sighs escapes past her lips and Vlinder lowers her head. The winter hadn’t been too harsh in the Gates, but nonetheless she found her thick coat uncomfortable. It was meant to protect her from the cold, the warmth she experienced now because of her trip caused something completely else. Her breath still hung in the air as she breathed out, but at the same time her chest and flanks showed wet patches if she had travelled from the Gates to the meadow.
It is during the first moments of the new day that she lies her eyes upon him. He smelled different, almost exotic even, and she just couldn’t tell what it was. Sure every equine in Beqanna had his – or her – own scent, but there was always something in common, something familiar. His scent was different. It was carried towards her with the same breeze that had caused his forelock to flop ungallantly in front of his eyes. Vlinder simply couldn’t help but to giggle, grinning widely as she watched the golden male, before dipping her head slightly in an apology.
She had just happened to find the meadow, never really having had the intention to go here. But she wouldn’t know any other place to go either. It was only the third time for Vlinder to leave the Gates. The first and second time had been to visit her sister Besra and to meet her sister’s newborn daughter. Gyps had been able to show them how well her wings worked, crushing the last bit of hope for Vlinder’s own wings. Although she had knew better, a small part of her had hope that she just had to train them. Now she knew for sure that her wings were no good. Once again a child of her parents – both bird shifters – was grounded.
A sighs escapes past her lips and Vlinder lowers her head. The winter hadn’t been too harsh in the Gates, but nonetheless she found her thick coat uncomfortable. It was meant to protect her from the cold, the warmth she experienced now because of her trip caused something completely else. Her breath still hung in the air as she breathed out, but at the same time her chest and flanks showed wet patches if she had travelled from the Gates to the meadow.
It is during the first moments of the new day that she lies her eyes upon him. He smelled different, almost exotic even, and she just couldn’t tell what it was. Sure every equine in Beqanna had his – or her – own scent, but there was always something in common, something familiar. His scent was different. It was carried towards her with the same breeze that had caused his forelock to flop ungallantly in front of his eyes. Vlinder simply couldn’t help but to giggle, grinning widely as she watched the golden male, before dipping her head slightly in an apology.
Vlinder
Zeik x Felinae