10-31-2016, 10:10 PM
the grey girl loves the night. as she is pale, it never covers her or protects her from unseeing eyes. but she loves the solitude of it, of the twinkling of celestial beings millions of light years away, and how her silver moon waxes and wanes. she loves that the sky is the same but never really the same; the stars change their bearings and residences as the mortals seem to do.
nighttime shadows create stark contrasts against the landscape as she studies her surroundings. her desire to see more of beqanna has fueled her, so she has explored every inch of the meadow. it almost has started to feel like a home as she become more acquainted with the creeks and crevices, the wide open grasses, and small streams that line the landscape. she has begun to even sense who is here often and what faces and smells are new to her.
she sensed him long before she saw him. she could almost feel the vibrations off him, giving off a sense of foreboding and not very amiable. so she avoids it in her exploits, her only intent to find a new corner of the meadow. she dances through her treeline path, moving assuredly between the roots and vines that seem to harbor at the edge of the meadow. she has done this so many times now it has become second nature to her, something as easy as breathing.
but then something different catches the corner of her eye and aletta can't help herself. she is intrigued. she pauses, even feeling as if she has slowed her breathing down as she watches him. it is almost eerie, a black sheen against the blanket of darkness. she has to see it closer, and her feet simply keep moving forward though some small part of her says stop.
but each step closer brings a more vivid image, the uncertain form turning into a dark stallion who has been... swimming. it seems such an odd thing to do at such an hour, but who is she to judge? she is a night wanderer when she should be sleeping, safely tucked away in some corner. she is tempted to keep on going by, but the idea of a late night swim has filled her with such mirth she is almost bubbling over with it. and still a few strides away, aletta asks "how was your swim?" her mind is merry with thoughts, like a schoolgirl giddy with laughter. but aletta simply looks on the stranger, trying to keep her features placid and neutral.
nighttime shadows create stark contrasts against the landscape as she studies her surroundings. her desire to see more of beqanna has fueled her, so she has explored every inch of the meadow. it almost has started to feel like a home as she become more acquainted with the creeks and crevices, the wide open grasses, and small streams that line the landscape. she has begun to even sense who is here often and what faces and smells are new to her.
she sensed him long before she saw him. she could almost feel the vibrations off him, giving off a sense of foreboding and not very amiable. so she avoids it in her exploits, her only intent to find a new corner of the meadow. she dances through her treeline path, moving assuredly between the roots and vines that seem to harbor at the edge of the meadow. she has done this so many times now it has become second nature to her, something as easy as breathing.
but then something different catches the corner of her eye and aletta can't help herself. she is intrigued. she pauses, even feeling as if she has slowed her breathing down as she watches him. it is almost eerie, a black sheen against the blanket of darkness. she has to see it closer, and her feet simply keep moving forward though some small part of her says stop.
but each step closer brings a more vivid image, the uncertain form turning into a dark stallion who has been... swimming. it seems such an odd thing to do at such an hour, but who is she to judge? she is a night wanderer when she should be sleeping, safely tucked away in some corner. she is tempted to keep on going by, but the idea of a late night swim has filled her with such mirth she is almost bubbling over with it. and still a few strides away, aletta asks "how was your swim?" her mind is merry with thoughts, like a schoolgirl giddy with laughter. but aletta simply looks on the stranger, trying to keep her features placid and neutral.
aletta
the innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.