11-02-2016, 01:34 PM
la la la, some text here
probably two lines will fit best
She's had many homes... this might as well be hers now, at least it's familiar. Like a wounded solider she strays into the meadow, a defeated look in her honey eyes. Her head hung low, she keeps moving, because she has to, because to stop and think would be too confusing and too sore. Of course, she's survived worse than this before, but nothing feels worse right now. Everything is gone: her family, her lover, her kingdom... her home – both her homes. For the second time in her life, her home has completely disappeared. I suppose that's the risk you run when you don't die.
Her mire is broken by the sight of a stallion. He has wings. I remember how it felt, to have the wind rushing past my cheeks, to be weightless and free. Her ears prick and the little pony mare moves forward to inspect him further. She doesn't know him, yet there's something disturbingly familiar about the set of his body, the curve of his jaw, the shape of his brow-line. It makes her stomach churn, reminds her of something (or someone) she'd rather forget.
Then again, even a dis-pleasurable familiarity appeals to her better than no familiarity at all. She carries on approaching, moving to stand in front of him and offering him a wispy, ethereal smile. It's hard to commit when your heart just isn't in it.
“You look deep in thought. I know the feeling well, except I don't wish to be alone with my thoughts at the moment,” she says with a soft frown on her brow. She remembers sleeping last night, fitfully dreaming... waking up in the Forbidden Falls, then the world being torn apart, waking up to find everything new. Then it faded into the memory of the familiar Dazzling Falls... only for her to blink and everything to be fire and pain. She'd woken up before she even spared a thought for the Deserts - just as well at that rate.
“Tell me, do you know what happened here? I just woke up... and everything was changed.
Her mire is broken by the sight of a stallion. He has wings. I remember how it felt, to have the wind rushing past my cheeks, to be weightless and free. Her ears prick and the little pony mare moves forward to inspect him further. She doesn't know him, yet there's something disturbingly familiar about the set of his body, the curve of his jaw, the shape of his brow-line. It makes her stomach churn, reminds her of something (or someone) she'd rather forget.
Then again, even a dis-pleasurable familiarity appeals to her better than no familiarity at all. She carries on approaching, moving to stand in front of him and offering him a wispy, ethereal smile. It's hard to commit when your heart just isn't in it.
“You look deep in thought. I know the feeling well, except I don't wish to be alone with my thoughts at the moment,” she says with a soft frown on her brow. She remembers sleeping last night, fitfully dreaming... waking up in the Forbidden Falls, then the world being torn apart, waking up to find everything new. Then it faded into the memory of the familiar Dazzling Falls... only for her to blink and everything to be fire and pain. She'd woken up before she even spared a thought for the Deserts - just as well at that rate.
“Tell me, do you know what happened here? I just woke up... and everything was changed.
Pevensie
mirror my soul