02-08-2017, 02:53 PM
When Beqanna changed, it swept my family off the map. It's easier, I think, to think of it like that instead of the alternative: they left me behind, ran for a place where their changing shapes and their wings could still follow. I've never been the jealous type, you see - I've always been happy enough with my lot in life, and my mother loved me fiercely from the moment that the deep green shadows of the Forest around us came into focus. But neither will I pretend that I didn't see the disappointment in her eyes when she realized I wouldn't be able to follow her into the sky. She grounded herself, and rarely changed her shape, until I was old enough to be alone; I am grateful to her for that.
But when I woke on the Mountain, rose shaky and confused with the others, heard the news - I knew I wouldn't be seeing her again for a very long time. She'd had another of my half-sisters at her side - a little purple thing flecked with teal and stars. I'd barely gotten to know her, but had no doubts that Mother had ushered her out of Beqanna long before I'd woke. As for the others - well, we've never been close enough to stick together.
It's not that I've been lonesome - living alone has never done wrong by me. I go where I want to go, speak to whom I want to speak. This was the habit before Beqanna reminded us all of her disappointment, and it continues to be now. The Meadow and the Forest were all I've ever really needed, and they changed very little in the wake of the upheaval, even if the same couldn't be said for the ebb and flow of the displaced. Unfamiliar faces are a constant in my life. I think, sometimes, that might be what keeps me from following the others elsewhere.
And here comes another!
The midday sun is hot on my back as I stand, knee-deep in the stream at the Meadow's edge, and watch a painted girl stride into the field with purpose in her step. I think it's purpose, anyway. I study her for a moment; she's got a brilliant fringe of yellow veiling her eyes, bright against the dark patches of her coat. She looks interesting, I decide, and not particularly busy, so I turn and pick my way onto the shore as she draws nearer.
"Looking for someone?" I call, whickering a greeting. The Meadow's not exactly crowded today - the summer sun tends to drive many of them into the shade of the Forest, I've noticed. My smile is hesitant. "Or just in a hurry to take a walk?" It's a lame joke, but she doesn't look like the snarling type - at least, I rather hope not.
OOC; This is a trashfire of a post but hey hi this is Uisce. Forgive me while I try to shake the rust off.
But when I woke on the Mountain, rose shaky and confused with the others, heard the news - I knew I wouldn't be seeing her again for a very long time. She'd had another of my half-sisters at her side - a little purple thing flecked with teal and stars. I'd barely gotten to know her, but had no doubts that Mother had ushered her out of Beqanna long before I'd woke. As for the others - well, we've never been close enough to stick together.
It's not that I've been lonesome - living alone has never done wrong by me. I go where I want to go, speak to whom I want to speak. This was the habit before Beqanna reminded us all of her disappointment, and it continues to be now. The Meadow and the Forest were all I've ever really needed, and they changed very little in the wake of the upheaval, even if the same couldn't be said for the ebb and flow of the displaced. Unfamiliar faces are a constant in my life. I think, sometimes, that might be what keeps me from following the others elsewhere.
And here comes another!
The midday sun is hot on my back as I stand, knee-deep in the stream at the Meadow's edge, and watch a painted girl stride into the field with purpose in her step. I think it's purpose, anyway. I study her for a moment; she's got a brilliant fringe of yellow veiling her eyes, bright against the dark patches of her coat. She looks interesting, I decide, and not particularly busy, so I turn and pick my way onto the shore as she draws nearer.
"Looking for someone?" I call, whickering a greeting. The Meadow's not exactly crowded today - the summer sun tends to drive many of them into the shade of the Forest, I've noticed. My smile is hesitant. "Or just in a hurry to take a walk?" It's a lame joke, but she doesn't look like the snarling type - at least, I rather hope not.
OOC; This is a trashfire of a post but hey hi this is Uisce. Forgive me while I try to shake the rust off.