03-26-2017, 12:35 AM
i swore that i'd never let you back in
Abelia had not made the notion to search beyond the field and the meadow just yet. The familiarity of the land and memories with her recently returning comforted her more than ever anywhere else. She had lived in the meadow for a time once—years before she had left into the world outside of Beqanna.
When she came down from the mountain, she had not missed the changes that extended far beyond the tree lines. Her horn and everlasting age may be gone, but the wings upon her back would not go without use. And even a good pair of eyes (old age surely might make her blind eventually if she never gets her immortality back) aided her in seeing the changes.
The kingdoms and herd lands she knew growing up and exploring where gone. The sandy dunes was nowhere to be seen either. It had been a home to the winged mare at one point—a thought of her mother and sister briefly touch her present thoughts. Now a new world lay just over the horizon, and along came with new faces.
Still, she is not sure though what it all means.
Abelia peers at him curiously when he notices her. The girl just notices now he had been in his own world. It was another world she often visited too, a world that touched beyond physical reality. A dreamer world she lived in, and she was the dreamer.
When he turns to face her, she straightens up a little, feeling his full attention on her now. His voice is rough and low. It almost reminds her of a frog she once heard. Yet, his was a little softer and gentler in her opinion. “Hi Falk,” she says beaming at him again more than ever.
It had been a long time since Abelia had been around others—she is brighter and bubblier than usual. Approaching and making conversation with others usually had never been her thing to do. She most of the time preferred to keep back and watch from a distant; however, she at times would crave for the companionship of others and anything that changed her world.
Falk smiles back at her. Despite how broken and strange it looks, Abelia does not take notice to it. She simply sees the smile for what it is right now—warming and welcoming. “What were you thinking about?” She asks with a tilt of her head, brow furrowing just a bit as she looks at him curiously.
When she came down from the mountain, she had not missed the changes that extended far beyond the tree lines. Her horn and everlasting age may be gone, but the wings upon her back would not go without use. And even a good pair of eyes (old age surely might make her blind eventually if she never gets her immortality back) aided her in seeing the changes.
The kingdoms and herd lands she knew growing up and exploring where gone. The sandy dunes was nowhere to be seen either. It had been a home to the winged mare at one point—a thought of her mother and sister briefly touch her present thoughts. Now a new world lay just over the horizon, and along came with new faces.
Still, she is not sure though what it all means.
Abelia peers at him curiously when he notices her. The girl just notices now he had been in his own world. It was another world she often visited too, a world that touched beyond physical reality. A dreamer world she lived in, and she was the dreamer.
When he turns to face her, she straightens up a little, feeling his full attention on her now. His voice is rough and low. It almost reminds her of a frog she once heard. Yet, his was a little softer and gentler in her opinion. “Hi Falk,” she says beaming at him again more than ever.
It had been a long time since Abelia had been around others—she is brighter and bubblier than usual. Approaching and making conversation with others usually had never been her thing to do. She most of the time preferred to keep back and watch from a distant; however, she at times would crave for the companionship of others and anything that changed her world.
Falk smiles back at her. Despite how broken and strange it looks, Abelia does not take notice to it. She simply sees the smile for what it is right now—warming and welcoming. “What were you thinking about?” She asks with a tilt of her head, brow furrowing just a bit as she looks at him curiously.
