A gully.
That's what her mother had called it and Celest liked the sound of that. It was somehow playful and gloomy at the same time. Sheltered yet dangerous - a place to find wet soil and dead things.
But today, the only thing in this gully is a girl who is full of light and life. Although the light she carries is not always pure and bright - she likes to dabble in darkness and fancies herself a great force yet to be woken.
She had her own secluded gully with a quiet and ripple-less gazing pool. And here, the daughter of Carnage lays dabbling in magic. Water like glass reflects her small dished face and the oak branches above her, but this is not what she sees. She looks beyond the glasslike surface, beyond her own reflection.
A haphazard dam separates this pool from the main river - it took the filly an entire day to make. It hadn't been easy. She had dragged sticks, rolled stones with her nose, and constructed the dam from whatever debri was available to her. The results made the toil worthwhile.
She lays in the cool soil like a piece of tumbled sea glass. Her cream and teal front legs neatly tucked below her and she appears to study the water. She had discovered that for her and her mother time did not unfold the way it did for others. For them memories were not exclusively moments from the past - sometimes they had memories of the future. And this is a beautiful thing for a little girl to discover herself capable of.
She would not shrug her shoulders at such a gift, as her mother had. And Celest didn't want to be at the mercy of dreams. She knew she could find a way to call up these future memories the way she could so easily summon a memory of yesterdays bath, she was here to test this theory.
Time passes, and she falls into a sort of trance she is more relaxed than she has possibly ever been, she feels... floaty? She tries not to think about it, tries to remain calm, that's the only way this will work. Just when she is slipping into a deeper relaxation it hits her.
Her mouth fills with the taste of blood and the scent of a predator fills her nostrils. Her self-preservation instincts kick in and she tries to stand but her front legs have fallen asleep and she sinks back into the fertile earth. She spits, but there is no blood in her mouth, and with a gasp she realizes that she had done what she set out to do. She has touched the future, just barely, and she's simultaneously elated and terrified. All she had was a scent, a name, and a feeling -he was not here yet, but he was coming.
Fire-fang.
@[Crevan]
That's what her mother had called it and Celest liked the sound of that. It was somehow playful and gloomy at the same time. Sheltered yet dangerous - a place to find wet soil and dead things.
But today, the only thing in this gully is a girl who is full of light and life. Although the light she carries is not always pure and bright - she likes to dabble in darkness and fancies herself a great force yet to be woken.
She had her own secluded gully with a quiet and ripple-less gazing pool. And here, the daughter of Carnage lays dabbling in magic. Water like glass reflects her small dished face and the oak branches above her, but this is not what she sees. She looks beyond the glasslike surface, beyond her own reflection.
A haphazard dam separates this pool from the main river - it took the filly an entire day to make. It hadn't been easy. She had dragged sticks, rolled stones with her nose, and constructed the dam from whatever debri was available to her. The results made the toil worthwhile.
She lays in the cool soil like a piece of tumbled sea glass. Her cream and teal front legs neatly tucked below her and she appears to study the water. She had discovered that for her and her mother time did not unfold the way it did for others. For them memories were not exclusively moments from the past - sometimes they had memories of the future. And this is a beautiful thing for a little girl to discover herself capable of.
She would not shrug her shoulders at such a gift, as her mother had. And Celest didn't want to be at the mercy of dreams. She knew she could find a way to call up these future memories the way she could so easily summon a memory of yesterdays bath, she was here to test this theory.
Time passes, and she falls into a sort of trance she is more relaxed than she has possibly ever been, she feels... floaty? She tries not to think about it, tries to remain calm, that's the only way this will work. Just when she is slipping into a deeper relaxation it hits her.
Her mouth fills with the taste of blood and the scent of a predator fills her nostrils. Her self-preservation instincts kick in and she tries to stand but her front legs have fallen asleep and she sinks back into the fertile earth. She spits, but there is no blood in her mouth, and with a gasp she realizes that she had done what she set out to do. She has touched the future, just barely, and she's simultaneously elated and terrified. All she had was a scent, a name, and a feeling -he was not here yet, but he was coming.
Fire-fang.
@[Crevan]
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