03-29-2018, 03:44 PM
Out with the golden we sew, and the lower past that crawls.
Now, to the doorway you run, to the girl that's not lost.
Now, to the doorway you run, to the girl that's not lost.
Although Kylin stumbles often as we make our way to the lake, and every time I reach to steady her, she is truthfully quite quick on her feet, and we finish the journey in next to no time. The little lavender girl is clearly elated to see her birthplace, that which her heart calls home, and I allow that perhaps all the stumbles, all the pain, all the trauma of her past life might be forgiven when face to face with Hyaline's beautiful lake. As she admires it with her hazel eyes, I admire her with my own nutmeg ones, pleased beyond measure to see such a happy expression on the girl's face, a face that had been next to dead upon our initial meeting.
My questions, however, go unanswered save for a relatively airy hum that could mean almost anything; I inhale as if to reiterate my questions, but then think better of it. The girl is clearly exhausted, barely able to walk never mind to keep up an intellectual conversation. As we finally reach the bank, I halt next to Kylin, admiring for a moment, wondering if I alone am enough to convince Kylin to live here. Hyaline is for the lost souls, the broken souls - she belongs here, and every fiber of my being screams so impassionedly.
"Be careful Kylin," I murmur when I realize what her intentions are, her hooves sliding out towards the ice. I want to be able to trust her out there, but by the sleepy smile on her tired face, I know that that would be irresponsible of me. I step towards her, pressing my nose to her, drawing her close to me as a mother would a child. "Come on, love, let's get some rest. The lake will be here in the morning, I promise."
Murmuring more calming words the my little charge, I slowly maneuver us through the snowy shore until we come alongside a rock face. Before long, I have gently ushered Kylin inside, still talking sweetly to her, guiding her with my nose until she collapses on to the cool floor in a heap of ankles and knees. Walking around behind her, I too lay down, wriggling until we are pressed together like two crescent moons. My lips work idly at her pretty purple mane, untangling notes and removing dirt. She may have had a bath, but in my opinion, she still desperately needs some love.
"In the morning, I'll take you to meet others from Hyaline, okay? For now, sleep. I'll stay with you all night. You needn't worry."
And, head on her neck, I gently press the girl into unconsciousness with me. Our dreams are sweet and nonsensical, full of sunshine and false-memories that evoke no pain or nostalgia within us. In the morning, the girl will rise just subtly different - with a full belly, and flesh that fits less taught over her skeleton. It is the least I can do for her, and by all means, I am happy to use my powers for good just this once.
My questions, however, go unanswered save for a relatively airy hum that could mean almost anything; I inhale as if to reiterate my questions, but then think better of it. The girl is clearly exhausted, barely able to walk never mind to keep up an intellectual conversation. As we finally reach the bank, I halt next to Kylin, admiring for a moment, wondering if I alone am enough to convince Kylin to live here. Hyaline is for the lost souls, the broken souls - she belongs here, and every fiber of my being screams so impassionedly.
"Be careful Kylin," I murmur when I realize what her intentions are, her hooves sliding out towards the ice. I want to be able to trust her out there, but by the sleepy smile on her tired face, I know that that would be irresponsible of me. I step towards her, pressing my nose to her, drawing her close to me as a mother would a child. "Come on, love, let's get some rest. The lake will be here in the morning, I promise."
Murmuring more calming words the my little charge, I slowly maneuver us through the snowy shore until we come alongside a rock face. Before long, I have gently ushered Kylin inside, still talking sweetly to her, guiding her with my nose until she collapses on to the cool floor in a heap of ankles and knees. Walking around behind her, I too lay down, wriggling until we are pressed together like two crescent moons. My lips work idly at her pretty purple mane, untangling notes and removing dirt. She may have had a bath, but in my opinion, she still desperately needs some love.
"In the morning, I'll take you to meet others from Hyaline, okay? For now, sleep. I'll stay with you all night. You needn't worry."
And, head on her neck, I gently press the girl into unconsciousness with me. Our dreams are sweet and nonsensical, full of sunshine and false-memories that evoke no pain or nostalgia within us. In the morning, the girl will rise just subtly different - with a full belly, and flesh that fits less taught over her skeleton. It is the least I can do for her, and by all means, I am happy to use my powers for good just this once.
Kagerus
sweet nothing
@[Kylin] I loved this thread <3 You should definitely post Kylin in Hyaline to Any so she can get to know everyone!! Then you should post her to me because post-birth Kag is going to need some lovin like Ky got today. <3
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