there's a song in your lung
and a dream in your eye
The brightness of the sun spills down upon her, causing her skin to tingle with warmth. For days now she has lingered amongst the dense foliage of the jungle. With the exception of the light bursting from within her, barely a droplet of sunlight had touched her cracked body. The thick growth, so characteristic of the Jungle, is incredibly effective at blocking out light. So when she emerges from the trees into the blinding brightness, she stops for a moment, closing her eyes as she basks in the golden light.
She does not linger here for long however. She feels so strongly the need for momentary freedom, the need to feel the light on her skin, to see what new interests the meadow has to offer, to engage in meaningless conversation, that she does not wait. With a sudden burst of motion, she surges into the sky as the light that highlights the cracks in her body flickers madly.
In short order, she arrives at the meadow. Her small hooves touch the earth with a gentle thump as her bright gaze scans the grass strewn expanse. She does not know what she is looking for. For so long now, she had held herself as a recluse. The anger and pain had waged a battle within her, a battle she had allowed few to witness. So pointless now. A pointless waste of time. But she is stronger for it, this she does not doubt.
When she sees her, a small flutter kicks inside her chest. Her golden eyes linger upon her, wondering why she looks so lost. Wondering why she feels somehow… familiar.
Almost before she realizes it, she is approaching. Her pale legs, strewn with cracks, carry her easily to the woman, even without her knowing consent. She does not smile, nor does she greet her in the manner so many are familiar with. She does not waste time with small talk as she gazes at her, head tipped slightly, golden gaze filled with intense scrutiny.
You are really quite beautiful. Did you know that?
joscelin
And cue the awkward flirting XD Also, I basically just responded to your any post below.