06-30-2019, 02:42 PM
you were a vision in the morning
when the light came through,
i know i've only felt religion
when i've lied with you
and i'm still waking every morning
but it's not with you
when the light came through,
i know i've only felt religion
when i've lied with you
and i'm still waking every morning
but it's not with you
.
There had been a time when all she had known was adventure. She greeted each dawn with an excitement, with an endless wonder of what the day would bring her. The idea of boredom frightened her, and so she never allowed it to take hold of her. She knew more of Beqanna than perhaps most did, with her insatiable wanderlust taking her to every corner, to every creature; kelpie and kraken, magician and dragons, there were so few that could startle her anymore. She had never ran across anyone that she didn’t try to call a friend, and so far, she was still blissfully ignorant to the fact that several of those “friends” could just as easily have destroyed her instead of amusing her with conversation.
She isn’t sure if it is age (though, she could hardly even be considered an adult) or if reality had finally hit her and caused the world to lose its luster, but it had been a long while since she last did anything that could be considered adventurous. Something about her feral and chaotic soul had become subdued, and try as she might, nothing really seemed to spark it alive again.
When she comes to the meadow, she isn’t sure what she is searching for. She passes by several horses, some in groups, some clearly off in their own world, but the smile that she spares all of them is faint and distant. She continues past them all, her dark brown eyes scanning across the rolling grasses and swaying wildflowers, and then she sees him, laying in the distance. Even from where she stood, there was something about him that drew her to him, and as she stepped forward – with not nearly as much caution as she likely should have – it became easier to see how unique he was. It was the horns that twisted from his head that caught her attention first, but then it was his gaunt, almost emaciated appearance that drew her eye next.
“Are you okay?” She asks as she peers over top of him, her metallic blaze glinting beneath the rays of the sun. Maybe he was sick? Maybe he was still suffering from the effects of the plague? She isn’t sure, but the way her eyes brimmed with the concern and her face was drawn taut, it was evident she thought there had to be something wrong with him.
She isn’t sure if it is age (though, she could hardly even be considered an adult) or if reality had finally hit her and caused the world to lose its luster, but it had been a long while since she last did anything that could be considered adventurous. Something about her feral and chaotic soul had become subdued, and try as she might, nothing really seemed to spark it alive again.
When she comes to the meadow, she isn’t sure what she is searching for. She passes by several horses, some in groups, some clearly off in their own world, but the smile that she spares all of them is faint and distant. She continues past them all, her dark brown eyes scanning across the rolling grasses and swaying wildflowers, and then she sees him, laying in the distance. Even from where she stood, there was something about him that drew her to him, and as she stepped forward – with not nearly as much caution as she likely should have – it became easier to see how unique he was. It was the horns that twisted from his head that caught her attention first, but then it was his gaunt, almost emaciated appearance that drew her eye next.
“Are you okay?” She asks as she peers over top of him, her metallic blaze glinting beneath the rays of the sun. Maybe he was sick? Maybe he was still suffering from the effects of the plague? She isn’t sure, but the way her eyes brimmed with the concern and her face was drawn taut, it was evident she thought there had to be something wrong with him.
chryseis
@[Velkan]