10-03-2019, 09:05 PM
How funny it is to find solace in running, to find some sliver of comfort in abandoning the past in a cloud of dust.
That had been Erio’s solution, too. It didn’t seem right at first, to hide from mother and father then to grope desperately at the feet of his superiors. It was a distraction, however, much like how running away is. It was an escape that provided salve to his wounds. His mother’s disdain still stings him, but at least he can distract himself. At least the faerie reassured him that he can survive it.
But survival is meek when his days aren’t wholesome. He searches with bright eyes and flickering ears. His plumed tail curls around his paws, the tip flicking against the ground occasionally. His grand plans to explore have halted for now as his mind traces gingerly along the edges of what the faerie gifted him. It hasn’t been fruitful thus far, but small victories have at least planted seeds of encouragement.
Distraction. That’s all it is.
A quiet consideration to rest deviates his gaze from the open meadow to the distant trees until a flower – grand and beautiful – rises far beyond his reach. Ever fascinated and enraptured by nature, Erio finds himself immediately drawn to the source. He pauses briefly, before he can be seen, and sinks loose tendrils of magic into his own bones to elongate them. A deceitful way to present himself, but he is fearful of judgment that mirrors his mother’s.
With a deep breath, he closes the distance and steps within the reaching shade of the towering blossom. ”Hello,” his voice is fresh silk rippling from the edges of his tongue, his expression bright despite the jagged white of his teeth when the words slip past, ”I’m Erio.” It’s easy to introduce himself, but despite how level his voice is, his heart quakes with the effort of magic and the fear of disappointment. ”I’ve always loved flowers,” such a boyish thing to say, but Erio can only change his physicality, not the softness of his heart. ”You found the perfect place to rest.” A gentle breeze ruffles his coat and carries with it her scent of exotic places.
@[Oriash]
maybe one day i'll get him snazzy and cute html lol that day isn't today
That had been Erio’s solution, too. It didn’t seem right at first, to hide from mother and father then to grope desperately at the feet of his superiors. It was a distraction, however, much like how running away is. It was an escape that provided salve to his wounds. His mother’s disdain still stings him, but at least he can distract himself. At least the faerie reassured him that he can survive it.
But survival is meek when his days aren’t wholesome. He searches with bright eyes and flickering ears. His plumed tail curls around his paws, the tip flicking against the ground occasionally. His grand plans to explore have halted for now as his mind traces gingerly along the edges of what the faerie gifted him. It hasn’t been fruitful thus far, but small victories have at least planted seeds of encouragement.
Distraction. That’s all it is.
A quiet consideration to rest deviates his gaze from the open meadow to the distant trees until a flower – grand and beautiful – rises far beyond his reach. Ever fascinated and enraptured by nature, Erio finds himself immediately drawn to the source. He pauses briefly, before he can be seen, and sinks loose tendrils of magic into his own bones to elongate them. A deceitful way to present himself, but he is fearful of judgment that mirrors his mother’s.
With a deep breath, he closes the distance and steps within the reaching shade of the towering blossom. ”Hello,” his voice is fresh silk rippling from the edges of his tongue, his expression bright despite the jagged white of his teeth when the words slip past, ”I’m Erio.” It’s easy to introduce himself, but despite how level his voice is, his heart quakes with the effort of magic and the fear of disappointment. ”I’ve always loved flowers,” such a boyish thing to say, but Erio can only change his physicality, not the softness of his heart. ”You found the perfect place to rest.” A gentle breeze ruffles his coat and carries with it her scent of exotic places.
@[Oriash]
maybe one day i'll get him snazzy and cute html lol that day isn't today