10-22-2019, 06:23 PM
Any other time, @[Popinjay]'s squeal would have elicited empathy from Celina, but now she just laughs , a cackle that echoes in her ears and bounces off the stone and turns into an aquamarine swirl that touches each of the trees before disappearing into a small wren with beady black eyes.
The wren is peering at Poppy, who is kneeling and drinking beside her. Why are they kneeling? She must have forgotten, but she bends her knees to a level with the bay filly. The gulping of her companion sounds like the crash of waves, and the cave floor looks like a brown cloud, and Celina falls to the side in slow motion. The stone and earth are cool against her legs, and she moves them slowly back and forth as her fireflies flicker almost drunkenley back and forth above her.
"It's your mouth probably," She tells Popinjay, taking a moment to run her tongue against hr teeth again. What does it taste like? Mushrooms still, and the water. Does it taste like the air she breathes? Maybe. She is caught up in attempting to lick the air when she hears the splash. The water falls across her, cold and unexpected. Scrambling to her feet, she loses her balance once or twice, and manages to stand just as Popinjay speaks again.
"I'm not on your tongue." She says. "See?" She sticks out her own tongue, and it is long enough to reach the ceiling and then the sky and when Celina blinks she is out in the open, staring up at the sky that is fading into a fire of reds and pinks and oranges.
"What's a cloud taste like?" She asks Popinjay. "Can you got one?"
The wren is peering at Poppy, who is kneeling and drinking beside her. Why are they kneeling? She must have forgotten, but she bends her knees to a level with the bay filly. The gulping of her companion sounds like the crash of waves, and the cave floor looks like a brown cloud, and Celina falls to the side in slow motion. The stone and earth are cool against her legs, and she moves them slowly back and forth as her fireflies flicker almost drunkenley back and forth above her.
"It's your mouth probably," She tells Popinjay, taking a moment to run her tongue against hr teeth again. What does it taste like? Mushrooms still, and the water. Does it taste like the air she breathes? Maybe. She is caught up in attempting to lick the air when she hears the splash. The water falls across her, cold and unexpected. Scrambling to her feet, she loses her balance once or twice, and manages to stand just as Popinjay speaks again.
"I'm not on your tongue." She says. "See?" She sticks out her own tongue, and it is long enough to reach the ceiling and then the sky and when Celina blinks she is out in the open, staring up at the sky that is fading into a fire of reds and pinks and oranges.
"What's a cloud taste like?" She asks Popinjay. "Can you got one?"