08-20-2015, 03:41 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-20-2015, 03:42 PM by Beqanna Fairy.)
I quite like that last thought, and so I appear to the Amazonian in the most fitting way.
She will see me – barely – but to any passersby the grey mare will be talking only to the empty air in front of her.
I look equine for her only because she is a horse herself. To the trees I am flora, to the earth I am stone. There is nothing more substantive to my figure than shimmering air, and shadows that might be wings – or even clouds. --Hello Lagertha--, she will hear, a voice just barely outside her soft ears. --I like the horns--, I add as a too-warm for fall breeze brushes against her forehead. --And new wings too? My my.-- A cooler touch, soft against the fledging appendages. --What would you like to talk about?--
She will see me – barely – but to any passersby the grey mare will be talking only to the empty air in front of her.
I look equine for her only because she is a horse herself. To the trees I am flora, to the earth I am stone. There is nothing more substantive to my figure than shimmering air, and shadows that might be wings – or even clouds. --Hello Lagertha--, she will hear, a voice just barely outside her soft ears. --I like the horns--, I add as a too-warm for fall breeze brushes against her forehead. --And new wings too? My my.-- A cooler touch, soft against the fledging appendages. --What would you like to talk about?--