09-08-2019, 11:25 PM
chaos is only understood when
it is loved by the wild,
not the weak.
She was young, and so there was much of this world that she still didn’t understand, and even more that her mother has shielded her from.
Destruction and chaos were just a few of them.
To say that she had grown up coddled and sheltered would not be entirely accurate. Aislyn had been too brash and bold to fully succumb to her mother’s overprotective ways, and luckily enough, it was never long before her mother was distracted by something – or someone – else anyway. But maybe if she had stayed, maybe if she had asked questions, and maybe if she had paid attention – really paid attention – to what her mother was like, she would have had a better understanding of the world. The world that she was likely destined for, the world that her mother had weaved her into.
As it is, Aislyn only knew the wildness of it.
She knew the ruggedness of the mountains and the sharp winds of the coastline, she knew the scorching sun and the biting cold of winter. She has learned to dodge the places predators hunted and how to be leery of dark magic, but she never has learned, or even thought about, all the ways in which she was not prepared to protect herself. She doesn’t see the way her mother breaks herself against hearts too jagged and unforgiving, she doesn’t see what can happen if you become addicted to suffering.
Her lack of understanding is what makes her ask in confusion, “You saw something beautiful and you wanted to destroy it?” It could have almost sounded scolding, but the way her brightly colored eyes glitter when the sun catches them betrays that. She laughs then as she steps forward, reaching to pull a few stray petals that clung to his mane. It did not occur to her that the maneuver was perhaps a little bold, since she didn’t know him, but his skin felt smooth where her lips accidentally brush, and she does not mind the risk. “No thank you, I’ll stick to admiring them and letting them live.” She pulls back, regarding him almost shyly with the heat of his skin still on her lips. “I’m Aislyn, by the way.”
Destruction and chaos were just a few of them.
To say that she had grown up coddled and sheltered would not be entirely accurate. Aislyn had been too brash and bold to fully succumb to her mother’s overprotective ways, and luckily enough, it was never long before her mother was distracted by something – or someone – else anyway. But maybe if she had stayed, maybe if she had asked questions, and maybe if she had paid attention – really paid attention – to what her mother was like, she would have had a better understanding of the world. The world that she was likely destined for, the world that her mother had weaved her into.
As it is, Aislyn only knew the wildness of it.
She knew the ruggedness of the mountains and the sharp winds of the coastline, she knew the scorching sun and the biting cold of winter. She has learned to dodge the places predators hunted and how to be leery of dark magic, but she never has learned, or even thought about, all the ways in which she was not prepared to protect herself. She doesn’t see the way her mother breaks herself against hearts too jagged and unforgiving, she doesn’t see what can happen if you become addicted to suffering.
Her lack of understanding is what makes her ask in confusion, “You saw something beautiful and you wanted to destroy it?” It could have almost sounded scolding, but the way her brightly colored eyes glitter when the sun catches them betrays that. She laughs then as she steps forward, reaching to pull a few stray petals that clung to his mane. It did not occur to her that the maneuver was perhaps a little bold, since she didn’t know him, but his skin felt smooth where her lips accidentally brush, and she does not mind the risk. “No thank you, I’ll stick to admiring them and letting them live.” She pulls back, regarding him almost shyly with the heat of his skin still on her lips. “I’m Aislyn, by the way.”
Aislyn
@[Valek]