12-09-2019, 09:22 PM
To live in the ocean, that must be an incredible thing.
She wonders, if the world beneath the water is as beautiful as it is on land - if the plants bloom, and the wildlife sings, and the waves might tousle her mane like the winds in her world does. They probably do, she thinks, or maybe she is just playing the part of the naive dreamer that she had become so intimate with.
The painted young lady considers Rivuline’s query to Celina for a brief moment, her attention turning politely to and from each beautifully strange creature as they talk and...stare? The term ‘talk’ was proving to be rather generous it seemed; the other two girls having only spoken a few meager words before lapsing into silence once more. But the spareness of dialect is something she was guilty of too, having chosen to remain quiet for most of the exchange.
And for as much as the dreamer was enthralled with the idea of holding witness to the redwood forest’s beauty, the grumble of her stomach posed an annoying objection to joining them on their journey. The thought of brittle grass made her gut clench, and she understood that the cravings she had would not be satiated by her preferred means
“I’m heading in the opposite direction,” she admitted, the greys of her eyes becoming apologetic. Turning, she shifts to better view the pair of them, her wider steps causing the snow to crunch in protest beneath her. “I’m glad to have met you both, and I wish you safe travels to Taiga and wherever your paths may lead.” She got the impression that the white filly was smart and was confident that the girl knew her way back home, but still,it never hurt to wish someone well, especially if you enjoyed your companions company.
“ Maybe one day, we’ll meet again in our dreams,” she says quietly, nearly mischievous with the rise of a genuine smile. They are her last words before her vision swims into reds and yellows, and her silhouette disappears in the blooming darkness.
@[Rivuline] @[Celina] just a crappy closing thing to help keep things straight in my head
She wonders, if the world beneath the water is as beautiful as it is on land - if the plants bloom, and the wildlife sings, and the waves might tousle her mane like the winds in her world does. They probably do, she thinks, or maybe she is just playing the part of the naive dreamer that she had become so intimate with.
The painted young lady considers Rivuline’s query to Celina for a brief moment, her attention turning politely to and from each beautifully strange creature as they talk and...stare? The term ‘talk’ was proving to be rather generous it seemed; the other two girls having only spoken a few meager words before lapsing into silence once more. But the spareness of dialect is something she was guilty of too, having chosen to remain quiet for most of the exchange.
And for as much as the dreamer was enthralled with the idea of holding witness to the redwood forest’s beauty, the grumble of her stomach posed an annoying objection to joining them on their journey. The thought of brittle grass made her gut clench, and she understood that the cravings she had would not be satiated by her preferred means
“I’m heading in the opposite direction,” she admitted, the greys of her eyes becoming apologetic. Turning, she shifts to better view the pair of them, her wider steps causing the snow to crunch in protest beneath her. “I’m glad to have met you both, and I wish you safe travels to Taiga and wherever your paths may lead.” She got the impression that the white filly was smart and was confident that the girl knew her way back home, but still,it never hurt to wish someone well, especially if you enjoyed your companions company.
“ Maybe one day, we’ll meet again in our dreams,” she says quietly, nearly mischievous with the rise of a genuine smile. They are her last words before her vision swims into reds and yellows, and her silhouette disappears in the blooming darkness.
@[Rivuline] @[Celina] just a crappy closing thing to help keep things straight in my head
