05-17-2020, 07:21 PM
Hello, the dreamer replies, and her smile grows wider.
While they’re motionless and their world is still, the weaver’s mind backtracks to a different perspective, replaying the motions of the golden boy skipping from cloud to cloud, and gliding in places between leaps. There is something in the way that he moves through the sky - something that exudes the thrill of simple pleasure and contentment. It’s contagious apparently because as her mind’s eye switches and tunnels back to the present, there’s nothing more that she wants than to experience that same feeling.
Catcher laughs giddily, maybe even a bit stupidly as her head swivels back to studiously craft an impossibly airy set of wings fashioned from the cloud she stood atop. Looking back to the stranger, her gray eyes brightened.
“You didn’t,” she remarked honestly, leaping forward with ethereal wings outstretched, letting the playful wind buoy her long enough to alight directly next to him. “I don’t think you did anyway. But I did get pulled here from somewhere else somehow.”
Now that she was closer, the gold of his skin burned more brightly, intensely against the stark white and crisp blue that held them. It was almost as though he was the center of this place, and everything else was just spinning around him. “You’re just like the sun,” she said delicately, leaning carefully towards him half expecting that he’d radiate heat as devastatingly brilliant as the burning star did. “Did you know that?”
CATCHER
caught in the afterglow
@[elio]
