02-09-2021, 04:50 PM
The light that meets the dark
This world had always been a dangerous place, long before the Eclipse. Cheri was a sunlight-born foal, able to recall and remember happier times than these, but even those recollections were filled with subtle warnings from her parents. Evil lived, and it lurked somewhere out of her reach. When she’d been just a baby, Cheri remembered conjurations of false monsters and fairytales, stories meant to keep her tucked close under the watchful eyes of her caregivers, but the older she grew the more wisdom and reality lent itself to her. She knew, young as she was, that there was both truth and falsehood in the ideas of living demons.
Sometimes, the worst lived within. Most times, it was found in the world around them.
There was good and bad and everything in between, and amidst all the new thoughts swirling in her head there was Targaryen.
He was good; Cheri felt certain of it. Good enough to find her in Taiga and good enough not to have hurt her when they first met, during a time of vulnerability and uncertainty for her. She’d only been a foal! (Though she’s not much more than that now.) Young, green, full of wonder… just a child who was destined to experience something life changing. A little filly who somehow came across him on the riverbanks, saved his life, and in turn found her own life thusly saved. Cheri was still too young to comprehend the gravity of a thing like inescapable fate, but she wasn’t too young to see a good thing when she had it.
As thanks for everything he’d done, Cheri’s father had offered him a lifetime’s worth of access to the redwoods. No matter where the color-changing stallion went, now he’d always have a home in Taiga. That was, of course, as long as Cheri’s family remained.
There wasn’t much doubt in Cheri’s mind over the matter when she went off to meet up with the pegasus later, after the chaos had died and everyone had calmed down, and about a day or so after she’d taken ample time to heal and rest. To her, it seemed natural that Yanhua would just remain and exist here forever, so it also made sense that Targaryen would never have to worry about whether he was welcome here or not. Perhaps her father had been a little too inquisitive over the nature of Targaryen’s sudden arrival, but Cheri laughed to think of her father being any less proper than decorum demanded of him.
That meant she was free to spend her time with Targaryen as she wished, and Cheri honestly wished to spend all of her current time with Targaryen.
“There you are!” She laughed prettily, slipping from the dark and into the sphere of his presence from between the redwood roots. Her limbs had grown and given Cheri a bit of awkwardness, but the yearling mare managed to navigate the way towards her expected companion without stumbling or falling flat on her nose. “Ready for the grand tour?” She asked him, slowing to halt at his side.
In the dark, Cheri reasoned that his coloring wasn’t done justice. She remembered how Targaryen had looked that night on the River’s shore, his skin painted with clouds and swirling colors muted by the night. This dark - the dark of an Eclipse - colored him differently, but not quite as beautifully as she recalled. She smiled; perhaps the emotion was lost to the shadows, and then Cheri shivered as the wet summer fog clung to her black withers. A mystery, She thought of him, pawing absently, I’m glad he stayed.
Sometimes, the worst lived within. Most times, it was found in the world around them.
There was good and bad and everything in between, and amidst all the new thoughts swirling in her head there was Targaryen.
He was good; Cheri felt certain of it. Good enough to find her in Taiga and good enough not to have hurt her when they first met, during a time of vulnerability and uncertainty for her. She’d only been a foal! (Though she’s not much more than that now.) Young, green, full of wonder… just a child who was destined to experience something life changing. A little filly who somehow came across him on the riverbanks, saved his life, and in turn found her own life thusly saved. Cheri was still too young to comprehend the gravity of a thing like inescapable fate, but she wasn’t too young to see a good thing when she had it.
As thanks for everything he’d done, Cheri’s father had offered him a lifetime’s worth of access to the redwoods. No matter where the color-changing stallion went, now he’d always have a home in Taiga. That was, of course, as long as Cheri’s family remained.
There wasn’t much doubt in Cheri’s mind over the matter when she went off to meet up with the pegasus later, after the chaos had died and everyone had calmed down, and about a day or so after she’d taken ample time to heal and rest. To her, it seemed natural that Yanhua would just remain and exist here forever, so it also made sense that Targaryen would never have to worry about whether he was welcome here or not. Perhaps her father had been a little too inquisitive over the nature of Targaryen’s sudden arrival, but Cheri laughed to think of her father being any less proper than decorum demanded of him.
That meant she was free to spend her time with Targaryen as she wished, and Cheri honestly wished to spend all of her current time with Targaryen.
“There you are!” She laughed prettily, slipping from the dark and into the sphere of his presence from between the redwood roots. Her limbs had grown and given Cheri a bit of awkwardness, but the yearling mare managed to navigate the way towards her expected companion without stumbling or falling flat on her nose. “Ready for the grand tour?” She asked him, slowing to halt at his side.
In the dark, Cheri reasoned that his coloring wasn’t done justice. She remembered how Targaryen had looked that night on the River’s shore, his skin painted with clouds and swirling colors muted by the night. This dark - the dark of an Eclipse - colored him differently, but not quite as beautifully as she recalled. She smiled; perhaps the emotion was lost to the shadows, and then Cheri shivered as the wet summer fog clung to her black withers. A mystery, She thought of him, pawing absently, I’m glad he stayed.
@[Targaryen]