a bright and dangerous spark
It’d been … forever. Cheri meant what she said when she told Starlore that she wouldn’t forget to find him someday. She remembered meeting the haloed colt like it was yesterday, often catching herself laughing during a steam bath about him exploding a rock and blaming it on her. Then she would feel a pang of guilt and remember their conversation about leaving home, so bittersweet and personal a thing to discuss between strangers, and her determination to find him again would eat away at her for a while after that.
Having firmly settled into Loess and at odds with herself about what, if any, direction her life was taking, Cheri took the time after Obscene’s visit to escape the confines of her Kingdom and finally put her memories of the Silver Cove stallion out of her head for good. Oceane knew of her intentions to vacation, so Cheri took flight one early gray dawn and headed east into Hyaline’s craggy peaks. She felt out of practice, stopping often to catch her breath or land for a short stint of walking through the expansive countryside. Normally, a half-day’s flight would’ve been easy soaring but for some reason Cheri just felt breathless and weighed down.
Her day and an evening trip quickly became a night spent in a cavernous mountain, then another day’s worth of struggling before Cheri finally touched down on the metallic, silvery sands.
On the beach she caught her breath, looking behind her at the inlet of water stretching as far as the eyes could see. Dark, choppy waters meant a likely storm somewhere far out to sea, but for now the overcast weather held tight. Cheri sighed and wondered if she could find the lake Starlore had showed her once, all on her own. Her dark, elegant head twisted back to look up at the high dunes and the small, sloping cliff covered in sparkling waves of grass, and she set out in no particular hurry at all.
Silver Cove was so much more beautiful in the light of the sun, even if that light was obscured by a few drifting clouds. For her northern tastes it was a pleasant cape, complete with blustering northern winds and the constant cry of seabirds. It smelled as briny and earthy as Nerine, and her scenic walk up the cliffside left Cheri nostalgic for home. She resolved to visit there on her way back if she couldn’t find Starlore, knowing he might’ve left years ago, and slipped peacefully into the fields of ripened silvergrass on her way to the hills.
Having firmly settled into Loess and at odds with herself about what, if any, direction her life was taking, Cheri took the time after Obscene’s visit to escape the confines of her Kingdom and finally put her memories of the Silver Cove stallion out of her head for good. Oceane knew of her intentions to vacation, so Cheri took flight one early gray dawn and headed east into Hyaline’s craggy peaks. She felt out of practice, stopping often to catch her breath or land for a short stint of walking through the expansive countryside. Normally, a half-day’s flight would’ve been easy soaring but for some reason Cheri just felt breathless and weighed down.
Her day and an evening trip quickly became a night spent in a cavernous mountain, then another day’s worth of struggling before Cheri finally touched down on the metallic, silvery sands.
On the beach she caught her breath, looking behind her at the inlet of water stretching as far as the eyes could see. Dark, choppy waters meant a likely storm somewhere far out to sea, but for now the overcast weather held tight. Cheri sighed and wondered if she could find the lake Starlore had showed her once, all on her own. Her dark, elegant head twisted back to look up at the high dunes and the small, sloping cliff covered in sparkling waves of grass, and she set out in no particular hurry at all.
Silver Cove was so much more beautiful in the light of the sun, even if that light was obscured by a few drifting clouds. For her northern tastes it was a pleasant cape, complete with blustering northern winds and the constant cry of seabirds. It smelled as briny and earthy as Nerine, and her scenic walk up the cliffside left Cheri nostalgic for home. She resolved to visit there on her way back if she couldn’t find Starlore, knowing he might’ve left years ago, and slipped peacefully into the fields of ripened silvergrass on her way to the hills.
@[starlore]