09-04-2015, 12:47 AM
nocturnal and quark's imaginary girl
It wasn’t the fireflies that called to her today. Those lonely flickering stillborn soul-lights had gotten a whole lot less lonely lately since a girl named Wrynn had befriended them. They still visited Strange now and then, but when they called it was playful instead of desperate. No, today someone else was stirring, a presence somewhere between pensive and frustrated. Someone familiar, someone family.
She wasn’t quite so little anymore. Younger than she should have been by a long shot, sure, spending too much time drifting around in other worlds for her body to grow and develop at a natural pace. So she still looked little older than a yearling, black with white feathering growing in on her lower legs, deep blue eyes, a bright yellow crescent moon on her side, curving along her ribcage like a permanent embrace from her mothers, both living and dead.
And speaking of the dead. Noctem had been awfully quiet lately. Hadn’t been talking or visiting or being his playful self, and it had her a little…concerned. Perhaps the pensive, frustrated presence was him? He might be…she’d gotten the feeling lately that he was tired of being the invisible third wheel in the realm of the living. He’d been keeping to himself more, and answering her gentle prodding less. Thankfully, the afterlife had gotten a great deal easier to access lately. Not that it was ever out of reach, not exactly, but it used to take more effort to find her way there. Now it was as easy as taking a deep breath and a step to the side.
When she did, though, it was not her twin she felt drawing her forward. Someone else, someone she had never met in anything but her mother’s stories. Blue eyes wide with excitement, she followed that gentle pull until she met a stranger who looked an awful lot like Momma Luna, both in image and in force of personality. There was something regal about him – which made sense, since he had been king of the Chamber in life. And a damn fine king, if Momma’s stories were any indication.
“Oh! Hello, Grandfather! Um, my name is Strangelet, but people mostly call me Strange. It’s very nice to meet you! Momma speaks very highly of you. She loves you a lot, you know.”
Come with me and you'll be in a world of pure imagination
living there you'll be free if you truly wish to be.
living there you'll be free if you truly wish to be.