chaos is only understood when
it is loved by the wild,
not the weak.
It has been months since she last went home to Tephra, or even returned to the familiar forests of Taiga, but that wanderlust in her veins was something she couldn’t seem to shake. She wanted to see what laid beyond every mountain peak, she wanted to see if the edges of every beach were different or if the spray of the sea smelled the same no matter where she went. She spent her mornings in fog-laced forests and her evenings in dew-kissed meadows, and everything in between, and still, it wasn’t enough.
The further she traveled, the tighter her chest felt. The smaller Beqanna seemed to become, even though she has not possibly seen it all. But what would she do, once she has? She was afraid of being bored. She was afraid of living here forever, and never accomplishing anything. She was afraid of being nothing.
Such heavy thoughts, for a girl that just turned a year old.
The lush grasses of the meadow were tall, and she slips through it like water, parting the sea of emerald green with her svelte body. For the most part, she is ignoring the sounds around her; their voices, their movements, even the melody of songbirds were lost to the persistent thoughts that refused to grow quiet.
It is only the sudden rustling of the brush off to the side that draws her from her disheartened train of thought, and she stops.
Her head tilts to the side, as though that might better allow her to pinpoint the exact location of the sound. With her eyes narrowing in concentration, she follows the sound, until she finds a boy laced in gold rolling in a bed of purple flowers. The sight makes her giggle, and she can’t help it. The sound spills from her lips like water over rocks, and her bright pink eyes glitter with her amusement when she finally asks him, “Why are you ruining the flowers? Did they personally offend you in some way?”
The further she traveled, the tighter her chest felt. The smaller Beqanna seemed to become, even though she has not possibly seen it all. But what would she do, once she has? She was afraid of being bored. She was afraid of living here forever, and never accomplishing anything. She was afraid of being nothing.
Such heavy thoughts, for a girl that just turned a year old.
The lush grasses of the meadow were tall, and she slips through it like water, parting the sea of emerald green with her svelte body. For the most part, she is ignoring the sounds around her; their voices, their movements, even the melody of songbirds were lost to the persistent thoughts that refused to grow quiet.
It is only the sudden rustling of the brush off to the side that draws her from her disheartened train of thought, and she stops.
Her head tilts to the side, as though that might better allow her to pinpoint the exact location of the sound. With her eyes narrowing in concentration, she follows the sound, until she finds a boy laced in gold rolling in a bed of purple flowers. The sight makes her giggle, and she can’t help it. The sound spills from her lips like water over rocks, and her bright pink eyes glitter with her amusement when she finally asks him, “Why are you ruining the flowers? Did they personally offend you in some way?”
Aislyn
@[Valek]