11-16-2019, 05:09 PM
Along the line, her dreams had shifted.
It was her own doing; she’d given control away, let her mind freely wander after the sun fell beyond the mountains. It had all been for the sake of curiosity, to see what fantastical twists and turns were left unimagined. For all the light she had sparked and loved, there were equally as dark and confusing things that came to be when the curtains parted. They were of the most explainable kinds of things, they were mysterious, and they were deep - they were incredible.
Catcher wanted more.
Tonight in the black water, her phantasmal body glowed underwhelmingly compared to the angler fish that glided lazily past. Every step she takes is heavy but the sand remains settled, moving as easily through the trenches as she would the flowers of the meadow. There is a thrum beneath her from the living earth, it’s beat paced and steady like the beat she feels in her own chest. Despite the glow, she cannot see in the darkness, she can only move with the currents the ocean offers her. And for a moment she knows peace in blind faith.
When she closes her eyes and smiles, there is a tug between her shoulder blades. It’s soft at first, then rougher. And like a blade of grass plucked from the ground, she is sent backward with a snap. It doesn’t take long, just a second maybe until she blinks cautiously. The brightness of the sun is harsh against her unadjusted eyes, making them tear up with a grimace as she begins to look around her.
It feels soft and solid under her hooves and around her the winds churn playfully. A fluffy cloud passes to her right, and she steps towards it with a delicate tilt of her horned crown. When she finally looks down, she laughs in amusement, surprised to find that she stood upon a drifting cloud vessel herself.
“What an interesting place,” she said, wondering if clouds were like the stars, and if they were just as eager to please. But right now she cannot build or create, because a lingering presence makes it clear that she is not alone. Unable to see them yet, she calls, “Hello, is someone there?”
@[Aeris]
It was her own doing; she’d given control away, let her mind freely wander after the sun fell beyond the mountains. It had all been for the sake of curiosity, to see what fantastical twists and turns were left unimagined. For all the light she had sparked and loved, there were equally as dark and confusing things that came to be when the curtains parted. They were of the most explainable kinds of things, they were mysterious, and they were deep - they were incredible.
Catcher wanted more.
Tonight in the black water, her phantasmal body glowed underwhelmingly compared to the angler fish that glided lazily past. Every step she takes is heavy but the sand remains settled, moving as easily through the trenches as she would the flowers of the meadow. There is a thrum beneath her from the living earth, it’s beat paced and steady like the beat she feels in her own chest. Despite the glow, she cannot see in the darkness, she can only move with the currents the ocean offers her. And for a moment she knows peace in blind faith.
When she closes her eyes and smiles, there is a tug between her shoulder blades. It’s soft at first, then rougher. And like a blade of grass plucked from the ground, she is sent backward with a snap. It doesn’t take long, just a second maybe until she blinks cautiously. The brightness of the sun is harsh against her unadjusted eyes, making them tear up with a grimace as she begins to look around her.
It feels soft and solid under her hooves and around her the winds churn playfully. A fluffy cloud passes to her right, and she steps towards it with a delicate tilt of her horned crown. When she finally looks down, she laughs in amusement, surprised to find that she stood upon a drifting cloud vessel herself.
“What an interesting place,” she said, wondering if clouds were like the stars, and if they were just as eager to please. But right now she cannot build or create, because a lingering presence makes it clear that she is not alone. Unable to see them yet, she calls, “Hello, is someone there?”
@[Aeris]
