Iris
stars, hide your fire;
let not light see my black and deep desires
Iris would hardly call the world plain, but then again, perhaps to others it was. She does not only hear their voices (though that is the vast majority of her trait, at least right now). No, she can see the world of the dead too, at least in glimmers. Perhaps with more time and training, she would learn to see it more fully. Or perhaps she would only ever be granted glimmers of their world. Either way, she did not mind, for she knew how much more their was than most anyone else understood.
The whispers swell slightly at the presence of another. Filly, one chirps like a watchful bird. Pretty draws another, perhaps something like envy in her voice. A greedy sound though, like the owner of that voice might rip those butterfly wings right from her back if given the chance. Haughty says another, sounding rather haughty herself, and this Iris somewhat ignores because in the end, the voices only gave opinions and not always facts. Perhaps the filly was haughty, but Iris does not particularly care.
”Practice, says Iris to the voices, certain the other filly is too far away to hear. She continues to nibble on the grass, doing an excellent job of looking busy, when really her focus is on the filly. It would be easier if the other were eating, but still, she can create poisons as well. It takes a bit more effort, but it is a thing she wants to develop slowly anyway. Just a twinge at first, the beginnings of a belly ache. The twinge grows as she works, still nibbling on the grass, moving slowly and making sure she looked thoroughly occupied on the grass. It is hard to be certain when to stop, exactly, but she does her best to end it at a rather unpleasant stomach ache. Not enough to do any true damage, but just enough to see what she could accomplish.
The whispers swell slightly at the presence of another. Filly, one chirps like a watchful bird. Pretty draws another, perhaps something like envy in her voice. A greedy sound though, like the owner of that voice might rip those butterfly wings right from her back if given the chance. Haughty says another, sounding rather haughty herself, and this Iris somewhat ignores because in the end, the voices only gave opinions and not always facts. Perhaps the filly was haughty, but Iris does not particularly care.
”Practice, says Iris to the voices, certain the other filly is too far away to hear. She continues to nibble on the grass, doing an excellent job of looking busy, when really her focus is on the filly. It would be easier if the other were eating, but still, she can create poisons as well. It takes a bit more effort, but it is a thing she wants to develop slowly anyway. Just a twinge at first, the beginnings of a belly ache. The twinge grows as she works, still nibbling on the grass, moving slowly and making sure she looked thoroughly occupied on the grass. It is hard to be certain when to stop, exactly, but she does her best to end it at a rather unpleasant stomach ache. Not enough to do any true damage, but just enough to see what she could accomplish.
iris
@[Ereshkigal]