May the flowers remind us why the rain was necessary
As they walk, she listens intently, trying to form a mental image of the world he discusses. She imagines beautiful horses, adorned with silk and chiffon and metal coins glancing gold in the warm sunlight as they danced through open fields. She had no image for “citadel,” nor could she possible imagine cobblestone streets or architecture of any kind. She had never seen anything like that before in her last home. Still, the though of parties and dancing made her want to prance herself; that sounded like the life. Perhaps, should the wind blow the right way and the wildflowers call to her, she would drift out of town with them during their next pilgrimage?
Moving on, she listens to what he does, and is intrigued. It sounds like this world is full of performers and exuberant living. “Do you do shows? I’d love to see you perform!” With that she puffs our her chest, tossing her head jovially as she tries to contain herself following the compliment on behalf of her mother. “Thank you, I hope she would be. It’s all I have left her. Though, every time I make fire, I imagine she’s a part of it.” A small laugh slips free. “I know that sounds a little silly, but I take what I can get. But otherwise, no, I have no magical means of doing anything. My mama, Ktulu, she has magic. Never told me what it was, but I never saw her use it. Someday, perhaps I will be blessed, but for now, I need to make it on my own. I’d love to be a healer, so maybe I could find magic to aid me in that.”
Again she smiles, walking easily beside him. He seems kind, and she is appreciative that she received such a warm welcome upon her arrival. It helped make the loss a little easier to swallow.
The hillside gave way, and a sigh, the softest ”oh”, slipped free from her as she took it in. The city, nestled within the hills, stood radiant and strong within the fading green. Her amber gaze follows the rolling horizon, and she remains breathless. A small step, tentative, hesitant, draws her that much closer, and finally she speaks. “It’s beautiful, I’ve never seen anything like it.” That was true. Nowhere in Helovia had buildings towered; there had been a single rotunda roofed with stained glass, but otherwise, they lived upon unbridled undeveloped landscapes. She wondered what the buildings held, what other mysterious wonders this world holds. Once her honey gold eyes take in as much as they can, she looks back to her counterpart.
She stretches out a wing, playfully brushing it against the stallion. “Thank you, Acton, for leading me here. I’m sure I will find plenty of what I’m looking for here.” Then, quickly, she casts one last look over her shoulder, heart hopeful, that she will see Ktulu emerge from over the hills, but no one has followed them. Turning her gaze back, she smiles, dipping her head respectfully.
“If you wouldn’t mind, perhaps you can escort me into town? From there, I should be able to figure everything out on my own, or at least try to. And perhaps when we meet again, I could even lend some fire to your act.” A tip of her antlers and a wink punctuate her statement.
Looking forward, she exhales, trying to breathe out any nerves that had began to settle in. With that, she takes a brave step forward- her first step towards her glorious future.
Moving on, she listens to what he does, and is intrigued. It sounds like this world is full of performers and exuberant living. “Do you do shows? I’d love to see you perform!” With that she puffs our her chest, tossing her head jovially as she tries to contain herself following the compliment on behalf of her mother. “Thank you, I hope she would be. It’s all I have left her. Though, every time I make fire, I imagine she’s a part of it.” A small laugh slips free. “I know that sounds a little silly, but I take what I can get. But otherwise, no, I have no magical means of doing anything. My mama, Ktulu, she has magic. Never told me what it was, but I never saw her use it. Someday, perhaps I will be blessed, but for now, I need to make it on my own. I’d love to be a healer, so maybe I could find magic to aid me in that.”
Again she smiles, walking easily beside him. He seems kind, and she is appreciative that she received such a warm welcome upon her arrival. It helped make the loss a little easier to swallow.
The hillside gave way, and a sigh, the softest ”oh”, slipped free from her as she took it in. The city, nestled within the hills, stood radiant and strong within the fading green. Her amber gaze follows the rolling horizon, and she remains breathless. A small step, tentative, hesitant, draws her that much closer, and finally she speaks. “It’s beautiful, I’ve never seen anything like it.” That was true. Nowhere in Helovia had buildings towered; there had been a single rotunda roofed with stained glass, but otherwise, they lived upon unbridled undeveloped landscapes. She wondered what the buildings held, what other mysterious wonders this world holds. Once her honey gold eyes take in as much as they can, she looks back to her counterpart.
She stretches out a wing, playfully brushing it against the stallion. “Thank you, Acton, for leading me here. I’m sure I will find plenty of what I’m looking for here.” Then, quickly, she casts one last look over her shoulder, heart hopeful, that she will see Ktulu emerge from over the hills, but no one has followed them. Turning her gaze back, she smiles, dipping her head respectfully.
“If you wouldn’t mind, perhaps you can escort me into town? From there, I should be able to figure everything out on my own, or at least try to. And perhaps when we meet again, I could even lend some fire to your act.” A tip of her antlers and a wink punctuate her statement.
Looking forward, she exhales, trying to breathe out any nerves that had began to settle in. With that, she takes a brave step forward- her first step towards her glorious future.
@Acton
