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 V e i l N e b u l a Caught up in a palentary world The star found a sense of comfort here.
She might be still calling Solterra home, in her small flat she shared with Jane, but this land held a sort of mysterious darkness that reminded her of home, the home beyond this planet, beyond this gravity, beyond this simple two-dimensional living. This land, this Denocte reminded her of the skies, of endless times journeying the universe, of the welcome embrace of the stars. The passing icy warmth of comets. It reminded her of what it was like to streak across the sky herself, unbound from gravity, floating freely with all the grace and wonders of a star proper, even if her dust and particles had condensed into such an orthodox form. This land was that breath of fresh, frozen air, enlightening her senses, welcoming her home. Yet it still wasn't. She was still on this rock. She was still bound by a gravitational field she struggled to push past. Each flight got her closer to the stars, stronger against that drag down . . . but she still hadn't reached the outer atmosphere. She still felt trapped. She still felt odd, out of place. Lost. So, so lost. An alien trying to play the part of an earthling. A spirit trying to convince the living they were alive. A star trying to pretend to be a mortal being. Fake. She shook these feelings away, dashing them from her mind as she travelled through the markets, galactic dust wafting behind her like a banner against her shoulders, shedding from her mane, her tail and feathered hooves, from the primary feathers of her drawn-in wings. Like a veil dusting the ground behind her, those particles shimmered with energy, energy not needed, energy that her body produced in mass, only a portion needed to fuel her odd form. The reactions to her were delightful. It was usually the youth most curious, tiny foals snapping muzzles at the dust, playing in the trail she left behind, staring in awe at the star that shimmered like she'd just been plucked from the sky - in a way she had been. She turned her gaze away, walking further as the market continued to come to life, the moon rising, the air growing dark, familiar, and the pink galaxy eyes widened as voices turned brighter, music picked up, and the star seemed to shine herself in the bright energy that came with night. She herself moved between the crowds, occasionally nodding to vendors, passing out meager earnings for small trinkets or snacks, most handed back to the foals before they'd dash away with their new prize, more excited to show off the trinket than follow the odd mare who sparkled. The energy filled her. And like a proper star, one who shined brightly in the night herself, she felt herself loosen up, felt her steps lighter, almost prancing as she finally shook off the last curious foal. Snacking on a small fruit pie herself, she nodded occasionally to those who would greet her, before seeing a curious figure keeping to himself. Curiosity was a down fall, a reaction to being somewhere so new, somewhere so . . . . unfamiliar. Having to try and establish an understanding of these creatures, of their languages, of so much more. So she approached curiously, steps light, airy as she offered a smile to the unfamiliar stallion, finding her own area to rest away from the vibrant night life she'd managed to escape from for the moment. Hello." The word was soft spoken, quiet, simple, but spoken with a voice full of so much wisdom, of someone who had seen much, experienced much; knew much. The connection to the universe was largely disconnected, but it still fed her secrets, clued her in. And as her eyes shifted up to the skies, the flash of a familiar asteriod, Bacchus, across the sky, the coming of wine, excitement, pleasure. A true, proper omen for the party under way, not that she was surprised at how the market was so alive already. Her gaze cuts back curiously to the stallion. But she was a respectful star, never one to pry, even if she was curious why he was keeping off to the side. She knew why she preferred the outskirts as soon as she could get there. Safety. Comfort. Protection. Watching, Supervising, protection. It was a need to find her center so she could relax proper. To find her grounding, to make sure she wouldn't embarrass herself with her lack of understanding of the world around her. Especially when she only knew so many words as it was. Warmth. Sun. Heat. Solar Flares. Red and Yellow and Orange and Red. Dancing Flares. Warmth. But she loved these atmospheres, how it seemed to come alive, dancing like flames against the sky, brightness and excitement and warmth. It was almost like being home, in the skies. Almost. FROM THE MOUTH INSIDE THE MIND @Asterios Notes:: <3 Could you be my super nova girl? |
