I FEEL DIVINITY IN MY BONES LIKE ACHING; LIKE FIRE.
Gold. Dripping from the sun like ichor spilled from the hearts of the gods themselves. Smeared across the sky and blending with shades of pinks, oranges and red. The sky's colors bled onto the landscape, brushing it with delicate hues that made the water look as though it were aflame. Hues that accompanied the dark mare well, highlighting her fiery mane and dancing along her golden feathers. With delicate steps Aletheia made her way down to the water, her left wing occasionally leaving her side to catch her balance when a hoof was placed wrong.
Bright, warm light stung Aletheia's eyes as she cast her gaze towards the golden orb that hung low in the sky, trying to take in its beauty. With how enchanting Aletheia found sunsets to be, it somewhat surprised her that she did not take comfort within the borders of the Dusk Court instead. The Day Court is one of passion and intensity, of power and vitality. Such virtues wove the Day Court together, instantly giving Aletheia a sense of kinship when first welcomed into its realm. To be surrounded by others who strive for such vibrant, intense lives? To live so unapologetically in the darkest of times? It truly kindled a sense of belonging in the dark pegasus's chest when she was first welcomed. Ah, but perhaps even the sunsets in the Duck Court would be rivaled by the one that formed before her.
It was with delicate steps that Aletheia moved onto the small amount of dirt and sand that surrounded the water, her hooves sinking slightly among the small grains. A small sigh slipped from her lips as a smile graced her features, making her eyes wrinkle slightly in that oh so charming way that Aletheia herself seems to be unaware she possesses. With ears pushed forward, the sun crept lower as its brilliant orange shifted to a deep red as parts began to slip beneath the horizon.
Long ago, if she were to see such a breath-taking sight, Aletheia might have thought to thank the gods or even just a god. Now? All there was as far as who to "thank" for such a sight was herself. She was the one who made the trek to such an exclusive place. She was the one whose colors were being mimicked in such a beautiful way by the sky itself. Truly, if there was a divine force involved it was none other than her.
With a small shiver racing down her spine, Aletheia stepped slightly further, her hooves hitting the water and the small waves hitting her skin. The water was warm, but cold in comparison to the heat that hung in the air. It was pleasant, a sensation that would surely call Aletheia back to this spot time and time again long after this first visit. With a rather unhappy glance back at her right wing, Aletheia reached back with a small huff leaving her nose, biting into the bandages that wrapped around her. With a small tug, the knot holding them in place came unraveled, the pale bandages now hanging limply in the dark mare's maw. With a small toss the bandages were put upon the shore, only a small corner being left in the water. While that may be something to find concerning, it would be a problem for Aletheia at a later time. An Aetheia who had already soaked her injured wing and had enjoyed the cool waters that played at her hooves.
The smile returned, slightly smaller but ever present, as Aletheia continued deeper into the waters, her tale catching upon the gentle movements of the water and trailing behind her as if it were a fiery veil.
If this moment were to be viewed from an outsiders perspective, it might look as though she were pulled from mythology itself. A woman of fire and gold, leaving behind mortal ties to find her place among the stars and the sun than hung in the sky, forever remembered as the wife of whatever solar gods might have been favored. If Aletheia were to write such a tale, one that told her own story, it would be one of a ambitious woman, one of fire and light, one that was unafraid to rip the sun from the sky with her strength and take her place among the sky like the rightful god she was. A very different tale, but both are of a woman and fire and an ascension to a status both unshakable and divine.
@Mantis
Bright, warm light stung Aletheia's eyes as she cast her gaze towards the golden orb that hung low in the sky, trying to take in its beauty. With how enchanting Aletheia found sunsets to be, it somewhat surprised her that she did not take comfort within the borders of the Dusk Court instead. The Day Court is one of passion and intensity, of power and vitality. Such virtues wove the Day Court together, instantly giving Aletheia a sense of kinship when first welcomed into its realm. To be surrounded by others who strive for such vibrant, intense lives? To live so unapologetically in the darkest of times? It truly kindled a sense of belonging in the dark pegasus's chest when she was first welcomed. Ah, but perhaps even the sunsets in the Duck Court would be rivaled by the one that formed before her.
It was with delicate steps that Aletheia moved onto the small amount of dirt and sand that surrounded the water, her hooves sinking slightly among the small grains. A small sigh slipped from her lips as a smile graced her features, making her eyes wrinkle slightly in that oh so charming way that Aletheia herself seems to be unaware she possesses. With ears pushed forward, the sun crept lower as its brilliant orange shifted to a deep red as parts began to slip beneath the horizon.
Long ago, if she were to see such a breath-taking sight, Aletheia might have thought to thank the gods or even just a god. Now? All there was as far as who to "thank" for such a sight was herself. She was the one who made the trek to such an exclusive place. She was the one whose colors were being mimicked in such a beautiful way by the sky itself. Truly, if there was a divine force involved it was none other than her.
With a small shiver racing down her spine, Aletheia stepped slightly further, her hooves hitting the water and the small waves hitting her skin. The water was warm, but cold in comparison to the heat that hung in the air. It was pleasant, a sensation that would surely call Aletheia back to this spot time and time again long after this first visit. With a rather unhappy glance back at her right wing, Aletheia reached back with a small huff leaving her nose, biting into the bandages that wrapped around her. With a small tug, the knot holding them in place came unraveled, the pale bandages now hanging limply in the dark mare's maw. With a small toss the bandages were put upon the shore, only a small corner being left in the water. While that may be something to find concerning, it would be a problem for Aletheia at a later time. An Aetheia who had already soaked her injured wing and had enjoyed the cool waters that played at her hooves.
The smile returned, slightly smaller but ever present, as Aletheia continued deeper into the waters, her tale catching upon the gentle movements of the water and trailing behind her as if it were a fiery veil.
If this moment were to be viewed from an outsiders perspective, it might look as though she were pulled from mythology itself. A woman of fire and gold, leaving behind mortal ties to find her place among the stars and the sun than hung in the sky, forever remembered as the wife of whatever solar gods might have been favored. If Aletheia were to write such a tale, one that told her own story, it would be one of a ambitious woman, one of fire and light, one that was unafraid to rip the sun from the sky with her strength and take her place among the sky like the rightful god she was. A very different tale, but both are of a woman and fire and an ascension to a status both unshakable and divine.
@Mantis
MADE BY MINNIE OF BTN
