[Quest] another heart and another world.

[Random Events]

all the universes between us

It started as a small ache at the very tip of her wing. At first she though nothing of it, thinking it only a side effect of flying too quickly through thick, gemstone forests. Then it spread to her other wing and she started to worry and fret like one of the older dragons on their world. 

For a week she stayed grounded, exploring the incandescent caves and the shorelines of the purple seas that made up most of her homeland. Each time she looked up to the skies something broke in her hear. Perhaps that's why she thought nothing of it when the slow ache spread to her bones, her muscles and finally her heart. 

Pomona thought she was going to die as a grounded dragon until the dream came (the dream that changed everything). 

Everything in her dream was gray and rose-gold and edged in quartz. She dreamed of a unicorn and a meadow covered in fragile, thin-petaled flowers. They ran together like wildcats, the unicorn and her. They were reckless and free, free, free. And between them there rang a silent song of love, more love than the dragon had ever known in her too long life. 

And when she woke from that dream her wings no longer ached and her heart started to sing that sweet song in her chest. Find me, find me, find me. It sang and Pomona imagined it was the unicorn in her dreams calling her from this world to another one. 

She never looked back when she took to the sky and then out past the thick, red ozone layers of her world. A hundred universes loomed before her and an infinite number of black miles broken up only by  space-dust and star-fire. Part of Pomona wanted to sink back into her world and forget all about songs in her heart and unicorns that could run as fast as she could fly. But when that song rose to a fever pitch her in soul, she smiled a little wickedly and set her course to a place she had no name for. 

Stars and suns lit her way and the heat of them when she passed a little too close helped to chase away the eternal cold loneliness of space. Comets arched like dolphins above her head and all the colors of their tails dazzled even Pomona who grew up on a planet in which everything was a different color. Soon she was so mesmerized, by the beauty of this infinite blackness full of galaxies, that she forgot to be afraid of where that chorus in her chest was taking her. 

Constellations acted as a map for her.  First she would fly towards the brightest, largest one and then she would pick another bright one ringed by smaller, duller stars. It went like this, on and on, until seconds and minutes and hours lost their meaning. There was only blackness and blinding colors and that pulsing song. 

Finally a world loomed bright blue and white and green ahead of her and Pomona knew in her soul that she had found the world of the unicorn. 

She dove past the ozone like an arrow and flew faster than she ever had before over mountains and oceans and deserts that seems to go on endlessly. She only stopped when the field of thin-petaled flowers stretched out before her in tones of red and green and a purple that made her think of the seas back home. The sun felt like a blessing on her scales after all those hours of unending blackness. 

And when Pavetta broke out from the trees surrounding the meadow, Pomona knew that she would have flown across a million universes just to feel how her heart bloomed to watch that horn shine in the sunlight like a sword. Suddenly it seemed as if she didn't travel very far at all. 

“Pavetta” She says down that same channel that sings between them and the name sounds like a chorus she didn't know she was missing. How did she ever think that the unicorn in her dreams had no name but 'hers'? “I've been searching for you.” 

Her teeth clack sweetly between her scaled lips and she closes the distance before them as if it's air she walks across instead of grass. “Have you been searching for me too?”

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@Pavetta might find herself drawn to the summer blooms of the meadow just as the sun reaches it's highest point of the day. The meadow is alive with flowers and the sweet air feels almost thick enough to taste. Ahead a dragon, Pomona, lands.  Something in the way she moves suggests love and excitement as well as exhaustion. She's traveled very, very far to find Pavetta. Might this be the reason Pavetta has felt distant from the world around her?


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This was such a fun quest/pair to play with <3

Enjoy! -nestle

[Pavetta]

p a v e t t a - - - Pavetta couldn’t be sure what drew her to the meadow of wildflowers. At first it was a mere whisper in the trees, leaves shifting gold and red and rose hues and she was not sure it was a voice after all. Perhaps it was merely the wind. She dismissed it at first, but the kaleidoscope of colors and shifting feelings was unmistakable, luring her deeper into the forest until she was not even sure what part of Delumine she was in, but the beauty was like nothing she had ever experienced in Novus before. Flowers she did not know the names of, birds the color of sunrises, trees the size of giants with mossy beards. Is this real? Am I dreaming? The whisper became louder, more urgent.  She did not know the words, but felt a sense of desperation and excitement fluttering in her heart like a trapped songbird. She began trotting, cloven hooves shifting through the grasses, dew drops beading her ankles like a bracelet of pearls. The trees thinned, giants looming behind her and blocking the way home, as if saying you cannot turn back now. She was in some fairyland, some wonderland. The flowers were the wrong color, the sky too  vivid, too purple. Had she gone through another portal? Not again… Panic gripped her heart with steely talons. But the way was closed, you cannot turn back now. She knew it was still Novus, but it seemed…enhanced. The colors were more vivid, the smells more poignant. As if two worlds were colliding… She breathed in deep and slowed to a walk, listening to the urgent whisper that grew louder and louder with every step into the silent meadow. The words still made no sense, no semblance of any language she had ever heard. She realized that perhaps it wasn’t meant to be understood…perhaps if she quit trying to force meaning into the words and …merely listened. She listened and the whisper grew until it was a song. The song of her life. The song ebbed and flowed as a series of images, of feelings, of thoughts. Fearghal. The serious eyes, the ebony of his hair, the smell of sweat and dust. She remembers his hot skin on hers, the way he looked at her as if she were the only star in the sky. She sees the flames of his pyre burning bright, embers floating into the sky like fireflies.  She remembers the feeling of leaving him and that life behind, the elation…the guilt…and the grief. She saw other things, but none were as prominent as Fearghal and how he had filled some part of her that she hadn’t thought to admit until now…she felty a strange, aching emptiness in his absence. She saw the temple where the cold priestesses raised her, saw the dark world and monsters of the Rift, she felt the rain on her cheeks the night she was left to die, and too, the night she wed Fearghal. She felt everything. Saw everything. Raw and real. She saw the portal last, the portal that had brought her to the world of Novus. The song ended on that melancholy note and Pavetta opened her eyes. Somehow she wasn’t surprised, nor alarmed, by the presence of the young dragon amid the wildflowers. It was almost as if they were expecting each other. Pomona... Somehow she knew that to be the name of the glittering, brilliant creature before her, just as Pomona knew Pavetta's name. The dragon’s voice was like lilting, playful wind chimes in her mind accompanied by a series of twinkling lights and colors, like sunlight through stained glass.   “Yes, I think I have been searching for you, too…”  But I did not know it.  A wonderful warmth filled her heart. The light of dawn enveloped them both and  in that moment Pavetta knew Pomona was her soulmate, her bonded, her faithful companion, her forevermore. a pearl in pigshit, a diamond on the finger of a rotting corpse, creature in whom nothing, but nothing, remains of an elven woman ---