The equine listened to all those who spoke, aware of the golden one's startlement when confronted by their sudden appearance, but brushing it off. It was not uncommon for them to catch one off-guard, they were friendlier than quite a few. A friend to strangers who did not shy away from an interpersonal touch.
It was hardly the first time.
Words rolled over their ears like the waves below, rising and crashing with each and every fall of the individual's thoughts, changing and always different. As different as were each who spoke. Always changing.
They paused, a wave of their own forming within the depths of their mind. Green eyes became almost distant as the last words left the warrior's lips, and that antlered head tilted with a contemplative look forming upon it, distantly curious like a child confronted with something peculiar to them. An emerald ear dimly flickered at the shielding from the rain that was bestowed upon them.
The pattering of the rains was... swift.
Each drop came swiftly, falling to the earth with enthusiasm and speed, before it reached it's end in a glorious explosion of water, even if of miniature proportions. The remains of the drops then coalesced to become new drops, still made from the drops that came before, but different now. And they rolled over the edges of the cliff to drip into the sea below to join the masses.
Contemplative eyes flicked to the ground to watch them as they rolled.
Fall.
Perish.
Change.
Become made anew.
But always different.
Their eyes flicked to the ocean down below, watching as the waves crashed about far below. Waves made of droplets. Mighty forces strewn together from many smaller ones. The waves were made of the droplets. And when the sun emerged, would the waves not become droplets again? But they would never be the same droplets that had fallen before.
Never again would the rain be the same rain that had come before.
And yet, with every new rainfall, the world seemed to thrive.
The world thrived on this ever-changing rain.
The world thrived on change.
And they felt their wave begin to surge, their own lips parting to be the wind of the storm to push the wave onwards, watching as it rose, and rose, and rose.
With every word, it was like something built in the air with every whisper of a syllable from the equine's lips. The wave only continued to rise, building the energy in the air. Like the whole world stood upon a precipice.
"Perhaps... we will be better, because it will not always be us."
It was like they stood upon a cliffside so very like the one they stood upon in the now. Except in the cliff of their mind, their hooves were kissing the lip of the ground, and it was crumbling beneath them.
"Perhaps... we will be better because we are mortal, because we will die, and those who come to rule this land in our stead will be new. Will be different."
The cliff of their mind continued to give way beneath the antlered horse's hooves, yet they were not afraid as they began to fall from on high.
"Because Novus is changing, with every new day, something is a little bit different, and yesterday shall never come again. There will never be another day like today, because everything changes."
They were falling into the sea as storm clouds rolled in overhead, and they saw the wave made of their words just before it hit them, and saw the angry glower of the clouds just before they broke, pushed on by the wind that was their breath.
"And perhaps... that is the fault with a land ruled solely by gods on high as it was for so long. Because they don't change. But us mortals change. Us mortals die. We are as you said, we are like the storm. Flashing brilliantly but for a moment before fading into obscurity."
And they threw their hooves open to both and laughed aloud.
"And perhaps... that is good. For this ever-changing land will be ruled by a people who can change with it."
And as lightning flashed and waves crashed and the whole world came falling down, the tension brought into the air with their words snapped as the world went over the precipice, falling down, down, down as the last whisper of breath was silenced and their words were nothing more than echoes upon the storm wrought winds as they stood with their kin.
The ever-changing rulers of these lands.
The stormchildren.
@Aislinn @Reichenbach @Isorath @Weir
OOC: Seree is the kind of character who always winds up monologuing for whatever reason. Also, sorry for the holdup guys! ^^;
Note: I don't know if you guys got pinged twice for this there was a mishap with me posting it, oops. xD
