An End
The white and golden mare greets the only one brave enough to follow the sunshine path with a smile.
It's strange though, that when their eyes meet the mare in the red-flowers seems almost full of pity and regret instead of sun-like vibrancy. The sun on their backs grows hotter and hotter until the flowers and the hedges seem to dry and smoke. Soon it's not light the spindles around them but funnels of smoke that twist and taunt at their legs like snakes.
“How fearless you seem!” The sunshine mare exclaims as the smoke billows out with the gale of her words. Higher and a higher the smoke rises until it pools between their heads and the enchanted canvas sky. Soon this passage is not golden and full of summer but sooty and full only of death.
The guide of this path coughs from all the smoke, because even though she's grand enough to seem unreal her lungs still need fresh clean air. It's almost easy now to see that it's not only pity glinting in her eyes but fear.
This path shouldn't be on fire, but it is.
“It seems we both forgot that the day can bring death quicker than the night.” An apology rings in her voice and she steps her flowers and her grass and her inspects to burn. “But now we both must run. For us the maze ends here.” Her hooves kick up into a gallop and it seems that maybe the fire didn't come from the heat at all but her.
@Elif
Note: This path ended, but I've sent 50 signos to each participant. A reply to this before 12/28 will also earn another 50.
It's strange though, that when their eyes meet the mare in the red-flowers seems almost full of pity and regret instead of sun-like vibrancy. The sun on their backs grows hotter and hotter until the flowers and the hedges seem to dry and smoke. Soon it's not light the spindles around them but funnels of smoke that twist and taunt at their legs like snakes.
“How fearless you seem!” The sunshine mare exclaims as the smoke billows out with the gale of her words. Higher and a higher the smoke rises until it pools between their heads and the enchanted canvas sky. Soon this passage is not golden and full of summer but sooty and full only of death.
The guide of this path coughs from all the smoke, because even though she's grand enough to seem unreal her lungs still need fresh clean air. It's almost easy now to see that it's not only pity glinting in her eyes but fear.
This path shouldn't be on fire, but it is.
“It seems we both forgot that the day can bring death quicker than the night.” An apology rings in her voice and she steps her flowers and her grass and her inspects to burn. “But now we both must run. For us the maze ends here.” Her hooves kick up into a gallop and it seems that maybe the fire didn't come from the heat at all but her.
@Elif
Note: This path ended, but I've sent 50 signos to each participant. A reply to this before 12/28 will also earn another 50.
