IPOMOEA
she said lay me down in golden dandelions
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t didn’t take long for the ground to resume its shaking, for the world as they knew it to crumble into pieces. Tremors still wracked the ground, as if threatening to split the continent in half at a moment’s notice—but they didn’t. The entrance alone was knocked down, but the clearing was left untouched. Po could only hope the outside world was also still intact.
As the rock and dust settled, all thoughts of the statue and the arguing left his mind. All he could see were the brilliant blue feathers of his bonded, and the shy smile of the freckled girl whom Po had left him with. As much as he would have appreciated Odet’s calm and steady presence right now, the boy was glad his songbird was safe outside of the meeting. He would just have to be strong without him.
“Eye-Po-Meah, will the trees bend for you?” Eik’s words brought him back to the present. His cerise gaze fluttered down to his ankles where the dandelions continued to grow and spread, their petals soft against his skin. A frown tinged at his lips. “I’m not sure…” With a glance at Somnus and at Orion, the flower-crowned Regent made his way slowly to the walls of wood and stone that held them in. He felt so vulnerable, walking alone. “But I can try.”
For a moment, he tilted his head back—and up, up, up, until his neck was craned at an uncomfortable angle so that he might see towards the tops of the trees. It made him feel especially small, looking up at them; he wondered if this was how ants might feel. ’Is this how Tempus wants us to feel?’ He had heard of equines who had tried to make themselves like gods; there were fables of those who were rumored to have achieved it. Certainly Po himself did not feel like a god right now… but he could see how others in this room might, with their easy and unwavering confidence.
The trees whispered to him as he pressed his muzzle against their bark, their energy chaotic as it thrummed through the connection he formed. They felt so solid and stubborn; impenetrable, even. The plants seemed to push back against him, as if already defying his unspoken question. His wings fluttered unsteadily at his feet in a nervous dance.
Summoning his energy—and his courage—he directed a single thought towards the tightly knit grove of redwoods: ”Let us through... please.”
@everyone | "speaks" | notes: gosh idk what this reply is, but I love Eik <3
