♙ p a n d o r a ♙
I thought of angels choking on their halos
get them drunk on rose water
Her wings flutter eagerly as she describes her homeland, which sounds beautiful – she can practically imagine a small town suspended above a lake, perhaps on stilts or boardwalks – and the reason behind her love for fishing. Pandora thinks that what she can’t quite understand is eating the fish. She’s travelled to many different lands, and she’s tried many different things – however, the idea of eating any kind of meat has always been…difficult for her to wrap her mind around, so she’s shied away from it. (Fish, she thinks, might be a bit different than, say, deer or rabbit, but the texture…even touching it feels strange.) She thinks again of the stories of cannibalistic, demonic water horses that live in the sea that borders Novus and the great swamps of Terrastella, and she looks at the girl across from her. She is, of course, nothing like a demonic water horse, – in fact, the little wings that sprout from behind her ears are closer to something angelic than anything else – but the thought of any other equine regularly consuming meat lends a bit more veracity to those tales. “Why did you leave?” She asks without wondering if it might be too personal a question; she seems to love the land she comes from, after all.
As the girl describes the salmon, she goes cross-eyed and gestures to the red spot on her forehead. The sight is silly, but genuinely innocent, and it is all that Pandora can do not to laugh. “Bright red, huh?” Pandora says, with a soft giggle. “They must be a sight to see, with their scales.” She can practically imagine the color, when she closes her eyes – like a swarm of rubies, gleaming in the sunlight. The texture and the shape are still a mystery to her, so she allows her thoughts to glide through a sea of glistening red that warps and weaves about her, contorting itself into the silhouettes of fish she’s seen before. She knows that none of them are the “sockeye salmon” that Essielure is describing, but they are the closest thing that she can imagine. When she pulls herself from her imaginings, she notices the girl’s eyes on her horn, and smiles conspiratorially. She stands at a good height to thrust it directly into the chest of some, and, while she wouldn’t admit it, she’d had to, on a few, unfortunate occasions.
Suddenly, the girl’s line sinks towards the bottom, and she lets out a little shriek. Pandora watches with fascination as she reels the fish in, clearly straining herself from the weight of it; after a long – but perhaps it is only long with anticipation – moment of pulling, a bright red fish pops out of the water. She held the wriggling, unhappy creature up towards Pandora, and she thought for a moment to throw the poor thing back in, but, looking at the girl’s eager, proud expression, she didn’t have the heart. (She silently apologized for, presumably, leaving it to an unfortunate fate on a fryer.) “It’s stunning – such a beautiful color,” She agrees, instead. “I’m so impressed that you caught it!”
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tags | @Essielure
notes | <3
I thought of angels choking on their halos
get them drunk on rose water
Her wings flutter eagerly as she describes her homeland, which sounds beautiful – she can practically imagine a small town suspended above a lake, perhaps on stilts or boardwalks – and the reason behind her love for fishing. Pandora thinks that what she can’t quite understand is eating the fish. She’s travelled to many different lands, and she’s tried many different things – however, the idea of eating any kind of meat has always been…difficult for her to wrap her mind around, so she’s shied away from it. (Fish, she thinks, might be a bit different than, say, deer or rabbit, but the texture…even touching it feels strange.) She thinks again of the stories of cannibalistic, demonic water horses that live in the sea that borders Novus and the great swamps of Terrastella, and she looks at the girl across from her. She is, of course, nothing like a demonic water horse, – in fact, the little wings that sprout from behind her ears are closer to something angelic than anything else – but the thought of any other equine regularly consuming meat lends a bit more veracity to those tales. “Why did you leave?” She asks without wondering if it might be too personal a question; she seems to love the land she comes from, after all.
As the girl describes the salmon, she goes cross-eyed and gestures to the red spot on her forehead. The sight is silly, but genuinely innocent, and it is all that Pandora can do not to laugh. “Bright red, huh?” Pandora says, with a soft giggle. “They must be a sight to see, with their scales.” She can practically imagine the color, when she closes her eyes – like a swarm of rubies, gleaming in the sunlight. The texture and the shape are still a mystery to her, so she allows her thoughts to glide through a sea of glistening red that warps and weaves about her, contorting itself into the silhouettes of fish she’s seen before. She knows that none of them are the “sockeye salmon” that Essielure is describing, but they are the closest thing that she can imagine. When she pulls herself from her imaginings, she notices the girl’s eyes on her horn, and smiles conspiratorially. She stands at a good height to thrust it directly into the chest of some, and, while she wouldn’t admit it, she’d had to, on a few, unfortunate occasions.
Suddenly, the girl’s line sinks towards the bottom, and she lets out a little shriek. Pandora watches with fascination as she reels the fish in, clearly straining herself from the weight of it; after a long – but perhaps it is only long with anticipation – moment of pulling, a bright red fish pops out of the water. She held the wriggling, unhappy creature up towards Pandora, and she thought for a moment to throw the poor thing back in, but, looking at the girl’s eager, proud expression, she didn’t have the heart. (She silently apologized for, presumably, leaving it to an unfortunate fate on a fryer.) “It’s stunning – such a beautiful color,” She agrees, instead. “I’m so impressed that you caught it!”
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tags | @Essielure
notes | <3
