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?”
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?”
@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
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