be the it, girl
Mama said, fulfill the prophecy be something greater, go make a legacy, manifest destiny, back in the days we wanted everything, wanted everything. Mama said, burn your biographies, rewrite your history, light up your wildest dreams, museum victories, every day we wanted everything, wanted everything.
Charlie bounds down the beaches stretched along Denocte’s shore, her bright vermillion eyes on the bridge that looks like magic and midnight, set on crossing it and discovering where it leads. Her best mate, Indy, rides between her shoulder blades, carefully held in place by the young pegasus’ closed wings. She doesn’t think about how far from home she’s wandered or whether she should be alone. Charlie only thinks about the adventure waiting for her ahead.
But when she makes it to the bridge, where it meets the shore like a siren’s call, the filly stops, her attention landing on something far closer, and so much better in her eyes. The pirate ship is massive, its masts reaching far into the sky. Charlie has seen ships before, of course, the docks at home are full of them. But this is like the ships from her favorite stories. Like the ship she someday wants to captain herself.
“Indy… Indy look!” she says, turning away from the bridge and making her way toward the docks. Toward where that ship is docked. Her bonded ruffles her feathers and climbs to Charlie’s poll, perching in her messy black mane. “It’s the biggest ship I ever saw,” and her voice is strangely quiet in awe as she makes her way closer, eyes widening with every detail that they take in ”You’re not going to go up there. You better not go up there. We don’t know who it belongs to!”
Charlie shrugs her shoulders and extends her wings a little as she begins to climb the ramp to the ship. “I just want a look. There’s nobody around, maybe the crew is on land,” the girl whispers, creeping ever so slowly up, up, up, until she can peek over the edge and onto the deck. Indy makes an unhappy sound and Charlie lets loose a short shh!. For a few moments she watches, waiting, but can’t see the equine loading boxes into the hold. Charlie holds her breath and then darts forward, her wings flapping excitedly at her sides.
There is only one place on the ship she wants to get to, and that is the helm.
In all the stories, Charlie’s favorite parts involve (other than the battles, of course) the captain. Bravely steering their ship through a storm, standing proud and confident at the helm. That is who Charlie aspires to be, what she wants to be like when she gets older. And as she climbs the steps to the helm of this ship, reaching and reaching until she can place her hooves upon it, as if she could steer it away from the docks and out to see, the filly has never had such a spark in her eyes before.
But when she makes it to the bridge, where it meets the shore like a siren’s call, the filly stops, her attention landing on something far closer, and so much better in her eyes. The pirate ship is massive, its masts reaching far into the sky. Charlie has seen ships before, of course, the docks at home are full of them. But this is like the ships from her favorite stories. Like the ship she someday wants to captain herself.
“Indy… Indy look!” she says, turning away from the bridge and making her way toward the docks. Toward where that ship is docked. Her bonded ruffles her feathers and climbs to Charlie’s poll, perching in her messy black mane. “It’s the biggest ship I ever saw,” and her voice is strangely quiet in awe as she makes her way closer, eyes widening with every detail that they take in ”You’re not going to go up there. You better not go up there. We don’t know who it belongs to!”
Charlie shrugs her shoulders and extends her wings a little as she begins to climb the ramp to the ship. “I just want a look. There’s nobody around, maybe the crew is on land,” the girl whispers, creeping ever so slowly up, up, up, until she can peek over the edge and onto the deck. Indy makes an unhappy sound and Charlie lets loose a short shh!. For a few moments she watches, waiting, but can’t see the equine loading boxes into the hold. Charlie holds her breath and then darts forward, her wings flapping excitedly at her sides.
There is only one place on the ship she wants to get to, and that is the helm.
In all the stories, Charlie’s favorite parts involve (other than the battles, of course) the captain. Bravely steering their ship through a storm, standing proud and confident at the helm. That is who Charlie aspires to be, what she wants to be like when she gets older. And as she climbs the steps to the helm of this ship, reaching and reaching until she can place her hooves upon it, as if she could steer it away from the docks and out to see, the filly has never had such a spark in her eyes before.
@Locust still getting used to writing her rip
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