she was powerful not because she wasn't scared,
but because she went on strongly despite her fear.
but because she went on strongly despite her fear.
It transpired by fortune that Maerys glimpsed outwards with her mauve sights to behold the stag that thrust through the skies with comprehensive precision and expertise. He shuttled through that well-developed canvas of midnight and ebony with feathers that appeared to powder the dark cloak of nighttime with pinpricks of trembling shine; sequin-silver stars like scattered embers of a dying blaze. He was a heaven-bound bird, gliding as a free soul. In each wing arc, his appendages were the tip of a conductor's wand, music for both eyes and soul.
There where the world unraveled and the wind crooned. There where the skies thundered and the sun caught fire. There where she sometimes wished she could soar.
Oh, how it would taste to be a pegasus.
When he landed just a way down the beach, her eyes traced the dips and curves of his slim body. He was composed mostly of the color of a newborn petal, the color that loves the sun so much it radiates the same hue even in the nighttime darkness. Other parts of his body reminded of her of winter - when her breath was pale against the numbing air as the frost patiently kissed her face and settled in her lashes. Maerys observed him openly, with no qualms about being sly and inconspicuous with her gaze.
In the twilight, the beach was tinted iron, the sand matching the moons elegant radiance as the briny water ran murky. The girl moved towards the stranger as her silver hair ensnared moonlight, the light bouncing off of each silky strand. Engaging someone new was always a divine pleasure for the girl. Regardless of how things turned out, she loved the dance that was to transpire. She didn't know if he would shift to silence and withdraw or if they would waltz there in the moonlight, taking in the nighttime sky as they chatted, the titters and the pressing intermingled.
After driving imminent enough, she paused as her eyes tended briefly to her surroundings, the breeze caressing her skin more affectionately now. Wordlessly, her eyes traced the treeline in the distance and examined the overhanging branches of those neighborhood trees just to find swelling buds that would soon crack open to release the soft papery leaves of blooms she'd never seen before. When her eyes descended once more on the stallion before her, she softly tells "how fares thee?" The timbre of her chords was velvet and rich, her artistic pronunciation lilting through the air with pistillate compassion.
She is unassisted now, with no monster at her heel and no ax in her surroundings. Her pearly body in the pale light seemed to be only one of two on the enduring shore now.
"They call me Maerys," she concluded.
There where the world unraveled and the wind crooned. There where the skies thundered and the sun caught fire. There where she sometimes wished she could soar.
Oh, how it would taste to be a pegasus.
When he landed just a way down the beach, her eyes traced the dips and curves of his slim body. He was composed mostly of the color of a newborn petal, the color that loves the sun so much it radiates the same hue even in the nighttime darkness. Other parts of his body reminded of her of winter - when her breath was pale against the numbing air as the frost patiently kissed her face and settled in her lashes. Maerys observed him openly, with no qualms about being sly and inconspicuous with her gaze.
In the twilight, the beach was tinted iron, the sand matching the moons elegant radiance as the briny water ran murky. The girl moved towards the stranger as her silver hair ensnared moonlight, the light bouncing off of each silky strand. Engaging someone new was always a divine pleasure for the girl. Regardless of how things turned out, she loved the dance that was to transpire. She didn't know if he would shift to silence and withdraw or if they would waltz there in the moonlight, taking in the nighttime sky as they chatted, the titters and the pressing intermingled.
After driving imminent enough, she paused as her eyes tended briefly to her surroundings, the breeze caressing her skin more affectionately now. Wordlessly, her eyes traced the treeline in the distance and examined the overhanging branches of those neighborhood trees just to find swelling buds that would soon crack open to release the soft papery leaves of blooms she'd never seen before. When her eyes descended once more on the stallion before her, she softly tells "how fares thee?" The timbre of her chords was velvet and rich, her artistic pronunciation lilting through the air with pistillate compassion.
She is unassisted now, with no monster at her heel and no ax in her surroundings. Her pearly body in the pale light seemed to be only one of two on the enduring shore now.
"They call me Maerys," she concluded.
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