Below Zero
my frost philosophy will put no curse on me
There was something calling to Bel, a sound carried on the waves of the sea, a symphony attuned to her ears and begging for her attention. It had been on a curious cycle, a lullaby that eased her mind at night, a rousing tune in the morning to draw her awake. But the sound never ceased, never stopped, present always. And her curiosity was growing - which led to her tracking the sound, following it to where it was strongest, where it begged for her attention, begged for her to be there, to hear it, to welcome it. As her hoof touched down on the sands of the beach the song climaxed, carried on the ocean waves, weaving through the salty breeze. Her eyes closed, and a soft call left her own muzzle, the sound light, airy - song like. Drawn out long and echoing over the waves, the Treader's song. Whales sang, Dolphins rapped, and Treaders adapted to both.
Her finned ears perked, the frilled ends curling in an attempt to capture any sound that might return. It lowered pitch, easing it's way into a decrescendo as the song seemed to grow softer, gentler. Bel's hooves carried her further, eager to hear it again, but even as she moved along the beach the softness remained. Until she stepped towards the water. In time with each step, the music grew louder, but more melodic, taking an arioso tone to the song. It felt welcoming, eager to see her, eager for her to see it. Bel's breath left her in uncertainty before her own voice rose up again, her song this time was more haunting, questioning - uncertain. The song once again changed pitch as hers did, this time easing softly into a delicate leggierissimo pitch, the sound gentle and reassuring, even comforting. Bel took another step forward, and as soon as her hooves touched the water, the pitch of the song, the sound that captured her attention shifted again, raising in volume, crashing into an attacca. There was no hesitation, not gentle rising, it was sudden a shift, a change - a shout into a victorious pitch of bravura.
Bel was frozen as the sound, the song wrapped around her, drowning her in it's eager melody for her to find the singer. Was this what a Siren sounded like? What their songs felt like. Bel's eyes seemed to un-focus as her attention turned to that music that called her so hypnotically closer, urging her into the water, into the depths. Come and see, they sang to her with an eager boldness. Come and find me, the tempted her. Come and see. Come. Come. Come. Come. Bel's voice sang out once more, her wordless call crescendo-ing into a patetico note filled with curiosity and determination. What ever was out there, it was out there for her. It wanted her, wanted her to find it. Her two sets of eyes stared out at the ocean unblinkedly as she stood knee deep in the water before a voice seemed to call out desperately to her. She did blink then before the song called her back to focus her attention it. Bel! The voice called again, and this time Below Zero shook her head, confused as she suddenly realized how deep in the water she had been. The song continued to surround her, but she turned towards the voice, blinking at the sight of Sol standing there with an expression of concern. Had he called to her prior? When did he show up? She blinked again, before turning back to the ocean as the song rose in tempo determined to get her attention again, turning dolente at her lack of attention - of progress. "There's something out there . . . It . . . sings to me. Do you . . . hear it Sol?" Her voice was soft, delicate, her answering song to that who sung in the depths still in her words at the way the vowels and syllables flowed off her tongue, carried on the salty air in a gentle spirito pitch. Her gaze had returned to the depths at some point and she was drawn back out of the distraction when she felt the water hit her chest. She'd moved again? When?
The song continued, urging her forward. Begging her to come find it. Come. Come. Come.
It's whispers never stopped. Come.
It begged her to follow the song to it. Come.
Come.
Thoughts
Speech
Her finned ears perked, the frilled ends curling in an attempt to capture any sound that might return. It lowered pitch, easing it's way into a decrescendo as the song seemed to grow softer, gentler. Bel's hooves carried her further, eager to hear it again, but even as she moved along the beach the softness remained. Until she stepped towards the water. In time with each step, the music grew louder, but more melodic, taking an arioso tone to the song. It felt welcoming, eager to see her, eager for her to see it. Bel's breath left her in uncertainty before her own voice rose up again, her song this time was more haunting, questioning - uncertain. The song once again changed pitch as hers did, this time easing softly into a delicate leggierissimo pitch, the sound gentle and reassuring, even comforting. Bel took another step forward, and as soon as her hooves touched the water, the pitch of the song, the sound that captured her attention shifted again, raising in volume, crashing into an attacca. There was no hesitation, not gentle rising, it was sudden a shift, a change - a shout into a victorious pitch of bravura.
Bel was frozen as the sound, the song wrapped around her, drowning her in it's eager melody for her to find the singer. Was this what a Siren sounded like? What their songs felt like. Bel's eyes seemed to un-focus as her attention turned to that music that called her so hypnotically closer, urging her into the water, into the depths. Come and see, they sang to her with an eager boldness. Come and find me, the tempted her. Come and see. Come. Come. Come. Come. Bel's voice sang out once more, her wordless call crescendo-ing into a patetico note filled with curiosity and determination. What ever was out there, it was out there for her. It wanted her, wanted her to find it. Her two sets of eyes stared out at the ocean unblinkedly as she stood knee deep in the water before a voice seemed to call out desperately to her. She did blink then before the song called her back to focus her attention it. Bel! The voice called again, and this time Below Zero shook her head, confused as she suddenly realized how deep in the water she had been. The song continued to surround her, but she turned towards the voice, blinking at the sight of Sol standing there with an expression of concern. Had he called to her prior? When did he show up? She blinked again, before turning back to the ocean as the song rose in tempo determined to get her attention again, turning dolente at her lack of attention - of progress. "There's something out there . . . It . . . sings to me. Do you . . . hear it Sol?" Her voice was soft, delicate, her answering song to that who sung in the depths still in her words at the way the vowels and syllables flowed off her tongue, carried on the salty air in a gentle spirito pitch. Her gaze had returned to the depths at some point and she was drawn back out of the distraction when she felt the water hit her chest. She'd moved again? When?
The song continued, urging her forward. Begging her to come find it. Come. Come. Come.
It's whispers never stopped. Come.
It begged her to follow the song to it. Come.
Come.
Thoughts
Speech
@Sol Bestiam
Notes: I'm so excited!!!
i feel no cold, i feel no fear inside my mind
Now I'm full of energy
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