B e l o w Z e r o
Every tear-soaked whiskey memory blown away,
The rain was terrifying to the young aquatic mare, a sort of unbelievable natural event that she'd never experience before. Face with the events of an unfamiliar but natural phenomenon many may take for granted had been enough to scare the young mare into a bundle of fried nervous and uncertain reactions. The other spoke, and her cyan eyes turned towards him, glowing dimmly in the gloom of a storm-darkened sky. He repeated her words, his voice that of confusion and she pondered if she had the situation wrong. Another crack of lightning was enough to dim those more rational thoughts. Still he gave names to the creatures in the sky. Lightning. His words continued then, as if trying to calm her with telling her of what she was really seeing.
He lays down, and her gaze is finally fully drawn from the angry skies, even as his own muzzle points the clouds out. His voice is loud over the thunder, and he gives her more information for what she had no idea what for. He names the anger a Storm, telling her of the rain that falls, the thunder that growls followed by the lightning that echoes across the sky. His voice is soft, even as he admits that the monsters of the sky is a more fun way to put it. She blinks, confused. Wouldn't they still be monsters, even if you call them by their names? Who was fighting who? Was Thunder fighting Lightning? Where did Storm lay in the mix? She paused, and in that quiet moment drew from familiar words she did know. The Blizzards of home, they were merely weather, where the snowstorm could react in violence drawn from the power of the wind and more.
Perhaps this storm was like that? Just parts of the world? "Why does it all seem so angry?" Her voice was as frail and delicate as a lone fish in a vast expanse of empty water. Alone and scared. So alone and scared. He spoke again, drawing her attention back to him when he stated that he expected the storm to last a while yet. She didn't say anything right away, watching instead when he unfastened the satchels, placing the items at his side.. He speaks suddenly in surprise when he spoke again, asking where she comes from. She pauses, tilting her head before smiling softly, faintly; and its enough to ease her thoughts in the storm, "Yes, I come from the sea - the deep polar points, but I've seen much more than just that area." She stated softly. "The oceans, the sea; it is beautiful as well beneath them. The corals and the fish, the hidden kingdoms lost to the waves." Her smile drops, and she flinches in response to another rolling thunder, before sighing softly and lowering her muzzle to her folded limbs.
"Speech"
Thoughts
@Atlaas
Notes:: A little difficult.
He lays down, and her gaze is finally fully drawn from the angry skies, even as his own muzzle points the clouds out. His voice is loud over the thunder, and he gives her more information for what she had no idea what for. He names the anger a Storm, telling her of the rain that falls, the thunder that growls followed by the lightning that echoes across the sky. His voice is soft, even as he admits that the monsters of the sky is a more fun way to put it. She blinks, confused. Wouldn't they still be monsters, even if you call them by their names? Who was fighting who? Was Thunder fighting Lightning? Where did Storm lay in the mix? She paused, and in that quiet moment drew from familiar words she did know. The Blizzards of home, they were merely weather, where the snowstorm could react in violence drawn from the power of the wind and more.
Perhaps this storm was like that? Just parts of the world? "Why does it all seem so angry?" Her voice was as frail and delicate as a lone fish in a vast expanse of empty water. Alone and scared. So alone and scared. He spoke again, drawing her attention back to him when he stated that he expected the storm to last a while yet. She didn't say anything right away, watching instead when he unfastened the satchels, placing the items at his side.. He speaks suddenly in surprise when he spoke again, asking where she comes from. She pauses, tilting her head before smiling softly, faintly; and its enough to ease her thoughts in the storm, "Yes, I come from the sea - the deep polar points, but I've seen much more than just that area." She stated softly. "The oceans, the sea; it is beautiful as well beneath them. The corals and the fish, the hidden kingdoms lost to the waves." Her smile drops, and she flinches in response to another rolling thunder, before sighing softly and lowering her muzzle to her folded limbs.
"Speech"
Thoughts
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Notes:: A little difficult.
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