Caelum
i've had just enough time"
A winter wonderland.
Winter had come while Caelum wasn't looking, but with as the world turned white from snow fall, and jack frost brought ice to tree limbs and foliage alike, the fae couldn't help but smile at the scenes it made. Winter wonderland indeed. The air around her was crisp and cool, sending darting breaths like ice into her lungs. The snow around her ankles, her calves sent chills to the bone, but she didn't let herself think on it too much. It was beautiful, it was clear - and she'd never truly experienced a place like it before. Her home land stayed too long all year round for snow - and this. This was magnificent.
Worth a flight.
Her wings fluttered slightly at the thought, acknowledging that it was what she wanted, what she would like to do. Take to the sky and see the scenes dusted with snow and touched by Father Winter's hand. The lattice work of frost collecting up trees and over the more shallow, slower moving waters. The natural dip and pull of the snow banks that broke up the otherwise flat plane of snow. So much to see. Her wings fluttered a touch faster and with a slight hop, skip and jump she broke free of the snow and was dancing through the air, her wings fluttering quickly to keep her in flight as she looked around with delight. It was pretty from the sky, the aerial view giving her so much more to see.
So this was winter?
How could she have missed this for so long? How could she have never known how lovely it could be? How beautiful? How wondrous? A sudden harsh wind blew that wondrous cold straight to her center and the female almost forgot how to fly as she was forced to bare the brunt of the cold front with out any sheltering trees. Her teeth chattered, her brown eyes wide with shock, and suddenly her limbs were curled close to her body and her wings angled to allow her to dive into the trees that surrounded Vitreus Lake. Her body shook against the cold, trying to encourage the blood to circulate and warm her up again.
What a horrible season!
She grit her teeth against the cold and headed in a random direction, trying to find a good place to warm back up in, already regretting her flight into the air - was that what it was like to fly in winter - to face such frigid temperatures with out any shelter from that cold! Why would anyone want to do that?! And for a creature who preferred to be in the air, she was now hating the snow that forced her to plow through it just to move. Such a horrible season. It was like a poisonous flower - pretty to look at, but harsh to the touch. Perhaps rose would have been a better analogy.
Yes, Winter was but a rose.
Beautiful and innocent in appearance, clear and pure in it's white blanket of beauty, but once you have gone to pluck it and stare at it's beauty, you feel the prick of the thorns, as the cold wind blows against you and the snow snakes itself into a frozen death trap. Caelum was starting to feel less enamored by it. She pushed forward until she was clear of enough snow that she could flutter her way between the trees rather than continue to plow through the icy snow that was making her limbs quiver from the cold. Oh, she wanted warmth now. A good bonfire, a warm, and cozy place to relax. What a horrid idea, to go look at the winter-laden lands. Lesson learned.
Stay inside.
A vision of lavender stood out against the ivory that Caelum was now beginning to feel was an overused and boring color (so much snow, so much everywhere - horrible stuff it is), and curiously the mare turned towards it, fluttering through the trees before breaking free of them and realizing it was a figure by the lake. She blinked a few times, taking in the odd appearance before stepping forward slowly, her ivory locks carried aloof on another breeze of cold, teeth-chattering air. She landed a short distance, tilting her head at the stranger, "Are you alright, you seem a touch lost in thought." She voiced with distinct concern, even as she kept her features gentle and friendly least she frighten the unfamiliar . . . . horse.
"Speech"
Thoughts
@Polar North
Winter had come while Caelum wasn't looking, but with as the world turned white from snow fall, and jack frost brought ice to tree limbs and foliage alike, the fae couldn't help but smile at the scenes it made. Winter wonderland indeed. The air around her was crisp and cool, sending darting breaths like ice into her lungs. The snow around her ankles, her calves sent chills to the bone, but she didn't let herself think on it too much. It was beautiful, it was clear - and she'd never truly experienced a place like it before. Her home land stayed too long all year round for snow - and this. This was magnificent.
Worth a flight.
Her wings fluttered slightly at the thought, acknowledging that it was what she wanted, what she would like to do. Take to the sky and see the scenes dusted with snow and touched by Father Winter's hand. The lattice work of frost collecting up trees and over the more shallow, slower moving waters. The natural dip and pull of the snow banks that broke up the otherwise flat plane of snow. So much to see. Her wings fluttered a touch faster and with a slight hop, skip and jump she broke free of the snow and was dancing through the air, her wings fluttering quickly to keep her in flight as she looked around with delight. It was pretty from the sky, the aerial view giving her so much more to see.
So this was winter?
How could she have missed this for so long? How could she have never known how lovely it could be? How beautiful? How wondrous? A sudden harsh wind blew that wondrous cold straight to her center and the female almost forgot how to fly as she was forced to bare the brunt of the cold front with out any sheltering trees. Her teeth chattered, her brown eyes wide with shock, and suddenly her limbs were curled close to her body and her wings angled to allow her to dive into the trees that surrounded Vitreus Lake. Her body shook against the cold, trying to encourage the blood to circulate and warm her up again.
What a horrible season!
She grit her teeth against the cold and headed in a random direction, trying to find a good place to warm back up in, already regretting her flight into the air - was that what it was like to fly in winter - to face such frigid temperatures with out any shelter from that cold! Why would anyone want to do that?! And for a creature who preferred to be in the air, she was now hating the snow that forced her to plow through it just to move. Such a horrible season. It was like a poisonous flower - pretty to look at, but harsh to the touch. Perhaps rose would have been a better analogy.
Yes, Winter was but a rose.
Beautiful and innocent in appearance, clear and pure in it's white blanket of beauty, but once you have gone to pluck it and stare at it's beauty, you feel the prick of the thorns, as the cold wind blows against you and the snow snakes itself into a frozen death trap. Caelum was starting to feel less enamored by it. She pushed forward until she was clear of enough snow that she could flutter her way between the trees rather than continue to plow through the icy snow that was making her limbs quiver from the cold. Oh, she wanted warmth now. A good bonfire, a warm, and cozy place to relax. What a horrid idea, to go look at the winter-laden lands. Lesson learned.
Stay inside.
A vision of lavender stood out against the ivory that Caelum was now beginning to feel was an overused and boring color (so much snow, so much everywhere - horrible stuff it is), and curiously the mare turned towards it, fluttering through the trees before breaking free of them and realizing it was a figure by the lake. She blinked a few times, taking in the odd appearance before stepping forward slowly, her ivory locks carried aloof on another breeze of cold, teeth-chattering air. She landed a short distance, tilting her head at the stranger, "Are you alright, you seem a touch lost in thought." She voiced with distinct concern, even as she kept her features gentle and friendly least she frighten the unfamiliar . . . . horse.
"Speech"
Thoughts
@Polar North
