Caelum
i've had just enough time"
Laughter clouded the air.
It was a moment of peace and comfort for the fairy pony, just as she was eager to pull the sparkling sprites in for another game, another laugh, another chance of eager and playful games. It was a rare moment for the former princess, to be able to enjoy her life with out the past settling heavy on her shoulders and whispering dark words into her ears as if to destroy what little piece of mind she had left. To cycle her favorite and worst memories on repeat in an attempt to destable her reality, to break the last of her self-resolve. But moments like this quieted that darkness, it soothed the pain, and it let her remember what it had been like before the pain, before the loss, before her world had burned to ash and destroyed.
There was peace in winter.
A sound touched her ears and in response a good many of the fluttering fairy lights seemed to disappear. The fae pony herself quietly waited to see what would emerge from the foliage, but was not expecting what finally did. Horse? Fish? Something in between. Her head tilted to the side, flowing silver locks reflecting the natural light from the sun to the snow and off again, seeming to white wash her blue form nearly silver. She fluttered her wings, taking to the sky briefly before alighting to the snow, her light weight held with ease by the gentle vibrations of her delicate, fragile wings; "Not your favorite time of the season, is it?" Her giggle was playful and mischievous, like the fae in the story of legends, as if she'd start spouting riddles and playing games at a moments notice.
Her wings slowly ceased their flutter.
Her limbs briefly buckled at the cold touch of the snow, but she soon straightened up and stood regally once more, wings flat against her back, and slightly crossing, her mane and tail caught and billowing on a winter breeze, "Truth be told, I'm not fond of the chill either, but the games to be played - now that's another story. You look odd, by the way. What are you?" She asked curiously, before smiling to reach her brown eyes, "That sounds terrible, how about we pretend I asked, Who are you? My name is Caelum. Your tail looks neat, Are you a fast swimmer with it? You look a little like a fish - in case you didn't know!"
Again, laughter clouded the air.
"Speech"
Thoughts
@Trevelyan
It was a moment of peace and comfort for the fairy pony, just as she was eager to pull the sparkling sprites in for another game, another laugh, another chance of eager and playful games. It was a rare moment for the former princess, to be able to enjoy her life with out the past settling heavy on her shoulders and whispering dark words into her ears as if to destroy what little piece of mind she had left. To cycle her favorite and worst memories on repeat in an attempt to destable her reality, to break the last of her self-resolve. But moments like this quieted that darkness, it soothed the pain, and it let her remember what it had been like before the pain, before the loss, before her world had burned to ash and destroyed.
There was peace in winter.
A sound touched her ears and in response a good many of the fluttering fairy lights seemed to disappear. The fae pony herself quietly waited to see what would emerge from the foliage, but was not expecting what finally did. Horse? Fish? Something in between. Her head tilted to the side, flowing silver locks reflecting the natural light from the sun to the snow and off again, seeming to white wash her blue form nearly silver. She fluttered her wings, taking to the sky briefly before alighting to the snow, her light weight held with ease by the gentle vibrations of her delicate, fragile wings; "Not your favorite time of the season, is it?" Her giggle was playful and mischievous, like the fae in the story of legends, as if she'd start spouting riddles and playing games at a moments notice.
Her wings slowly ceased their flutter.
Her limbs briefly buckled at the cold touch of the snow, but she soon straightened up and stood regally once more, wings flat against her back, and slightly crossing, her mane and tail caught and billowing on a winter breeze, "Truth be told, I'm not fond of the chill either, but the games to be played - now that's another story. You look odd, by the way. What are you?" She asked curiously, before smiling to reach her brown eyes, "That sounds terrible, how about we pretend I asked, Who are you? My name is Caelum. Your tail looks neat, Are you a fast swimmer with it? You look a little like a fish - in case you didn't know!"
Again, laughter clouded the air.
"Speech"
Thoughts
@Trevelyan
