Willfur
His very first memory of Novus is of the Eluetheria Plain.
More a feeling than a scene or series of events, he recalls the moment as a sense of freedom, of possibility and joy and a deep, incorruptible rightness. Something about this wide expanse of grass had called out to him, drowning out all higher reasoning, all his careful thoughts and ideas, had penetrated down to his barest nature and harmonized with the very beat of his heart.
It had thrummed there, in the space between his lungs, risen to a crescendo that sent him galloping, spontaneous and headlong, his hooves pounding out a theme of primordial bliss nearly forgotten amid the years of study and discipline. For those few moments he had simply been, as he is, as he was born, as he will always be underneath the layers of philosophy and ethics.
He cherishes that memory still, and now, whenever the weights of scholarly endeavor become too heavy to carry inside his head, he comes seeking that clarity, that acceptance of self anew, but today is different. The Plain itself is different.
A new installment dominates, drawing the eyes despite gleaming almost too brightly to look at directly. It shimmers as if alive and moving with breath, light refracting and reflecting across the open ground in dancing spears of color. Eyes wide and lips parted in rapt astonishment, the tips of his long, long ears nearly touching with how hard they strain forward, the peachy, pastel stallion stumbles forward, whatever stressor might have sent him here originally instantly forgotten.
"Wow..." Is all he can manage, drawing close to the tree - is it a tree? - dimly aware of others nearby, but unable to split his attention. Its trunk is translucent, dyed from within like stained glass, but with richer colors than any glass he's ever seen.
The stallion's back is dappled with color as he cranes his head up, examining the leaves, which sparkle with an otherworldly quality, and sniffing delicately at the ruby colored flowers scattered among its branches. He dares not touch them, reverent of their uniqueness, but he wonders, too many questions crowding behind his paralyzed lips.
OOC: Can I just say I love this event? *v*
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