Margot TO PIERCE THE SUN
The breaths of a runaway came out in vibrant pants, escaping with pieces of her colourful and light voice as she toppled past one summit more. There was no telling how long Margot would run, she'd already made it halfway across a continent in all but a few days. Would she stop when she found refuge? Even then, would she feel at peace? Could she truly stay hidden here? Perhaps she ought to become a hermit and live among the mountain goats, or even better, sink to the bottom of a lake and stay there. "No!" She gasped, willing her churning mind to perish the thought. Those hooves of stone dug deep into the earth beneath her as two, three, five, ten more breaths escaped her heaving lungs. Already the bride had seen and experienced more life and truth in the last few days than she had in her three years of life - why on earth did she wish to end it!? She was free, it was only just begining! Perhaps it was the true fear of being found and dragged back to her ivory tower that caused the claws and blackened fingernails of doubt to scratch at her mind, pick at her brain and poison it with every step she took further from home. If she could even call it that. Looking back Margot realised it had never been anything other than a nicely decorated cell. Focus. It was this word she murmured in her mind, whispered breathlessly and willed her withering body to stop for just one moment to think. Using her senses was something Margot hd hardly learned, particularly when she had spent her life in a house and never allowed to set foot out the door. The sounds, the birdsong, it was all so overwhelming, and that was jus to her ears. The smells, the sights, the tastes! The slightest whiff left her tantalised and wishing for nothing more than to learn what created it. In a gully she stood, the kind surrounded by mountains and with a clear path to the land ahead. What she would find beyond the Arma mountains was a mystery, but so was everything else. As she stepped forward on bleeding hooves, this time satisfied to simply walk rather than gallop, the last of her finery fell away. A blue flower tied to her braids with a white ribbon fell to the ground, it's tarnished petals sinking and curling over the rock and moss beneath. squeak!!! @reichenbach anyone welcome! She'll need some healing and a friendly face <3 |
