[AW] sunlit dreams ( summer )

[Io]

io








The water was endless.

It stretched hours worth of walking in both directions, and as far as she could see into the distance ahead of her. The lakes and ponds she’d seen in her youth had sometimes been vast, but not so vast that she couldn’t see the shore on the other side. It was simply unfathomable to her that so much water could exist in one place.

And yet, here it was, lapping at her toes, taunting her. She glared back.

She stomped a hoof into the surf for good measure, dappling herself with cold salty water. Her belly clenched at the sensation. Io already knew not to drink the strange water, and that had been quite a memorable experience. She swore she could still taste the brine and fish poop on her tongue.

A great crashing to her side made her lose her staring contest with the oppressive waves. She would have won, no doubt. Ears flat against her neck, she spun to confront the intruder, snarl of go away already on her lips. She’s all full up on her social interactions, thank you very much. This day had been specifically set aside for sulking and moping. Try again tomorrow.

But as soon as she caught sight of the beast, she faltered, jaw dropping. She stared at the frolicking creature, and her eyes had to keep climbing up and up and up to meet its gaze. It was huge. Huge and blue and black and winged and no skin on its face.

She knew she was staring, but there was just so much to stare at, and it wasn't like the creature seemed to have noticed her yet. She was taking in the swirling nebulas and bright stars over the surface of its wings when those very wings swept over the sand and revealed… garbage.

But the creature seemed enraptured by it, drawing it close and turning it over this way and that. It even seemed to grow excessively emotional over the little flake of trash, blue tears spilling from its blank, empty sockets and dripping to the ground below. Io couldn’t begin to imagine becoming that attached to anything.

The tears seemed so at odds with the creature’s almost… jovial manner? Everything about them was so alien and strange that Io didn’t know where to begin deciphering and interpreting their actions.

“Hello,” She called, approaching cautiously. Some of those golden teeth looked awfully sharp. “What do you have there?”




“talk”

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