[P] tranquility

[Maerys]

she was powerful not because she wasn't scared,
but because she went on strongly despite her fear.

In the endless wintertime days, when her soul cried and yearned for the blooms of poppies, the evening would blossom instead. Though the land was a shiver of porcelain and the pulsing stars felt more withdrawn in the frigid bitterness of winter, those sunsets would emerge in the atmosphere as a pastel glow swinging to a heated Spanish tempo.

That's what Maerys mused Willoughby resembled: a winter sunset. 

The pegasus' locks whirled handsomely in the Illuster Meadow zephyr, echoing the shine of the crystalline heaven. With her eyes of swell streams, she stepped through the verdant blades of grass in the divine Deluminian sunlight. She was nearly incomprehensible to the equine. At that moment, such a meager serving of time, Maerys sensed a throb in her chest. 

Willoughby was a jewel, surely crafted piece by piece. Her artist was assuredly the celestial bodies that rest in midnight skies. She was azure and rosy simultaneously, striking yet ever so delicate like the diminutive myosotis that thrive in the northern hemisphere. Ivory strapped her body like the fractures of cream that top the tides on a wind-graced day.

With the mellow summer air above their spines and leafy meadow beneath their pasterns, it was difficult to feel jittery. As Vradara arced above and Maerys approached the stranger, the clouds caressed the sky and an air of serenity washed over the scene.

"G'day, Stranger," she declared once she was within decent proximity to the newcomer. "What brings thee to Delumine?"

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