V e i l N e b u l a
Caught up in a palentary world
She smelt her before she heard her.
It was a subtle change, but sharp enough to pull Veil from the day dream, proof this wasn't the galaxy, the universe she wanted to pass through once more. She wasn't back among the stars, she wasn't shining bright, she wasn't in the sky. The scent was of those creatures, the ones that seemed to resemble her own new shape, but this one didn't smell of any locations she'd been yet. She'd seen some of the clusters, the groupings of these creatures, but she knew she hadn't seen it all. The foreign scent proved it. Veil stood still, letting her attention return to the starline that stretched as far as the eye could see, once more trying to place herself among the stars, galatic dust wafting off her pelt, as if to further trick her mind on where she was.
She knew better.
The sound of water splashed up made the young nebula turn slowly, her pink eyes focusing on the other, tilting her head curiously at the creature there. Dark in the nightlight, with the moon frail moonlight illuminating gold streaks. Not a pattern she recognized, not a creature she recognized. The other spoke, sounds leaving the mouth - but not the familiar sounds Veil had begun to associate with greeting, so what was this creature wanting of her? She focused on the tone instead of the words. Caution. Hesitation. Determination. Anxiety. They were the emotions such tones brought to Veil's attention as the mare was forced to step into another's hooves, trying to figure out what was going on.
A warning, perhaps.
It would be a logical conclusion that the other was warning her of something, but not what she could easily identify - so was the curse of not knowing a language - any language. But the mare was hesitating at the water, which meant it was the water that had caused the alarm spike. Veil glanced back behind her, expression softening, wistful as her gaze turned towards the sky one last time, the endless stars that seemed to be twinkling to her, encouraging her to come home, come back. Veil turned back to the mare instead, stepping slowly out of the water, drawing her wings close to her body as she carefully gave distance between herself and this anxious creature.
She dipped her head.
A silent greeting, a silent thanks for what ever warning she had felt need to give, even if the mare couldn't guess what she needed to be warned about. She stepped fully out of the water, shaking off slightly, as the galatic dust wafted off her dark purple body, twisting and twirling elegantly from the strands of her darker purple mane and tail. Her gaze turned back questioningly towards the unknown female, not speaking, not having a word she could say if she wanted, but still not sure how to properly express appreciation for help towards a potential danger Veil wouldn't know about.
Instead, her gaze turned away.
Shy, awkward, once more reminded how out of place she was. Can a star really fall so far, an outcast among mere creatures born to a rock. Once she shown with an array of galatic hues, cyans, purples, pinks that lit up the sky - a Nebula that had been part of a larger system, a galaxy - a place to belong. Now she felt like a tresspassing observer, unable to communicate with those she came across, but desperate for some sort of stability. She retucked her wings, her gaze dropping to her hooves uncertainly.
How do you communicate with out words?
FROM THE MOUTH
INSIDE THE MIND
@Jane
Notes:: ALOT harder writing her in response to someone with out a concept of language. Trying to have her rationalize all of this with out actually alluding to her thinking the words, but understanding the intent.
It was a subtle change, but sharp enough to pull Veil from the day dream, proof this wasn't the galaxy, the universe she wanted to pass through once more. She wasn't back among the stars, she wasn't shining bright, she wasn't in the sky. The scent was of those creatures, the ones that seemed to resemble her own new shape, but this one didn't smell of any locations she'd been yet. She'd seen some of the clusters, the groupings of these creatures, but she knew she hadn't seen it all. The foreign scent proved it. Veil stood still, letting her attention return to the starline that stretched as far as the eye could see, once more trying to place herself among the stars, galatic dust wafting off her pelt, as if to further trick her mind on where she was.
She knew better.
The sound of water splashed up made the young nebula turn slowly, her pink eyes focusing on the other, tilting her head curiously at the creature there. Dark in the nightlight, with the moon frail moonlight illuminating gold streaks. Not a pattern she recognized, not a creature she recognized. The other spoke, sounds leaving the mouth - but not the familiar sounds Veil had begun to associate with greeting, so what was this creature wanting of her? She focused on the tone instead of the words. Caution. Hesitation. Determination. Anxiety. They were the emotions such tones brought to Veil's attention as the mare was forced to step into another's hooves, trying to figure out what was going on.
A warning, perhaps.
It would be a logical conclusion that the other was warning her of something, but not what she could easily identify - so was the curse of not knowing a language - any language. But the mare was hesitating at the water, which meant it was the water that had caused the alarm spike. Veil glanced back behind her, expression softening, wistful as her gaze turned towards the sky one last time, the endless stars that seemed to be twinkling to her, encouraging her to come home, come back. Veil turned back to the mare instead, stepping slowly out of the water, drawing her wings close to her body as she carefully gave distance between herself and this anxious creature.
She dipped her head.
A silent greeting, a silent thanks for what ever warning she had felt need to give, even if the mare couldn't guess what she needed to be warned about. She stepped fully out of the water, shaking off slightly, as the galatic dust wafted off her dark purple body, twisting and twirling elegantly from the strands of her darker purple mane and tail. Her gaze turned back questioningly towards the unknown female, not speaking, not having a word she could say if she wanted, but still not sure how to properly express appreciation for help towards a potential danger Veil wouldn't know about.
Instead, her gaze turned away.
Shy, awkward, once more reminded how out of place she was. Can a star really fall so far, an outcast among mere creatures born to a rock. Once she shown with an array of galatic hues, cyans, purples, pinks that lit up the sky - a Nebula that had been part of a larger system, a galaxy - a place to belong. Now she felt like a tresspassing observer, unable to communicate with those she came across, but desperate for some sort of stability. She retucked her wings, her gaze dropping to her hooves uncertainly.
How do you communicate with out words?
FROM THE MOUTH
INSIDE THE MIND
@Jane
Notes:: ALOT harder writing her in response to someone with out a concept of language. Trying to have her rationalize all of this with out actually alluding to her thinking the words, but understanding the intent.
Could you be my super nova girl?
