V e i l N e b u l a
Caught up in a palentary world
Noise had woken her after her fall.
It was the oddness of this planet, odder than the colors that seemed to shine around her in a constant moving state. Whites to Blondes to Greens to Pinks and Reds and Purples and Blues. Colors she had no names for, dotting the landscape, the denizens of this world, the entirety of this rock as it orbited the yellow star in the sky. It was more alarming than the sudden pressure of gravity, of atmosphere that seemed to hold her body tighter together than space did where she was just another small star from a nebula's demise. It was more awe-inspiring than the variety of creatures who swam, flew, and walked these lands with a grace she herself had yet to master, so new to gravity. That same grace was once more hers to control when she flew, thankfully.
But the sounds, oh the sounds!
The crashing of the liquid against the grainy particles of rock so small she couldn't see but specks of color in ivory, cream, and russet. The songs are sung by nature, of wind rustling branches, swirling past hollowed rocks, or the sliding of grass and weeds together. These sounds were harmonized together, with the calls of the small flying creatures who sang more beautifully than anything Veil could have ever hoped to imagine. And then there were the creatures like her, but yet so different, who made noises of such variety, of such emotional venture. She didn't know much about what the noises met, but they were inspiring to listen to.
But she still felt out of space.
A chasm of nothing among a bunch of somethings. As odd and unfamiliar as the very others were to her. She could feel the oddness come further alight, paining her breast with the sharp awareness that this wasn't normal - she wasn't normal, as she stared at this other female, moving forward carefully, until she stood on the same plane as the other, two sets of hooves in the dirt. A cosmic being from beyond this planet, and a creature of this rock. And she did appear as if rock, dark in hue, with vein work of gold scattering her pelt, as if she had been pulled, crafted from gold-rich rock, heavy with minerals into a creature of large stature, of grace but youth.
Did Veil appear as beautiful to the other?
Or was she an oddity, an asteroid that had lost its flare as soon as it had been burnt and trapped by the atmosphere, the gravitational pull that even now held her captive by this impossibly large rock. What did these creatures think, when they saw her? Was she still of the universe in her design? Had she lost her colors in her fall? Had her hydrogen begun to deplete, was she going to die before she got a chance to live, trapped in a world that couldn't sustain her?!
No . . . no, that wouldn't happen.
She'd seen her own reflection, the colors still dominating, no change in the galactic dust her body produced, no change in her own energy levels. She was fine, she was coping, she was still trapped. And then this creature . . . this wonderful, wonderful creature had graced her with such a gift, such a gift of compassion and empathy and understanding. It had soothed those tattered edges, the frayed ends of her mind that were alit with worry. Had softened the stress hiding behind her eyes, in the twitch of her ears.
A camaraderie was building, a mutual understanding.
To lost creatures who were finding strength in each other, the borrowed warmth that she returned in her gentle touch, grateful and alive, and in this moment not feeling so alone and unwelcome in an unfamiliar land. This was better, this was easier, this wasn't so scary. More noise followed, low but heard between the space between them after Veil had withdrawn. She didn't understand the sounds, but she heard the compassion, the care in them, more sounds followed, a noise that was a gentle hum, almost drowning in the noise of the water. And then the other moved, an indication to another direction - a nudge of the head towards slopes that rose above the ground they currently stood on - nothing like the towering peaks she had crashed into upon her arrival but still tall enough to be noted.
She was being invited along?
Yes, that seemed right, but for what reason. There was still no threat being detected, no senses of unfamiliar or wayward emotions, nothing to clue her into further beyond the constant sense of warmth, compassion, understanding. Veil hesitated, before nodding for the other to lead the way, pink eyes that danced with a galaxy within moving in step, wings drawn to her side, trailing galactic dust that merged into that which drained from her locks, an ethereal movement that surrounded her body, making her awkward steps, that had grown easier with time to understand the weight of gravity on her body, appear a little more supernatural, a little more elegant, a little more otherworldly.
But she followed steps in tune to the other.
Transversing the path to those odd slopes that loomed above the sand, the texture beneath her hooves shifting as that green began to dot the landscape, growing thick patches broken up by other types of green vegetation, and some that had started to brown, or go bare as autumn set in - not that she understood that - she just saw spots of dead or dying green that she avoided with alarm as if it would pass death to if she neared it too close.
There was still a lingering question, however.
Why had they come here?
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 the oddness of this planet, odder than the colors that seemed to shine around her in a constant moving state. Whites to Blondes to Greens to Pinks and Reds and Purples and Blues. Colors she had no names for, dotting the landscape, the denizens of this world, the entirety of this rock as it orbited the yellow star in the sky. It was more alarming than the sudden pressure of gravity, of atmosphere that seemed to hold her body tighter together than space did where she was just another small star from a nebula's demise. It was more awe-inspiring than the variety of creatures who swam, flew, and walked these lands with a grace she herself had yet to master, so new to gravity. That same grace was once more hers to control when she flew, thankfully.
But the sounds, oh the sounds!
The crashing of the liquid against the grainy particles of rock so small she couldn't see but specks of color in ivory, cream, and russet. The songs are sung by nature, of wind rustling branches, swirling past hollowed rocks, or the sliding of grass and weeds together. These sounds were harmonized together, with the calls of the small flying creatures who sang more beautifully than anything Veil could have ever hoped to imagine. And then there were the creatures like her, but yet so different, who made noises of such variety, of such emotional venture. She didn't know much about what the noises met, but they were inspiring to listen to.
But she still felt out of space.
A chasm of nothing among a bunch of somethings. As odd and unfamiliar as the very others were to her. She could feel the oddness come further alight, paining her breast with the sharp awareness that this wasn't normal - she wasn't normal, as she stared at this other female, moving forward carefully, until she stood on the same plane as the other, two sets of hooves in the dirt. A cosmic being from beyond this planet, and a creature of this rock. And she did appear as if rock, dark in hue, with vein work of gold scattering her pelt, as if she had been pulled, crafted from gold-rich rock, heavy with minerals into a creature of large stature, of grace but youth.
Did Veil appear as beautiful to the other?
Or was she an oddity, an asteroid that had lost its flare as soon as it had been burnt and trapped by the atmosphere, the gravitational pull that even now held her captive by this impossibly large rock. What did these creatures think, when they saw her? Was she still of the universe in her design? Had she lost her colors in her fall? Had her hydrogen begun to deplete, was she going to die before she got a chance to live, trapped in a world that couldn't sustain her?!
No . . . no, that wouldn't happen.
She'd seen her own reflection, the colors still dominating, no change in the galactic dust her body produced, no change in her own energy levels. She was fine, she was coping, she was still trapped. And then this creature . . . this wonderful, wonderful creature had graced her with such a gift, such a gift of compassion and empathy and understanding. It had soothed those tattered edges, the frayed ends of her mind that were alit with worry. Had softened the stress hiding behind her eyes, in the twitch of her ears.
A camaraderie was building, a mutual understanding.
To lost creatures who were finding strength in each other, the borrowed warmth that she returned in her gentle touch, grateful and alive, and in this moment not feeling so alone and unwelcome in an unfamiliar land. This was better, this was easier, this wasn't so scary. More noise followed, low but heard between the space between them after Veil had withdrawn. She didn't understand the sounds, but she heard the compassion, the care in them, more sounds followed, a noise that was a gentle hum, almost drowning in the noise of the water. And then the other moved, an indication to another direction - a nudge of the head towards slopes that rose above the ground they currently stood on - nothing like the towering peaks she had crashed into upon her arrival but still tall enough to be noted.
She was being invited along?
Yes, that seemed right, but for what reason. There was still no threat being detected, no senses of unfamiliar or wayward emotions, nothing to clue her into further beyond the constant sense of warmth, compassion, understanding. Veil hesitated, before nodding for the other to lead the way, pink eyes that danced with a galaxy within moving in step, wings drawn to her side, trailing galactic dust that merged into that which drained from her locks, an ethereal movement that surrounded her body, making her awkward steps, that had grown easier with time to understand the weight of gravity on her body, appear a little more supernatural, a little more elegant, a little more otherworldly.
But she followed steps in tune to the other.
Transversing the path to those odd slopes that loomed above the sand, the texture beneath her hooves shifting as that green began to dot the landscape, growing thick patches broken up by other types of green vegetation, and some that had started to brown, or go bare as autumn set in - not that she understood that - she just saw spots of dead or dying green that she avoided with alarm as if it would pass death to if she neared it too close.
There was still a lingering question, however.
Why had they come here?
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?
