V e i l N e b u l a
Caught up in a palentary world
The sun seemed brighter than normal.
Once upon a time she would have twinkled and laughed with the star, able to read it's hues like it told a story to her - communication in their own way. Mars no longer shown bright to her in moments of Strife, the waxing of the moon whisper her secrets, the sun never shone for her success. No . . . they all did that, she was just no longer in tune to it. After her descent from the universe, the heavens had gone silent to her. They had shut their downs, silencing her out of the their private conversations, and it was another reminder that she was alone.
A mare, streaked by gold.
No, not alone. Not anymore. She had the mare of the soil, streaked with veins of Gold, as if she'd been mined from the earth (and Veil often wondered if she might have been). She, whose noise, for she had given Veil HER sound, was one of a singing bird that melded into a soft brook. Who filled her with compassion and understanding, and warmth as if the sun had reached out to her again. It was a relief, it was a comfort, it was a friendship that Veil clung to with no hesitation. That mare of gold (both on her body and in her heart) had given more to Veil, then Veil was able to properly explain - that she may never be able to explain.
Yet she was grateful to her.
A sudden shift in the air, ozone and radiation had the mare suddenly drawing up short, her attention turning elsewhere as she scented the air, tasting it even. Surely it was her imagination - no . . it was increasing in strength. Solar radiation, the very power behind a yellow dwarf star. Veil turned towards it, the feeling of another star, noting that it lacked any taste of hydrogen, of nuclear fission as it ate through the hydrogen in it . . . A star, but not? Her gaze fell onto the source of the radiation, and she pulled up short.
He reminded her of the gold-veined one.
Like her, he was dark in hue, though much darker, with gold as an accent. However, where her friend was of the earth - he was of the sky and sun, dual wings and reeking of radiation. Veil stood still as she watched him land, her body leaning beneath the tree, galactic dust bleeding down her neck, swirling around her hooves, as her own wings shifted, feathers sliding against each other, before settling smoothly. Why was he of ozone, and sunlight? Solar radiation that she could pick up and feel even from such a distance. Yet, he was not a star. He had none of the other tells.
He seemed to notice her then approaching.
Noise left his muzzle, sounds dripping with concern, compassion. He was large too - all aspects that reminded her of her friend. Would be be as friendly, as understanding to the lonesome and frail young star. She didn't understand his words, her head tilting to the side after a moment, forelock twirling down the side of her cheek, briefly exposing a flash of the white shape upon her forehead, before she offered a shy, an awkward smil towards the male.
She stepped forward, out of the shade.
Her muzzle was twisting down, curious but uncertain as she sniffed the air around him before the frown deepened, looking from him and then to the sun, trying to understand the connection between the two, how he could have the characteristics with out the rest of the aspects. Not a star, but borrowing its energy perhaps? No, not energy - that would still require residue of the fusion . . . this was a borrowing of radiation.
But why?
FROM THE MOUTH
INSIDE THE MIND
@Sol Bestiam
Notes:: Baby is confused.
Once upon a time she would have twinkled and laughed with the star, able to read it's hues like it told a story to her - communication in their own way. Mars no longer shown bright to her in moments of Strife, the waxing of the moon whisper her secrets, the sun never shone for her success. No . . . they all did that, she was just no longer in tune to it. After her descent from the universe, the heavens had gone silent to her. They had shut their downs, silencing her out of the their private conversations, and it was another reminder that she was alone.
A mare, streaked by gold.
No, not alone. Not anymore. She had the mare of the soil, streaked with veins of Gold, as if she'd been mined from the earth (and Veil often wondered if she might have been). She, whose noise, for she had given Veil HER sound, was one of a singing bird that melded into a soft brook. Who filled her with compassion and understanding, and warmth as if the sun had reached out to her again. It was a relief, it was a comfort, it was a friendship that Veil clung to with no hesitation. That mare of gold (both on her body and in her heart) had given more to Veil, then Veil was able to properly explain - that she may never be able to explain.
Yet she was grateful to her.
A sudden shift in the air, ozone and radiation had the mare suddenly drawing up short, her attention turning elsewhere as she scented the air, tasting it even. Surely it was her imagination - no . . it was increasing in strength. Solar radiation, the very power behind a yellow dwarf star. Veil turned towards it, the feeling of another star, noting that it lacked any taste of hydrogen, of nuclear fission as it ate through the hydrogen in it . . . A star, but not? Her gaze fell onto the source of the radiation, and she pulled up short.
He reminded her of the gold-veined one.
Like her, he was dark in hue, though much darker, with gold as an accent. However, where her friend was of the earth - he was of the sky and sun, dual wings and reeking of radiation. Veil stood still as she watched him land, her body leaning beneath the tree, galactic dust bleeding down her neck, swirling around her hooves, as her own wings shifted, feathers sliding against each other, before settling smoothly. Why was he of ozone, and sunlight? Solar radiation that she could pick up and feel even from such a distance. Yet, he was not a star. He had none of the other tells.
He seemed to notice her then approaching.
Noise left his muzzle, sounds dripping with concern, compassion. He was large too - all aspects that reminded her of her friend. Would be be as friendly, as understanding to the lonesome and frail young star. She didn't understand his words, her head tilting to the side after a moment, forelock twirling down the side of her cheek, briefly exposing a flash of the white shape upon her forehead, before she offered a shy, an awkward smil towards the male.
She stepped forward, out of the shade.
Her muzzle was twisting down, curious but uncertain as she sniffed the air around him before the frown deepened, looking from him and then to the sun, trying to understand the connection between the two, how he could have the characteristics with out the rest of the aspects. Not a star, but borrowing its energy perhaps? No, not energy - that would still require residue of the fusion . . . this was a borrowing of radiation.
But why?
FROM THE MOUTH
INSIDE THE MIND
@Sol Bestiam
Notes:: Baby is confused.
Could you be my super nova girl?
