V e i l N e b u l a
Caught up in a palentary world
Childlike wonder, over every new thing.
It was the best way to describe the joy the young mare felt when face to face with a new discovery, a new surprise. She was older than many things in this galaxy, but to this world, to this body, she was new, she was learning, she was discovering so much. A mare forced to catch up, and holding the drive to do so quickly - a star who wouldn't let her light wane just because she was somewhere new and had challenges at each and every moment of her life. She had been alone for so long, floating through space, a star on the move - shooting across the endless vacuum until gravity had caught her and flung her down to this planet it a cascade of colors, and heat, and PAIN.
It wasn't something she liked to remember.
But it gave her new challenges in life, new things to aspire to, to struggle to learn, to grasp, to attempt to make things out - connect the dots to the puzzle all around her. And the dots were connecting. It was slow at times, struggling to understand when a new thought, a new word was gifted - but others, she could just make out the meaning, just start to grasp what they were trying to say. These moments stuck to her mind, playing them on repeat. Jane twisted her neck a little, so her muzzle bumped her own side. “Jane.” The scene was a constant repeat, Jane twisted her neck a little, so her muzzle bumped her own side. “Jane.”, one that echoed in her mind. "Jane", "I'm Jane", "Grass" Fragile words that with their accompanied clarification, the gentleness of pointing out, the made sense, they connected, they became lodged.
Jane . . . But this word was not a memory.
The first sound echoing through her head, an unfamiliar tone, an unfamiliar noise she hadn't heard yet, but repeating her friends name. Jane. No, not a memory. This was . . this was similar to the sound of her happy sound, of her scared sound. Jane. Yes, this was her sound, her, Veil. Her sound, echoing that word, even as new light came, in the mare realizing her friend had something in the chest that thump, thump, thumped, before gesturing to the sky, to the star, watching her friend as her own mind seemed to connect. The star tilted her head to the side, forelock half obscuring one pink orb, even as the galatic dust floated aimlessly off the threads. Her friend spoke again, and this time, that word RESONATED.
Star. It struck like a cord to her being.
A sound that seemed to immulate everything she knew, the way her friend spoke it, it was what she was. What she was now, not before. In that moment, like a flash from the heavens, three other words appeared, connected to that, a voice, a grand design that had whispered the words even when she'd been in pain, the promise of even in a different shape, she'd remain who she was, Veil Nebula, the Veil Nebula - words gifted to her, in this language the others used, and with a hesitation, Veil reached towards Jane, touching her friend lightly as she had done to herself before, J-jay-ne. The word was halting, but ghosted from her lips - a voice both aged and yet youthful, soft spoken with a lilting, dream-like quality. A voice of wisdom, and peace. Her muzzle dropped to her chest, and then up to the stars, her gaze softening, her expression light as if she was back among the expanse, I . . . s-s-st-tar. This word was more difficult, less practiced in her head. Then those previous words came back. This time her voice didn't falter as the words breathed life into her, a soft touch, a reminder from a creator who had molded her into the new shape, imprinting the words so she'd remember them when she needed them. Everything she was now, everything she had been before, whispered and reassured even when she'd been afraid and lost in that transmutation, that compression, celestial dust turning into bone, muscle and skin, pain, so much pain, those words hard repeated that she would still be her, still be who she was, coaxing it through her head, her voice when those parts had been made - repeating the words to help her through the worst of the pain, having her repeat it back so when the time came, she would know what to say, she would know who she was, she would always remember where she came from, and where she would always belong.
I . . the Veil Nebula.
FROM THE MOUTH
INSIDE THE MIND
@Jane
Notes:: Okay Jane can melt now. And reasonable excuse for Veil having her own name imprinted in her mind GIVEN. Cause you know. Gods are gods, what better excuse.
It was the best way to describe the joy the young mare felt when face to face with a new discovery, a new surprise. She was older than many things in this galaxy, but to this world, to this body, she was new, she was learning, she was discovering so much. A mare forced to catch up, and holding the drive to do so quickly - a star who wouldn't let her light wane just because she was somewhere new and had challenges at each and every moment of her life. She had been alone for so long, floating through space, a star on the move - shooting across the endless vacuum until gravity had caught her and flung her down to this planet it a cascade of colors, and heat, and PAIN.
It wasn't something she liked to remember.
But it gave her new challenges in life, new things to aspire to, to struggle to learn, to grasp, to attempt to make things out - connect the dots to the puzzle all around her. And the dots were connecting. It was slow at times, struggling to understand when a new thought, a new word was gifted - but others, she could just make out the meaning, just start to grasp what they were trying to say. These moments stuck to her mind, playing them on repeat. Jane twisted her neck a little, so her muzzle bumped her own side. “Jane.” The scene was a constant repeat, Jane twisted her neck a little, so her muzzle bumped her own side. “Jane.”, one that echoed in her mind. "Jane", "I'm Jane", "Grass" Fragile words that with their accompanied clarification, the gentleness of pointing out, the made sense, they connected, they became lodged.
Jane . . . But this word was not a memory.
The first sound echoing through her head, an unfamiliar tone, an unfamiliar noise she hadn't heard yet, but repeating her friends name. Jane. No, not a memory. This was . . this was similar to the sound of her happy sound, of her scared sound. Jane. Yes, this was her sound, her, Veil. Her sound, echoing that word, even as new light came, in the mare realizing her friend had something in the chest that thump, thump, thumped, before gesturing to the sky, to the star, watching her friend as her own mind seemed to connect. The star tilted her head to the side, forelock half obscuring one pink orb, even as the galatic dust floated aimlessly off the threads. Her friend spoke again, and this time, that word RESONATED.
Star. It struck like a cord to her being.
A sound that seemed to immulate everything she knew, the way her friend spoke it, it was what she was. What she was now, not before. In that moment, like a flash from the heavens, three other words appeared, connected to that, a voice, a grand design that had whispered the words even when she'd been in pain, the promise of even in a different shape, she'd remain who she was, Veil Nebula, the Veil Nebula - words gifted to her, in this language the others used, and with a hesitation, Veil reached towards Jane, touching her friend lightly as she had done to herself before, J-jay-ne. The word was halting, but ghosted from her lips - a voice both aged and yet youthful, soft spoken with a lilting, dream-like quality. A voice of wisdom, and peace. Her muzzle dropped to her chest, and then up to the stars, her gaze softening, her expression light as if she was back among the expanse, I . . . s-s-st-tar. This word was more difficult, less practiced in her head. Then those previous words came back. This time her voice didn't falter as the words breathed life into her, a soft touch, a reminder from a creator who had molded her into the new shape, imprinting the words so she'd remember them when she needed them. Everything she was now, everything she had been before, whispered and reassured even when she'd been afraid and lost in that transmutation, that compression, celestial dust turning into bone, muscle and skin, pain, so much pain, those words hard repeated that she would still be her, still be who she was, coaxing it through her head, her voice when those parts had been made - repeating the words to help her through the worst of the pain, having her repeat it back so when the time came, she would know what to say, she would know who she was, she would always remember where she came from, and where she would always belong.
I . . the Veil Nebula.
FROM THE MOUTH
INSIDE THE MIND
@Jane
Notes:: Okay Jane can melt now. And reasonable excuse for Veil having her own name imprinted in her mind GIVEN. Cause you know. Gods are gods, what better excuse.
Could you be my super nova girl?
