V e i l N e b u l a
Caught up in a palentary world
The accidental crossing of paths.
How often, new conversations, friendships, interactions crop up by the unintentional running across of another. Veil hadn't headed to the shore in hopes for interacting with others. It was about the quiet calm of the ocean, the soft soothing flow of the wave. The comfort of the never ending cycle, and the effects the moon held onto it. The constant flow, the constant tugging, te constant reactions from other bodies upon this world. There was the greater part of her that liked it for knowing that there was something else breaking through the barrier of the atmosphere of this rock.
The moon attracted the waves to come and go.
Maybe one day it could help her escape the gravity of this rock as well. She tries not to wish for it too much, however; it could only do a lot to make her struggle through the day. So, she sought for distractions, for chances of calm, peace; and opportunities to learn. The beach had given her the first two easily, and now this stallion may provide the third. She tilted her head, her eyes brightening in surprised delight at the way the bands in his hair clanked, chiming like the music she's heard at celebrations before.
But it's his words that make her pause curiously.
They aren't ones she knows, which means, she has to rely on her magic. Almost instantly it seems to activate, filling the gaps of her understanding with emotional cues and context to help her decipher the meanings. And so to realize it was merely a welcoming sound, an acknowledgement - that meant it was like the greeting sound! Hello. Her own reply is said softly, with a soft voice tempered by a wisdom her apparent age would not ellude to. But, while young as a horse, she'd been alive for billions of years before that black hole had destroyed her life as a nebula, and she was recrafted into this.
His head raises, this stranger, and the attention is surprising.
She's used to others who don't meet eye contact often. WHo will look around, attention wavering. The direct attention - the eye contact, was not something she was familiar with, and it had her ruffling her feathers curiously, confused; wondering if it was another custom of this world she hadn't come across yet. Did she break the gaze first? Did she hold it too? What was she supposed to do.
Then he spoke again, more words she didn't know.
Her smile didn't drop, but her expression clouded with confusion, ears pitching back curiously, as she tried to puzzle out the meaning with the context beyond words that her magic provided. Her eyes took in facial cues and body language, but it was her magic that played up the bigger clues to deciphering what the noises may mean. Of course, the translation offered by her magic was in the same manner her own thoughts existed - as impressions and emotions, and little else. Helpful. Questioning. Unsure. Acknowledgment? No . . . Validation? Not quite. Ah, he was checking if she needed help? Maybe? It was the best she could decipher from the emotions. The twinkling, waterfall sound fell from her lips, a soft laugh; and she shook her head no once, her gaze looking back out to the sea, her smile turning softer, gentler.
No. Fine.
The words were short, simple, but they weren't harsh, or definitive, but merely the only items in her personnel to explain when she couldn't really speak. Her muzzle instead traces her path, continuing past him, along the beach. Her own mind pictures it as the arch of a shooting star, light traveling through a distance; the passing of stars. But she couldn't express this in words, so instead her smile turns sheepish, hoping her might understand, even as she offers one finally word, Sorry.
Sorry, she can't express herself better.
FROM THE MOUTH
INSIDE THE MIND
@Benedict
Notes:: <3 He's such a gentleman!
How often, new conversations, friendships, interactions crop up by the unintentional running across of another. Veil hadn't headed to the shore in hopes for interacting with others. It was about the quiet calm of the ocean, the soft soothing flow of the wave. The comfort of the never ending cycle, and the effects the moon held onto it. The constant flow, the constant tugging, te constant reactions from other bodies upon this world. There was the greater part of her that liked it for knowing that there was something else breaking through the barrier of the atmosphere of this rock.
The moon attracted the waves to come and go.
Maybe one day it could help her escape the gravity of this rock as well. She tries not to wish for it too much, however; it could only do a lot to make her struggle through the day. So, she sought for distractions, for chances of calm, peace; and opportunities to learn. The beach had given her the first two easily, and now this stallion may provide the third. She tilted her head, her eyes brightening in surprised delight at the way the bands in his hair clanked, chiming like the music she's heard at celebrations before.
But it's his words that make her pause curiously.
They aren't ones she knows, which means, she has to rely on her magic. Almost instantly it seems to activate, filling the gaps of her understanding with emotional cues and context to help her decipher the meanings. And so to realize it was merely a welcoming sound, an acknowledgement - that meant it was like the greeting sound! Hello. Her own reply is said softly, with a soft voice tempered by a wisdom her apparent age would not ellude to. But, while young as a horse, she'd been alive for billions of years before that black hole had destroyed her life as a nebula, and she was recrafted into this.
His head raises, this stranger, and the attention is surprising.
She's used to others who don't meet eye contact often. WHo will look around, attention wavering. The direct attention - the eye contact, was not something she was familiar with, and it had her ruffling her feathers curiously, confused; wondering if it was another custom of this world she hadn't come across yet. Did she break the gaze first? Did she hold it too? What was she supposed to do.
Then he spoke again, more words she didn't know.
Her smile didn't drop, but her expression clouded with confusion, ears pitching back curiously, as she tried to puzzle out the meaning with the context beyond words that her magic provided. Her eyes took in facial cues and body language, but it was her magic that played up the bigger clues to deciphering what the noises may mean. Of course, the translation offered by her magic was in the same manner her own thoughts existed - as impressions and emotions, and little else. Helpful. Questioning. Unsure. Acknowledgment? No . . . Validation? Not quite. Ah, he was checking if she needed help? Maybe? It was the best she could decipher from the emotions. The twinkling, waterfall sound fell from her lips, a soft laugh; and she shook her head no once, her gaze looking back out to the sea, her smile turning softer, gentler.
No. Fine.
The words were short, simple, but they weren't harsh, or definitive, but merely the only items in her personnel to explain when she couldn't really speak. Her muzzle instead traces her path, continuing past him, along the beach. Her own mind pictures it as the arch of a shooting star, light traveling through a distance; the passing of stars. But she couldn't express this in words, so instead her smile turns sheepish, hoping her might understand, even as she offers one finally word, Sorry.
Sorry, she can't express herself better.
FROM THE MOUTH
INSIDE THE MIND
@
Notes:: <3 He's such a gentleman!
Could you be my super nova girl?
