V e i l N e b u l a
Caught up in a palentary world
She sees the frown.
She doesn't press the issue, however; didn't feel the need to make him see what he hadn't in her words. The she wasn't a mortal being, she wasn't a mere horse. She was the nebula itself, crafted through a god's gentle touch to carefully reconstruct the scattered particles after she'd been violently compressed down by that black hole. It was a second chance for her, after that fear. That darkness. That pain. She shakes her head, before the memories could surge up of the terrible event, and refocuses on the male.
He returns the final greeting noises.
And calls her by the nickname Jane had given her, causing her smile to brighten greatly, before she perked up at his next words. She knew some of those words! This was getting easier. Solterra, Day. Home. She shares willingly, ears perked up, eyes gentle, patient to let him understand the words she offered to decipher meaning in his own time. Her speech was limited, it required some finesse to piece together what she meant. Even she could be aware of that.
But she wondered about this other place he mentioned.
Where was it? She would have to venture out in the direction, of where scent might match his; to see this new land, learn of a new place, of new things on this rock. She was always trying to learn. He moved briefly, his gaze, on the sea, and when he spoke, the entire of the words meant nothing. But there were a slight emotional context, but most of it meant little to the star that didn't have an idea of what the emotions of companionship, of comadarie might be. Instead, she tilts her head, trying to judge what he means, and for a brief moment, that shy hesitation enters her gaze.
She tries to keep the smile, tries to keep the happiness.
But beneath it all is a star that feels like an outsider on this rock, and it's moments like these that she feels it more than any. When something is clearly suggested to her, and she has no idea what it might mean, no idea what he wants, what he offers. It's these moments that the weakness seems to come up, the smile falters to be replaced by shamed trepidation. A mare who knows she cannot speak, cannot follow the conversation.
She holds a universe of secrets in her head.
Converses with the stars. Can read the future in the planets, and yet . . . she struggles with language. Her ears flick back, and her muzzle opens a few times, before closing with a snap, expression displaying her uncertainty, her self-criticism for not having the words to even ask for assistance in what he's trying to say. Wings flutter slightly, shedding star dust that wafts around her form, like a galaxy plucked from space and delivered to the beach. In a way, she was.
It's only him turning away that gives her a touch of a clue.
Hoping she makes the right choice, that she has at least puzzled out enough of a meaning to react, she takes a step forward, rose-tinted eyes watching the stallion for any cue that she'd at least gotten part of his speech correct, even if the noises and sounds he made where meaningless to her.
FROM THE MOUTH
INSIDE THE MIND
@Benedict
Notes:: <3
She doesn't press the issue, however; didn't feel the need to make him see what he hadn't in her words. The she wasn't a mortal being, she wasn't a mere horse. She was the nebula itself, crafted through a god's gentle touch to carefully reconstruct the scattered particles after she'd been violently compressed down by that black hole. It was a second chance for her, after that fear. That darkness. That pain. She shakes her head, before the memories could surge up of the terrible event, and refocuses on the male.
He returns the final greeting noises.
And calls her by the nickname Jane had given her, causing her smile to brighten greatly, before she perked up at his next words. She knew some of those words! This was getting easier. Solterra, Day. Home. She shares willingly, ears perked up, eyes gentle, patient to let him understand the words she offered to decipher meaning in his own time. Her speech was limited, it required some finesse to piece together what she meant. Even she could be aware of that.
But she wondered about this other place he mentioned.
Where was it? She would have to venture out in the direction, of where scent might match his; to see this new land, learn of a new place, of new things on this rock. She was always trying to learn. He moved briefly, his gaze, on the sea, and when he spoke, the entire of the words meant nothing. But there were a slight emotional context, but most of it meant little to the star that didn't have an idea of what the emotions of companionship, of comadarie might be. Instead, she tilts her head, trying to judge what he means, and for a brief moment, that shy hesitation enters her gaze.
She tries to keep the smile, tries to keep the happiness.
But beneath it all is a star that feels like an outsider on this rock, and it's moments like these that she feels it more than any. When something is clearly suggested to her, and she has no idea what it might mean, no idea what he wants, what he offers. It's these moments that the weakness seems to come up, the smile falters to be replaced by shamed trepidation. A mare who knows she cannot speak, cannot follow the conversation.
She holds a universe of secrets in her head.
Converses with the stars. Can read the future in the planets, and yet . . . she struggles with language. Her ears flick back, and her muzzle opens a few times, before closing with a snap, expression displaying her uncertainty, her self-criticism for not having the words to even ask for assistance in what he's trying to say. Wings flutter slightly, shedding star dust that wafts around her form, like a galaxy plucked from space and delivered to the beach. In a way, she was.
It's only him turning away that gives her a touch of a clue.
Hoping she makes the right choice, that she has at least puzzled out enough of a meaning to react, she takes a step forward, rose-tinted eyes watching the stallion for any cue that she'd at least gotten part of his speech correct, even if the noises and sounds he made where meaningless to her.
FROM THE MOUTH
INSIDE THE MIND
@
Notes:: <3
Could you be my super nova girl?
