Sometimes Luvena found herself lost in thought, taken back to Elysium, looking at the stars that lingered above them there. She remembered her constellation, the day it was placed into those skies. The day she had died, and come back, all in the span of a single heartbeat. Her constellation had always been a thing of mystery to her. She changed with her immortality, growing into a muscled, but lithe figure, a thick mane and tail, horns. The whole works. Her constellation never changed though. She was up there as a myriad of ribs and hips, imaginary lines drawn between joints.
She used to think that it was there as a mockery of her weakness. She knew now that it was a remembrance of her strength. A remembrance that was gone now, as was Elysium. So much had changed in the times since it had fallen that it was sometimes hard to believe it had ever been real, only remembered by those who were here now. Kodarki, Abrin, surely more as well.
She had set out for terminus sea early in the morning, pressing a kiss to Israfels neck before she left. It was always a place of comfort for her, when life became tumultuous. It always reminded her of the cliffs in elysium. They always seemed to be where her life somewhere ended and began anew.
She was careful here, staying far from the edge of the cliffside until she came to a path she knew would take her down to the shore, where the pebbled shoreline would sink under her hooves. She longed to step into the waves, though she knew that this time of year it would be unwise. She approached the path cautiously, and stopped dead in her tracks at the top, sending a few stones skittering loudly down onto the beach.
It was a ghost who walked down below her. Not the kind that was white and pale, luminous under moonlight and hardly visible under sunlight. But the kind that was bright and orange, like the sun herself, coated in starlight. This was the kind of ghost that was impossible. The kind that you had watched die several years prior, and yet one that stood just meters away, looking as alive as the world around them.
Luvena stood frozen where she was, trying to make sense of what was before her.
@Io Kairavi
She used to think that it was there as a mockery of her weakness. She knew now that it was a remembrance of her strength. A remembrance that was gone now, as was Elysium. So much had changed in the times since it had fallen that it was sometimes hard to believe it had ever been real, only remembered by those who were here now. Kodarki, Abrin, surely more as well.
She had set out for terminus sea early in the morning, pressing a kiss to Israfels neck before she left. It was always a place of comfort for her, when life became tumultuous. It always reminded her of the cliffs in elysium. They always seemed to be where her life somewhere ended and began anew.
She was careful here, staying far from the edge of the cliffside until she came to a path she knew would take her down to the shore, where the pebbled shoreline would sink under her hooves. She longed to step into the waves, though she knew that this time of year it would be unwise. She approached the path cautiously, and stopped dead in her tracks at the top, sending a few stones skittering loudly down onto the beach.
It was a ghost who walked down below her. Not the kind that was white and pale, luminous under moonlight and hardly visible under sunlight. But the kind that was bright and orange, like the sun herself, coated in starlight. This was the kind of ghost that was impossible. The kind that you had watched die several years prior, and yet one that stood just meters away, looking as alive as the world around them.
Luvena stood frozen where she was, trying to make sense of what was before her.
@Io Kairavi
