V e i l N e b u l a
Caught up in a palentary world
Her life was starting to change.
Small things stretched beyond the increasing comprehension of the language the beings of this world spoke. Her time up on the mountain, merely basking in the air, in the charged atmosphere of the gods, had done much to settle so many issues she had been feeling. Standing before the visage of Tempus, the god of the gods, had made so much progress in the star's wayward sense of loneliness and loss. The gods had become a point, a significantly narrowed point, of stability. But it was a start for the star to find her place in this world. An advent to where she would be able to move along. An opening for where she could go from here.
A dedicated life to offer to another.
Not that she expected ever to meet one of these 'others.' In fact, Veil expected never to meet one of the gods face to face, instead of to be a silent devoted who would share her secrets with them, in the comforting knowledge that they would at least hear, and hold onto them. They would be her sanctuary, a reason for existing, for being stuck. And as the star made her way from the mountain, she was already eagerly planning her subsequent return to that place of worship.
But for now, she will let herself be distracted.
She was making her way to Dusk Court to see more of the world. She knew Night and Day fairly well - had fully explored many of the 'in between' lands. But Dawn and Dusk were but names that she could associate with times of day (and the gods and goddesses that reigned over the grounds). Oriens and Vespera; for Dawn and Dusk, respectively. She wondered briefly what the god and goddess were like, themselves. Did their people mirror their personalities? Would she recognize any gods if she came across them in person? Would she know it was them?
Would she fall prone, or would she rise in worship?
How do you properly worship one who has become your reason for existence? So many questions for a being who was only beginning to comprehend these advanced thoughts, whose mind was warping and understanding more, even if her capabilities on speech were slower on the catch-up. Still, she meandered about before abandoning her way to Dusk to take on Delumine first. It was closer, at least, and while she'd met individuals from Dusk, Dawn Court was a mystery. The star let her hooves carry her, those delicate wings folded close to her side, enough feathers missing from one side for her tribute to the gods would keep her from flying until she could regrow them. A worthy sacrifice to the gods, if she would so say so.
Her steps carried her closer to the forest Delumine was known for.
Not that she was aware of that fact. Instead, pink galaxy eyes stared up at the towering trees in awe before her ears swiveled at the sound of another making their way through the snow. Curiously, Veil turned to see a figure seemingly trudging through the snow. The galactic mare turned towards the stranger with a curiousness that would not be sated unless she introduced herself. She moved slowly, wafting galaxy dust streaming off her like a veil as she approached, the necklaces around her neck clinging together, an amulet and a space rock, one from her original home, the other from this one.
Hello? She voices softly, but kindly.
She announces her presence from a distance, least adorned in bells and silk and glory, making Veil suddenly wonder if she's underdressed. Plain. Simple. If a mare crafted from the remnants of a nebula could ever be 'simple and plain.' She is still stuck in awe at how these beings decorated their bodies so beautifully, and not for the first time, and she ponders about the same thing, of drawing cloth over her form. The slight glimmer in her peripheral as her ears drop her she's not without adornment herself - earrings, bracelets, and necklace in silver and glowing space rock. But they were so subtle compared to this being's decor.
I am the Veil Nebula, she introduces herself.
The Vagabond then frowns, seeing the way the other is holding herself, noticing the subtle emotions on that regal face, Are you . . . well?" Her words forming together better, the more she talks, the more she converses, the easier she's finding sentences coming together. She is finally becoming better at understanding the citizens of Novus.
FROM THE MOUTH
INSIDE THE MIND
@Torielle
Notes:: Figured Veil could try to offer assistance :D
Small things stretched beyond the increasing comprehension of the language the beings of this world spoke. Her time up on the mountain, merely basking in the air, in the charged atmosphere of the gods, had done much to settle so many issues she had been feeling. Standing before the visage of Tempus, the god of the gods, had made so much progress in the star's wayward sense of loneliness and loss. The gods had become a point, a significantly narrowed point, of stability. But it was a start for the star to find her place in this world. An advent to where she would be able to move along. An opening for where she could go from here.
A dedicated life to offer to another.
Not that she expected ever to meet one of these 'others.' In fact, Veil expected never to meet one of the gods face to face, instead of to be a silent devoted who would share her secrets with them, in the comforting knowledge that they would at least hear, and hold onto them. They would be her sanctuary, a reason for existing, for being stuck. And as the star made her way from the mountain, she was already eagerly planning her subsequent return to that place of worship.
But for now, she will let herself be distracted.
She was making her way to Dusk Court to see more of the world. She knew Night and Day fairly well - had fully explored many of the 'in between' lands. But Dawn and Dusk were but names that she could associate with times of day (and the gods and goddesses that reigned over the grounds). Oriens and Vespera; for Dawn and Dusk, respectively. She wondered briefly what the god and goddess were like, themselves. Did their people mirror their personalities? Would she recognize any gods if she came across them in person? Would she know it was them?
Would she fall prone, or would she rise in worship?
How do you properly worship one who has become your reason for existence? So many questions for a being who was only beginning to comprehend these advanced thoughts, whose mind was warping and understanding more, even if her capabilities on speech were slower on the catch-up. Still, she meandered about before abandoning her way to Dusk to take on Delumine first. It was closer, at least, and while she'd met individuals from Dusk, Dawn Court was a mystery. The star let her hooves carry her, those delicate wings folded close to her side, enough feathers missing from one side for her tribute to the gods would keep her from flying until she could regrow them. A worthy sacrifice to the gods, if she would so say so.
Her steps carried her closer to the forest Delumine was known for.
Not that she was aware of that fact. Instead, pink galaxy eyes stared up at the towering trees in awe before her ears swiveled at the sound of another making their way through the snow. Curiously, Veil turned to see a figure seemingly trudging through the snow. The galactic mare turned towards the stranger with a curiousness that would not be sated unless she introduced herself. She moved slowly, wafting galaxy dust streaming off her like a veil as she approached, the necklaces around her neck clinging together, an amulet and a space rock, one from her original home, the other from this one.
Hello? She voices softly, but kindly.
She announces her presence from a distance, least adorned in bells and silk and glory, making Veil suddenly wonder if she's underdressed. Plain. Simple. If a mare crafted from the remnants of a nebula could ever be 'simple and plain.' She is still stuck in awe at how these beings decorated their bodies so beautifully, and not for the first time, and she ponders about the same thing, of drawing cloth over her form. The slight glimmer in her peripheral as her ears drop her she's not without adornment herself - earrings, bracelets, and necklace in silver and glowing space rock. But they were so subtle compared to this being's decor.
I am the Veil Nebula, she introduces herself.
The Vagabond then frowns, seeing the way the other is holding herself, noticing the subtle emotions on that regal face, Are you . . . well?" Her words forming together better, the more she talks, the more she converses, the easier she's finding sentences coming together. She is finally becoming better at understanding the citizens of Novus.
FROM THE MOUTH
INSIDE THE MIND
@Torielle
Notes:: Figured Veil could try to offer assistance :D
Could you be my super nova girl?
