V e i l N e b u l a
Caught up in a palentary world
The star's ears pitched forward, expression curious.
The other had turned towards her, but it was the sudden pause, caught in mid-step had the former nebula's confusion increasing. What would cause the mortal to pause, to freeze, to cease its movements? Was something wrong? Everything always seemed to be in constant motion. The planets swirling around their stars, the twirl on their axis, the constant force of gravity making things always keep sweeping, keep turning, keep moving. Had something caught the mortal's gravity in a mess? Or was she trying to align her knowledge from the heavens into this world on a rock? Did the same things have meaning and cause here? Gravity was the driving force in space - what was the driving force on a planetary object?
Her mind different fluttered with an abundance of knowledge.
A connection to a higher force struggling to reconnect, to help her fill in the blanks her mind was creating. The universe was eager to assist its lost child, despite Veil's connection still splotchy at best. Her reconnection with the stars was unfulfilled, a disconnection that would remain until she could find her own balance on this earth. While she felt so disconnected from where she came from - so trapped by this planet's gravity - that disconnection would remain. Veil forced her attention back to the other being at this point. Realizing she'd distracted herself with trying to figure out why the cease-all on this mare's movements had happened, and hoping she hadn't missed something. With her struggles to comprehend the noises these beings made, missing anything was detrimental to her wading her way through a one-sided conversation.
She then felt the attention, the observation.
Like a trickle of rainfall across her skin, swirling up her stardust, and caressing her pelt. It wasn't the first time another had stopped to stare at the star, and the celestial being couldn't blame them either. Her time on Novus had proven one thing - there wasn't another like her. Not truly. And so she let herself hold still, as that star dust wafting off her form seemed to slowly trail off to more of a slow drizzle that collected around her hooves, exposing more of the soft, dark purple curls that framed her face, bouncing with each slight movement she made. Was this decorated being noticing how plain she felt in her modest jewels? The glow of her necklace, and gems washed her chest in an additional swirl of color, pinpricks of glow from elements not of this earth. Simple, unique, but nothing so flashy as what this being adorned herself with.
So many others adorned themselves with cloth and trinkets.
Veil often wondered if she was underdressed when in the company of such. And then the mare turned her gaze up, meeting Veil's eyes, and the galactic mare tilted her head, wondering what the mare was thinking, wondering what she saw. What she could figure out, what she couldn't. She seemed to be searching for the truth in Veil's being. The drop of the hoof back to the snowy ground had the mare's eyes dropping to observe the motion, blinking once, before glancing back up at the stranger, her head tilting to the side, and causing those soft curls to shift against her cheek, shedding off stardust with the slight movement. So, she'd asked if the stranger was alright.
The stranger began to cry.
Veil's eyes grew wider, confused, trying to understand the change, why the mare was leaking. Was this normal in mortals? Was she alright? Was she ill? Was this a sickness? And then the rumbly sound, but it sounded off. Not as carefree, cheerful as she had heard from others. This wasn't a free, wild rumble, this was a strangled one, captured in some sort of negative emotion. Wrongness, unease. The emotions filtered into her head, but she didn't know if it was related to what the mare was feeling, or Veil's own observations of how wrong that rumble-sound was. Then the other spoke, and Veil was once more left to try to decipher what the other was saying.
Thankfully she understood most of what was said.
Kind of. The sounds swirled around her head, and it was up to her magic to provide the missing context, "No, I [acknowledgment, sense, feeling, acceptance] I am [wrong, false, negativity, emptiness, black], Veil Nebula." Veil's muzzle shifted into a soft frown, pink galactic eyes gentling into concern. And then a series of words she had no meaning of, relying more fully on her magic to give her a grasp of what the other was trying to relay, Struggles, pain, difficulty, struggles, struggles, struggles. It was like a plow of emotion into the chest of the star, her muzzle dripping with more concern, even as she watched the other shake her head. The sudden jingle had the mare's eyes rising up to the antlers, eyes briefly wide with curiosity, before she remembered the emotional turmoil her magic was feeding to her on how this other was feeling.
Then, the mare spoke again.
This sentence was delivered with eye contact, an a genuine smile that had the star curious, as again her mind tried to supply her with the words she didn't understand, Assurances, new, bright, white and renewing. The monk struggled to understand, to put these thoughts, emotions, feelings into a context, but could only assume that what ever troubled this being was coming to a close, things were making a shift. She almost missed the next bit, but she still knew those sounds, and what they meant.
It was the sound for this being.
The sound they assumed for themselves, the defining noise. Torielle. the star repeats the name slowly, blinking back her surprise as the other seems to bow, confused by a motion she'd never seen before. Her ears flicked, her expression baffled, even as she lacked the words to ask why she made such an odd motion. Did it have meaning on this rock? The pose was held for a moment, before more words fell, and again Veil was silent as she struggled to understand the series of sounds she didn't have a meaning for. This time, the universe provided her with more information to fill in the information she didn't have. Visions, and emotions filled her head, Sense of request, offering, curiosity. Individuals traveling in companionship, journeying. She blinked the vision from her mind.
Looking back to this Torielle, Veil offered a smile.
Her limbs carried her forward, brushing through the snow and cold with little care. Where the other might feel the arctic temperatures, Veil grew in the icy expanse of space, where temperatures were far, far colder, and as she would approach, Torielle was likely to feel the subtle wafting warmth from the body that encased a burning hot star in its interior. The mare motioned for Torielle to lead the way, her gaze curious as it swept around the forest she had not visited before, You . . . there is a noticeable pause, a shift in expression, an obvious tell of someone struggling for how to express herself with limited vocabulary.
A limited vocabulary that trapped the secrets of the universe.
You . . . lost? There is a pause, as if the star isn't sure that's the right word, the right way to ask about her concern, and her gaze turns upwards, struggling. There's a brief pause, as her gaze searches the early morning sky, as if all her answers to communication lay above. No . . . lost, more . . . There's a twist to her features, a heavy sight at realizing she doesn't have the words to express what she's trying to, a voice of concern on how the other seems out of place, like stars, planets that have fallen out of alignment. Sorry. The apology is breathed out with a soft dread at the moment of failing, before she blinked as a different set of sounds came to her, only a few of them she actually had some comprehension of, the others seemingly coming from somewhere else in her memory for her to parrot back.
You . . . not connected.
The pink gaze had returned to the sky, as if she could stare through that blue-tinged atmosphere into the expanse of the heavens above. Veil knew that feeling, that struggle. She felt it when she looked skyward, so close she could see each pinprick of light, but no matter how hard she tried to climb, she could break the atmosphere, the gravity of this planet. Lost. The word repeats with more certainty, I am from the stars, sky. The simple sentence is easier to form, less conceptual, more fact, and filled with simple filler words she'd already picked up. Her pink gaze turns back to her new companion and she smiles softly, a touch of homesickness in her own pale gaze, I am lost too.
FROM THE MOUTH
INSIDE THE MIND
@Torielle
Notes:: She's trying to offer reassurances that she can understand haha.
The other had turned towards her, but it was the sudden pause, caught in mid-step had the former nebula's confusion increasing. What would cause the mortal to pause, to freeze, to cease its movements? Was something wrong? Everything always seemed to be in constant motion. The planets swirling around their stars, the twirl on their axis, the constant force of gravity making things always keep sweeping, keep turning, keep moving. Had something caught the mortal's gravity in a mess? Or was she trying to align her knowledge from the heavens into this world on a rock? Did the same things have meaning and cause here? Gravity was the driving force in space - what was the driving force on a planetary object?
Her mind different fluttered with an abundance of knowledge.
A connection to a higher force struggling to reconnect, to help her fill in the blanks her mind was creating. The universe was eager to assist its lost child, despite Veil's connection still splotchy at best. Her reconnection with the stars was unfulfilled, a disconnection that would remain until she could find her own balance on this earth. While she felt so disconnected from where she came from - so trapped by this planet's gravity - that disconnection would remain. Veil forced her attention back to the other being at this point. Realizing she'd distracted herself with trying to figure out why the cease-all on this mare's movements had happened, and hoping she hadn't missed something. With her struggles to comprehend the noises these beings made, missing anything was detrimental to her wading her way through a one-sided conversation.
She then felt the attention, the observation.
Like a trickle of rainfall across her skin, swirling up her stardust, and caressing her pelt. It wasn't the first time another had stopped to stare at the star, and the celestial being couldn't blame them either. Her time on Novus had proven one thing - there wasn't another like her. Not truly. And so she let herself hold still, as that star dust wafting off her form seemed to slowly trail off to more of a slow drizzle that collected around her hooves, exposing more of the soft, dark purple curls that framed her face, bouncing with each slight movement she made. Was this decorated being noticing how plain she felt in her modest jewels? The glow of her necklace, and gems washed her chest in an additional swirl of color, pinpricks of glow from elements not of this earth. Simple, unique, but nothing so flashy as what this being adorned herself with.
So many others adorned themselves with cloth and trinkets.
Veil often wondered if she was underdressed when in the company of such. And then the mare turned her gaze up, meeting Veil's eyes, and the galactic mare tilted her head, wondering what the mare was thinking, wondering what she saw. What she could figure out, what she couldn't. She seemed to be searching for the truth in Veil's being. The drop of the hoof back to the snowy ground had the mare's eyes dropping to observe the motion, blinking once, before glancing back up at the stranger, her head tilting to the side, and causing those soft curls to shift against her cheek, shedding off stardust with the slight movement. So, she'd asked if the stranger was alright.
The stranger began to cry.
Veil's eyes grew wider, confused, trying to understand the change, why the mare was leaking. Was this normal in mortals? Was she alright? Was she ill? Was this a sickness? And then the rumbly sound, but it sounded off. Not as carefree, cheerful as she had heard from others. This wasn't a free, wild rumble, this was a strangled one, captured in some sort of negative emotion. Wrongness, unease. The emotions filtered into her head, but she didn't know if it was related to what the mare was feeling, or Veil's own observations of how wrong that rumble-sound was. Then the other spoke, and Veil was once more left to try to decipher what the other was saying.
Thankfully she understood most of what was said.
Kind of. The sounds swirled around her head, and it was up to her magic to provide the missing context, "No, I [acknowledgment, sense, feeling, acceptance] I am [wrong, false, negativity, emptiness, black], Veil Nebula." Veil's muzzle shifted into a soft frown, pink galactic eyes gentling into concern. And then a series of words she had no meaning of, relying more fully on her magic to give her a grasp of what the other was trying to relay, Struggles, pain, difficulty, struggles, struggles, struggles. It was like a plow of emotion into the chest of the star, her muzzle dripping with more concern, even as she watched the other shake her head. The sudden jingle had the mare's eyes rising up to the antlers, eyes briefly wide with curiosity, before she remembered the emotional turmoil her magic was feeding to her on how this other was feeling.
Then, the mare spoke again.
This sentence was delivered with eye contact, an a genuine smile that had the star curious, as again her mind tried to supply her with the words she didn't understand, Assurances, new, bright, white and renewing. The monk struggled to understand, to put these thoughts, emotions, feelings into a context, but could only assume that what ever troubled this being was coming to a close, things were making a shift. She almost missed the next bit, but she still knew those sounds, and what they meant.
It was the sound for this being.
The sound they assumed for themselves, the defining noise. Torielle. the star repeats the name slowly, blinking back her surprise as the other seems to bow, confused by a motion she'd never seen before. Her ears flicked, her expression baffled, even as she lacked the words to ask why she made such an odd motion. Did it have meaning on this rock? The pose was held for a moment, before more words fell, and again Veil was silent as she struggled to understand the series of sounds she didn't have a meaning for. This time, the universe provided her with more information to fill in the information she didn't have. Visions, and emotions filled her head, Sense of request, offering, curiosity. Individuals traveling in companionship, journeying. She blinked the vision from her mind.
Looking back to this Torielle, Veil offered a smile.
Her limbs carried her forward, brushing through the snow and cold with little care. Where the other might feel the arctic temperatures, Veil grew in the icy expanse of space, where temperatures were far, far colder, and as she would approach, Torielle was likely to feel the subtle wafting warmth from the body that encased a burning hot star in its interior. The mare motioned for Torielle to lead the way, her gaze curious as it swept around the forest she had not visited before, You . . . there is a noticeable pause, a shift in expression, an obvious tell of someone struggling for how to express herself with limited vocabulary.
A limited vocabulary that trapped the secrets of the universe.
You . . . lost? There is a pause, as if the star isn't sure that's the right word, the right way to ask about her concern, and her gaze turns upwards, struggling. There's a brief pause, as her gaze searches the early morning sky, as if all her answers to communication lay above. No . . . lost, more . . . There's a twist to her features, a heavy sight at realizing she doesn't have the words to express what she's trying to, a voice of concern on how the other seems out of place, like stars, planets that have fallen out of alignment. Sorry. The apology is breathed out with a soft dread at the moment of failing, before she blinked as a different set of sounds came to her, only a few of them she actually had some comprehension of, the others seemingly coming from somewhere else in her memory for her to parrot back.
You . . . not connected.
The pink gaze had returned to the sky, as if she could stare through that blue-tinged atmosphere into the expanse of the heavens above. Veil knew that feeling, that struggle. She felt it when she looked skyward, so close she could see each pinprick of light, but no matter how hard she tried to climb, she could break the atmosphere, the gravity of this planet. Lost. The word repeats with more certainty, I am from the stars, sky. The simple sentence is easier to form, less conceptual, more fact, and filled with simple filler words she'd already picked up. Her pink gaze turns back to her new companion and she smiles softly, a touch of homesickness in her own pale gaze, I am lost too.
FROM THE MOUTH
INSIDE THE MIND
@Torielle
Notes:: She's trying to offer reassurances that she can understand haha.
Could you be my super nova girl?
