[AW] let the sky fall

[Seraphina]

It was, surprisingly enough, not the first time that Seraphina had seen someone fall out of a portal.


She stood at the edge of what was growing into the Day Court’s garden in abject bewilderment, charcoal lips drawn into a firm line; wet soil splashed her silver coat, and the sudden, nearly overwhelming smell of precipitation hit her nostrils like an oncoming train. She fluttered towards the scattered seedlings almost desperately, nudging them back towards the soil with a sense of nervous urgency, as though she were scared to touch them. Of course, she was not meant to have the time to actually return them to their rightful places, because in a second’s time, something substantially larger and considerably more solid than a bit of water would come falling from the sky.


A heap of steaming white feathers and fur came crashing to the ground in front of her. Seraphina jerked back from the little creature, eyes narrowed in a suspicious squint; she risked a glance up to the sky, for the frail thing on the ground in front of her did not appear to be moving, and found that it had cleared abruptly from the sudden darkness that had sent her flying out to the gardens to begin with. Whatever had just torn the sky apart and split the fabric of reality open was gone now, leaving behind a stillness that seemed almost ominous, like the calm before a storm. (Inwardly, she thought that the desert was always so quiet. It simply felt strange in the wake of such violence.) Unsure of how to proceed, she let her gaze fall back to the small equine that had come tumbling through the tear, mismatched eyes scanning her with very little obvious concern. A dainty girl, and a child, though an older one, with cloven hooves, two sets of strange horns, and a tail like a lion. She was a lovely thing, but a breakable thing, and this desert, she thought grimly, was made for breaking – and, conversely, remolding.


She saw the girl begin to stir, and, with quiet, deeply-accented words that were likely nothing but cold comfort, offered, “Are you alright?” She tried to sound soothing, so as not to scare the dainty thing anymore than she imagined that she would already be frightened, but her expression remained cold, posture brittle and stiff as winter ice.


@Erthë - hardly my best, and for that I'm sorry x.x