T H A L E I A
SEAWATER LIKE SUGAR ON HER LIPS -
The sea was calling to her; the line where the sky and the ocean touched singing to her like a lullaby. She craved to answer the call of the sea — burned for it — but alas, she was a mermaid that was cursed ashore, for she was never given the gift of learning how to swim. Her only escape a sunken ship that lay at the bottom of a sea she did not know, the bones of her crew surely trapped in its burned and broken hull. She, the lady captain to her lord, who had been damned to breathe instead of dying beneath the waves with them.
She cursed every breath of oxygen that touched her lips, her lungs. The Blue princess nearly cursed her patron goddess, Calypso — but it was not the sea's burden to bear. Instead, Thaleia found herself traversing the stone stairway to the stars, having heard the whisperings of a temple at this new land's highest, reachable peak. This continent unknown to her, not found on an maps, had her realizing that somehow, someway, she had voyaged to far across the ocean blue. Her own Court now lost to her, as she discovered herself in a kingdom ruled by a lupine-esque queen.
Her hooves clicked softly against the rocky earth, the air deliciously thin and cool in her lungs as she traveled higher still. Stars glimmered against the expanse of inky sky and violet, shining pearls that welcomed the ocean daughter to their temple. Silver eyes took in every dancing shadow, every smooth-faced stone pillar that held the high ceiling of this sacred ground. She noted the offerings that glittered in the moonlight filtering in from the cave mouth; the coins of silver and gold, the locks of bound hair, and various other trinkets left as a gift to the gods that rule this foreign land.
With a tender heart, she stepped forward, looking closely at each pale statue, her mind whirling at the stories of each of the four gods that called this world their kingdom. One pile was topped full of coins and even a worn page from a book; the next piled high with golden coins and a vial of red sand; and another with silver trinkets and charms that depicted the moon and stars. But it was not these that had her faltering, but the third.. where pink salt and herbs were laid at the foot of the pillar. She quirked her crown to the side, curiosity and wonder overwhelming ever nerve, every vein, as her blood ran thick with so many emotions that suddenly, her heart began to race.
As she stared down at the offerings below her, the night breeze flirted with the salt-white of her mane. The stars above her shimmering in silent answers to the ocean-daughter atop the mountain peak. "Who are you? What is this place?" she wondered, her voice a whispered wind across a sea. Calypso save her, for she was lost; her grief drowning her in the cold autumn air. Her body a blue-grey shadow in the center of the citadel, the night her only witness to her pleas.
She cursed every breath of oxygen that touched her lips, her lungs. The Blue princess nearly cursed her patron goddess, Calypso — but it was not the sea's burden to bear. Instead, Thaleia found herself traversing the stone stairway to the stars, having heard the whisperings of a temple at this new land's highest, reachable peak. This continent unknown to her, not found on an maps, had her realizing that somehow, someway, she had voyaged to far across the ocean blue. Her own Court now lost to her, as she discovered herself in a kingdom ruled by a lupine-esque queen.
Her hooves clicked softly against the rocky earth, the air deliciously thin and cool in her lungs as she traveled higher still. Stars glimmered against the expanse of inky sky and violet, shining pearls that welcomed the ocean daughter to their temple. Silver eyes took in every dancing shadow, every smooth-faced stone pillar that held the high ceiling of this sacred ground. She noted the offerings that glittered in the moonlight filtering in from the cave mouth; the coins of silver and gold, the locks of bound hair, and various other trinkets left as a gift to the gods that rule this foreign land.
With a tender heart, she stepped forward, looking closely at each pale statue, her mind whirling at the stories of each of the four gods that called this world their kingdom. One pile was topped full of coins and even a worn page from a book; the next piled high with golden coins and a vial of red sand; and another with silver trinkets and charms that depicted the moon and stars. But it was not these that had her faltering, but the third.. where pink salt and herbs were laid at the foot of the pillar. She quirked her crown to the side, curiosity and wonder overwhelming ever nerve, every vein, as her blood ran thick with so many emotions that suddenly, her heart began to race.
As she stared down at the offerings below her, the night breeze flirted with the salt-white of her mane. The stars above her shimmering in silent answers to the ocean-daughter atop the mountain peak. "Who are you? What is this place?" she wondered, her voice a whispered wind across a sea. Calypso save her, for she was lost; her grief drowning her in the cold autumn air. Her body a blue-grey shadow in the center of the citadel, the night her only witness to her pleas.
for anyone <3
this thread was inspired by this song!
"Thaleia speech."
