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making our mark in the flow of time - Mermaid - 02-02-2014 LIKE A WAVE ON THE OCEAN
I have not been so afraid in many, many years. The thought of how quickly that fear overcame me, made me stupid and useless, is somewhat humiliating. I am no young and silly girl. I have seen much in my life, I should be in better control of myself and my reactions. Lucky that I was in the company of good friends when it happened or I might have been abandoned to the mercies of whatever it is that haunts the darkness above ground. Here I am now, buried alive once more though at least this time I know where to find the exit. I can stand upright and move around normally. In fact aside from the absence of the sun and the vast sky, and of course the ocean, things are more or less normal here. Still, the cool cave air makes my skin crawl, I do not like it… now and then I am taken by fits of shaking when I cannot suppress my most recent terrifying memories. At those times I am certain that the walls will close in around me that the earth will swallow me whole and spit me out in yet another alien world where I do not belong. But it can’t happen again can it? The Keeper has put me beyond her sphere of influence and I have not angered any gods or goddesses in this place… at least I hope not… As my thoughts ran wildly over my musings and worries my wayward hooves have carried me beyond the main cavern. A tunnel curves off to the left and I am half way down that path before I realize it. Drat! This is how I always get into trouble… wandering off into unknown corners without meaning to. There are no others around to dampen the echoes of my hooves on the rock floor with their own noises. That steady clicking reminds me of where I am and starts the shaking all over again. Taking a deep breath I force myself to move normally, to take smooth even steps and continue traveling forward all the while looking around for something to distract me from my terror. A warm light flickers up ahead and I focus on that advancing until I can see the bubbling pool beneath it then all of a sudden my fear is forgotten. The etchings on the walls around me are that magnificent, that captivating… my mind focuses on them and has no room left for the maddening fear. I turn in a slow circle taking it all in, one strange marking at a time… “Wow! Now there is a story, I only wish I knew the words…” I whisper this aloud without meaning to or registering that I have and continue to turn attempting to memorize it all. OOC: for Mermaid to meet @ELSA but others are welcome if they wish WE COULD DIE OF DEVOTION RE: making our mark in the flow of time - Elsa - 02-10-2014
RE: making our mark in the flow of time - Mermaid - 02-12-2014 LIKE A WAVE ON THE OCEAN
I have a good long memory so I focus on each etched image carefully “recording” it for future reference. Perhaps if I remain in these lands long enough these stories might come to mean something to me. Of course I’ve already begun repeating the actions that ended in my expulsion from the last magical, divinely guided realm that I lived in. It is so hard to suppress natural curiosity though, even after nine years of dealing with it. Sighing I turn away to find a winged female approaching me. She is even pale of coat than I am and there are blue accents visible here and there upon her frame. I do not at first realize that she has both noticed and addressed me; I am too busy staring rather rudely at her wings. Until now I’ve only ever heard stories of Pegasi . Stories that I certainly wanted to believe but never quite did. Now I recall some of her words and attempt a sensible response. “Lost? Oh, no I know exactly how to get… back…” Wait a minute, where did that tunnel entrance go? “Well, I thought I did…” Confused I begin my slow turning circles again and then I realize that I must have been moving forward at the same. Pointing myself in what should be the right direction I trot several strides away from the mare until I can see the tunnel again. “Yes, there it is!” That settled I return to the stranger. “These things always work themselves out eventually.” I offer a half grin at this, perfectly willing to laugh at my own ridiculousness. What can I say, I’m old! Well, not that old… not really. “Sorry, I missed the rest of what you said my dear. I am Mermaid by the way, rather new to these lands. Have you lived here long?” WE COULD DIE OF DEVOTION RE: making our mark in the flow of time - Elsa - 02-12-2014
RE: making our mark in the flow of time - Mermaid - 03-12-2014 LIKE A WAVE ON THE OCEAN
Her laughter tells me without a doubt just how bumble-headed I am coming across. This business of being underground has thoroughly muddled my senses. I’m not a stranger to caves but coastal caves and deep underground caves are apparently two completely different animals. Well, it could be worse at least she is standing around laughing instead of writing me off as an idiot and moving on. The way I see it, as long as a body is still listening to me I’ve a shot at changing any opinions that might have been formed. She doesn’t really seem the judging sort to me though so it might not even be necessary. The next words that reach my ears assure me beyond a doubt that I’ve got nothing to worry about. Noldie… yes, I like that and show it by joining her laughter in good spirit. “Well, you are a few steps further along than I am. I haven’t even gotten to the point of understanding everything that is going on let alone considering any help I might or might not be able to give.” Another glance at the wall brings back my feelings of awe and I begin to count the pictographs again while responding to her question. “Regretfully no, my guide brought me directly here. I am grateful of course, I’d have been monster meat without her help. There is no way I could have found this place in time on my own...” My words trail off as the mental counting takes over and a moment or two of unexplained silence passes before I realize that I should probably still be talking. “So Elsa, have you by chance as grand a way with pictures as you do with words?” Maybe she can help me make some sense of them... WE COULD DIE OF DEVOTION RE: making our mark in the flow of time - Elsa - 03-12-2014
RE: making our mark in the flow of time - Mermaid - 03-17-2014 MERMAID AND WE DANCED LIKE A WAVE ON THE OCEAN, ROMANCED WE WERE LIARS IN LOVE AND WE DANCED
With my eyes, still glued to the wall, I follow the patterns as she names them. A part of the story unfolds for me and I begin harboring a deep desire to unlock the rest of this mystery. I do feel a sense of foreboding though as she mentions three Gods and a Goddess. My luck with divine beings has not been the best. Were it the three Gods alone I might not worry too much, but with a Goddess in the mix...goodness knows. Hopefully none of these divine beings are related to the Goddess I tangled with most recently. Still, I had better at least try to keep my head down and avoid their notice. Such notice can be painful to say the least. A shiver runs down my spine at the memory, still fresh, and I turn away from the pictures which now present themselves as evidence of something I did not want to hear. "That is interesting information. As to mysteries never being solved... I think all mysteries are solvable, you just have to find the right path to follow." Maybe later, once I've forgotten how terrifying and dangerous Gods are, I will go looking for just such a path myself. Shifting my weight restlessly I turn my attention back to the pearl coated female who speaks so carelessly of history. "Originally the Silver Shores, a home to which I will never return. And most recently Avenion a land from which I was divinely expelled. I am not entirely sure but I think both places were on another planet entirely, perhaps even in another universe... I suppose that makes me an Alien?" I chuckle softly at the thought of being an Alien, really I've no idea what such a thing would even look like. Like me I guess... and since all the others I've met here have had wings or horns that might not be such a far fetched idea. "And you Elsa? Did you come from a place near here originally? Were you able to find a proper home above ground before retreating to these caves?" SWEPT AWAY FOR A MOMENT BY CHANCE @[Elsa] RE: making our mark in the flow of time - Elsa - 03-27-2014
RE: making our mark in the flow of time - Mermaid - 04-20-2014 MERMAID AND WE DANCED LIKE A WAVE ON THE OCEAN, ROMANCED WE WERE LIARS IN LOVE AND WE DANCED
Her laughter is less hearty this time. I seem to be damaging her goodnatured enthusiasm with my overbearing optimism. Noting this I decide to make the attempt at curbing that optimism, at least a little, in her presence. It is curious to me though, what shadows lurk behind this young woman’s sunny smile? Another mystery… I add it to my list. I gloss over my own historical troubles, diminishing the significance of “divine expulsion” with my comments about being an alien. This seems to restore her earlier gleeful mood quickly enough. Faneing a look of intent consideration I stretch my nose out to sniff her. “No, I do not think you smell quite green enough for me to want a taste. Apparently being alien has not altered my prefered diet any.” Again her smiles fade, this time in response to my questions about her origins. I do not seem to be reading this girl very well… I truly did not mean to upset her. Listening with sympathy to her wistful memories I realize that the wrongs she has suffered and the separations she has lived through, while no worse than my own really, are new and fresh in her mind yet. I want to tell her that things will get better, that the hurt will fade with time but I do not. While this would be true enough, in order to be completely truthful I would have to add that while it will fade it may not go away entirely. Somehow I doubt that truth will help her much. “Well, you are looking at one now. I had power once. Nothing terribly strong, but it was there and I have certainly felt the absence since coming to this place.” She offers no insight to the above ground world of Helovia, perhaps she did not see much more than I before being ushered to these caves. That is a pity, but I do not press her. It seems she no longer wishes to remain in my presence. Ah well, as she says it is getting late. “I ought to attempt the same I suppose. Pleased to have met you Elsa, I will watch for you under the sun.” A meeting in the future would be pleasant and now I have some idea what topics I should not mention to her. That said I too turn my back and proceed in the opposite direction. SWEPT AWAY FOR A MOMENT BY CHANCE @[Elsa] - just in case you want to read my belated ending. Thanks for the thread! |