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Cold winds and warm suns. - Liit - 04-28-2014 let the healers kiss our fingers The roar and rush of the ocean was comforting and sounded old to her ears. It crashed over the sound of anything else, and it soothed her. The ocean was something that always changed, and that did not bother her as much as she thought it would. When she had been told that the waters spilled out across a majority of the globe and was able to conquer continents, islands, and drown volcanoes, she had not been as afraid of the waters as she ought to have been. While the sea did not harbour the sort of water that was drinkable or even safe to traverse, it was blue and it was beautiful, alluring and tempting all at the same time. Though all Liit had to do was listen to the ocean sing. On sunny days, the gulls cried sharply overhead, their screams cutting through the sound of the surf, but never loud enough to be deafening or harmful. They were another part of the chorus of the sea, and Liit rather enjoyed being able to hear it. Where she had been born, there had been nothing but fields and forests had been sparse and far in between. Yet when she had first glimpsed the ocean, she had been taken by its unpredictability and it’s constantly changing ways. So when she heard the sounds of crashing waves, she was drawn to the edge of the land, forced to stand on the shore and watch as the water frothed at her ankles. For the first time in a while, she felt rather at east, standing at the edge of the known earth (how was she to know what lay on the other side of the ocean?) with nothing but the whole of Helovia behind her. Closing her eyes, she breathes in softly, tasting the salt in the air and listening to the cries of the gulls overhead that are soaring into the distance. As the water rushes up to meet her hooves, she inches forwards, letting her hooves sink into the wet sand as her eyes open slowly to watch the tide rise up to meet her. It had taken her almost a month to get clean and clear from her family. She had managed to disappear into the forests that surrounded the field in which she was born and raised, and on the other side of the forest, after she had been running for weeks straight, she had found the sea. That first time she had seen the water had offered her salvation and freedom, and into it she had slipped. With that memory, one that clearly belonged to her and was not a part of someone’s twisted stories and lies, she wades knee deep into the water and dips her head to bring her lips closer to the surface and breathes deep. RE: Cold winds and warm suns. - Abishia - 04-28-2014
RE: Cold winds and warm suns. - Liit - 04-28-2014 let the healers kiss our fingers It only made sense for Liit to find herself at the sea. When she had run away, it was the sea that was her salvation. The tides had tucked her safely away, folded her into their cool, watery depths, and deposited her onto a shore on some distant land. When she had felt the sun of that foreign place touch her pale skin, back when it was still untouched and pure white, she had opened her eyes to see blue skies and not a soul in sight. It was that moment that she started her loneliness. When she had breathed in that foreign, sea-salt air, she had realized that she was free. Thinking back, she could only remember with certainty what her mother’s face looked like. It was smooth and dark, and her eyes were not the sort of brown that Liit could see in her own reflection when she stumbled across still water, but they were dark and endless. She could have said soulless, but she liked to believe that her mother was a loving, caring being- despite all the lies, stories, and false memories she had fed to her daughter throughout the short years that they had known each other. Now, all Liit could think was that no face was real except for her mothers, and that every memory she had of her family and friends growing up were just figments of stories and remnants of tales that she had been told were true. Thankfully, as the young painted filly finds her, her hooves sloshing through the water, Liit can recognize her. The faces she had seen here, so far, were real and they were not made up for the sake of shaping the twisted horned mare’s life into something of their own making. Offering a soft smile in her direction, this time not shirking the approach of the mare and giving her a friendlier greeting than before, Liit is glad for her company, even if she was all but in love with the sea. “If I didn’t know any better, I would say that you were following me.” Her voice is still smooth, still calm and little more than a whisper over the crashes of the waves. Clearing her throat softly, she turns her body towards the girl with the glass horn and speaks again. “I haven’t quite made it there yet.” Perhaps it would be some time before Liit found her way to the Aurora Basin with Lena, but eventually the horned mare would find herself trailing behind the unicorn into her new home. Part of her was giddy about the concept, and another part of her dreaded being dragged into a herd that could, possibly, be another jail like her first home. “You seem to get around, Abishia. I think wandering suits you.” She speaks again, still with a gentle smile drawn across her grey lips. RE: Cold winds and warm suns. - Abishia - 04-29-2014
RE: Cold winds and warm suns. - Liit - 04-29-2014 let the healers kiss our fingers While loneliness had suited her, there had always been a small part of her that wanted to be a part of a family. When she had been young, she had never been given the sort of attention the other children of her herd received. She had been tucked away into the shadows, only ever confronted when her elders wanted a blessing or for her to point out an omen. The things she had told them were empty promises, little more than meaningless gestures and useless stories. Yet they had been happy, they had truly believed that she was some reborn soul and that she was born only to help and to serve them. That was the first reason she twisted away, stepping back as her smile fades and their light hearted conversation turns dark and almost painful. Liit feels silly, really, for having trusted strangers so quickly. The stories that Abishia tells sounds more like the tales she had been told to keep her from wandering too far from her original home, like there was something dark and evil beyond the distant hills, and the only way to find the light- to find salvation, was to stay there, with her. Pushing back her pale ears, the horned mare drops her eyes from the painted girl’s face after she has displayed the way her horn meets her forhead. It’s like she’s been lied to, told that she had found one of her kind, and suddenly she is not real. “So you’re not like me… How do I know what you say is true?” She asks quietly, staring down at the white ocean froth that spills up the coast, running around her hooves. The ocean always dragged her back, enticed her towards the edge of the earth because it was safe and offered promise. Still staring at the water, she lets her pale forelock fall in front of her eyes while she is looking down. “When I was a child, I was told stories, stories that I can assure you, were not true. I was told that I did things, I saved lives… but I’m fairly certain none of that happened.” Her soft voice cuts across the gentle hiss of the sea. Liit is not afraid to divulge the tales of her past, because to her, perhaps this wasn’t really happening. Perhaps this was another false memory that had been implanted in her brain since she was a child. Yet, she was fully aware that this was really happening, and that she had indeed been inducted into a herd, a family, perhaps even a home without really knowing how much she had bitten off that she would be unable to chew. “I’ve become a support of seeing is believing…” The speckled mare does not take her eyes away from the water, she’s too sorry, and she’s not entirely ready to look at the girl just yet. “I’m sorry.” RE: Cold winds and warm suns. - Abishia - 04-29-2014
RE: Cold winds and warm suns. - Liit - 04-30-2014 let the healers kiss our fingers She did not realize that her words had stung. Liit always spoke truthfully, for she had only ever been taught to lie to preserve herself, and she did not see this painted girl as a threat to her person or goodwill. Instead, she is confused, and slowly growing upset. It has never dawned on the dual horned mare that the painted filly is just a child, and as her companion starts to grow frustrated, Liit turns away more, ears still slicked back against her pale mane. The pale mare is simply confused now, turning her dark eyes from the frothy surf of the ocean to look at the other mare. While the girl’s words of concern are flattering and should have comforted the pale mare, she is confused as to the swift and sudden determination of the girl. They are little more than strangers still, with only their names to go by and little snippets of history that they had shared only moments ago. Liit knows nothing of the true demeanour and intentions of the chestnut and white girl, just as Abishia know near nothing of the temperament or the plague of the mottled mare. They were two strangers, standing at the edge of the ocean, one trying to prove herself to the other who wants to twist away and disappear into the sea once more. Watching in confusion as the girl bounds away to find a twig, Liit lifts her eyes only a little, watching as Abishia returns and begins to work at the sand, dragging one edge of the branch across its surface, creating a crudely drawn image that seemed to represent something. For all the effort that Abishia was showing, it meant little to the horned mare. “You misunderstand me.” Her soft voice reaches out to the other girl, her eyes stuck to her face, watching- always watching. “I have seen nothing of these alleged monsters that you say live in the basin. Lena was kind enough, and I have seen that she is not a beast.” She speaks with strength now, asserting what little power she was able to muster. There is nothing forceful or angry about her tone, instead she sounds forlorn and sad. Looking to the drawing, she continues. “I must see that these horses in the basin are cruel- your words are little more than wind, Abishia.” Liit still sounds apologetic, like she was to blame for this terrible encounter. It was because she wanted a home so badly that she refused to believe the words this girl was saying, and hoped so eagerly that the creatures in Aurora Basin were not the monsters she claimed them to be. RE: Cold winds and warm suns. - Abishia - 04-30-2014
RE: Cold winds and warm suns. - Liit - 04-30-2014 let the healers kiss our fingers Oh, how she wants to be friends. For too long Liit has wondered what it was like to experience the strange and foreign sensation of companionship, to be able to see a face in a crowd and instantly recognize them for a comrade. She had always assumed that with friendships came a sense of safety and protection, and that it only made sense that the more friends one had gathered around them, the more likely it was for them to live a secure, long life. Yet she isn’t sure, and assumes that it was her solitude that made it so difficult for her to communicate her exact feelings, and that perhaps she had been blunt with her words so as to emotionally harm the poor girl across from her. Liit only watches and stares as the painted girls face exhibits a whirlwind of emotions. First her eyes seem to flash with anger, and for a moment the pale mare tenses, plotting a quick escape rout in case the glass-horned girl has a sudden and violent change of demeanour. Then there is pain, a sort of hurt that stretches across her face and seems to settle in her muscles, and then Liit feels bad. Her hardened eyes soften and her ears lift slightly. “Please calm yourself Abishia, getting upset will help no one.” She ventures with a soft tone, still remembering the glint of fury that she had seen in the other mare’s eyes. Unsure of how to proceed, and confused at the concept of misunderstanding and being misunderstood, she inches forwards a little, stretching out her grey nose in hopes of comforting the girl with her serene presence. “I think you worry too much, and that distresses you.” Liit adds, still with her nose outstretched and her dark eyes stuck to the girls face, even as she presses on and stares stubbornly at the sea. The pale mare still assumed they could be acquaintances, if perhaps friendship was out of the question at this point. RE: Cold winds and warm suns. - Abishia - 04-30-2014
RE: Cold winds and warm suns. - Liit - 05-02-2014 let the healers kiss our fingers She thinks the poor girl is so young- too young to be in such a state of turmoil. It has taken Liit nearly half a decade to come to terms with her own agitation and fear. The pale mare had taken to the shadows and disappeared. Liit let the darkness swallow up her confusion and with that it also took most of the memories that had been fed to her since birth. The memories that were little more than stories and lies, and when she dared to think about them, her head grew light and her eyes unable to focus, and she wanted to flee, to disappear once more. As the conversation sours and the girl seems to grow bitter, the pale mare twists her head away, giving the sea a look of longing before looking back. The words Abishia speaks are poisoned and they sting, pushing the pale mare away and forcing her to take a step back. She speaks angrily, and her churlish words are enough to force the horned mare away. “I assure you, the teachings of my own mother were no better than the learnings of being an orphan.” She tries to speak a little louder, with a little more strength than before, like she too had reasons to be sad or hurt, but perhaps it is the years that she had spent in hiding and in solitude that had thickened her skin to such emotions and thoughts. Turning on the girl, she starts to leave, knowing that the filly is, perhaps, too disturbed or upset now to continue properly, and also because she still remembers the way rage had flashed in Abishia’s eyes. It was rage that frightened her, and made the horned mare want to leave. “I’m sorry for our misunderstanding… earlier. I will have to see these horses in the basin for myself before fleeing.” She adds with a backward glance, speaking over her shoulder before moving away from the beach and into the trees to find the cold place that Lena had originally intended to lead her to. I thought this would be a good place to end this thread, if thats alright :D |