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win the hearts of everyone who feels alone - Själ - 01-14-2016 Själ
The girl paused to gaze fondly up the path to the plateau of the Heavenly Fields. Ansgar perched easily on her rump, looking about with piercing golden eyes. The griffin did not remember having been here before, and she sifted patiently through the memories rolling through her bonded's mind for answers. The images came quickly, as did the surprisingly pleasant emotions associated with them: a sunny day, a brilliant smile, a piercing blue - and suddenly the griffin did remember, if only vaguely. This was the place that the princess had made her two dearest friends: Zèklè, her Zèklè, her self-proclaimed 'badass' of a friend; and Ansgar, her companion, inseparable and familiar.
But it was not the griffin that the girl thought of just now with longing; she did not recognize the emotion, did not understand what it was to miss someone, particularly someone with whom she had spent so little time. But there had been a connection, hadn't there? Or had she merely imagined it, desperate as she had been for companionship? Ansgar curled into a ball atop the unicorn's hindquarters, jealousy tainting the faint, warm joy of her bonded. It was unfair, she knew, to be so envious of some colt from a faraway land when she had spent every waking moment of her short life with the princess; but it was suddenly a battle, a competition for the girl's adoration. Ansgar was many things, but willing to share was not one of them - and it didn't matter before, for she had never been asked to give her time with the girl up for anyone else. But now, even without the boy's presence, she was being shoved aside, ignored, and for what? The griffin soothed herself by noting that it was she, and not the boy-child, who had been by the unicorn's side for months; not to mention, he was nowhere to be found. The girl would snap out of her reverie in a few moments and go on her merry way, and then things would be right back to normal. She had nothing to worry about. Of course, it was true that the griffin ought not worry, for Ansgar held the closest place to the filly's heart; but it was difficult, nonetheless, to go so long without seeing even a vague hint of one's own kind, and harder still to return to Helovia without the slightest idea of where to look for the one creature who might welcome her. Själ sent calming thoughts to the griffin, teasing her gently for her jealousy, and soon the negativity waned and the winged beast's happier nature won out; she stretched and leaped to the ground, where she began to bat playfully at Själ's tail, winning herself a smile. But still, the girl wondered: where was her badass? "Speak." --Ansgar.-- @Zèklè - oh dear, that was a bit all over the place. My apologies! But I'm so excited for this thread!! :D RE: win the hearts of everyone who feels alone - Zèklè - 01-24-2016 @Själ So this is really long and I'm sorry xD He just got so talkative! RE: win the hearts of everyone who feels alone - Själ - 01-25-2016 Själ
The wind was crisp against her hide, winding her forelock around her longest horn as it blew by. She shook her head, freeing the trapped locks, enjoying the warmth of the Orangemoon sun upon her back despite the chill of the breeze. Her coat had begun to thicken, preparing in its own way for the winter to come; her father's lineage, she imagined, brought this heavier pelt to bear, for her mother had been sleek, even in Frostfall. Again she wondered about her father - who he was, and, more importantly where he was. Where was her half-sister, who had so effortlessly destroyed any hope the filly might have had of familial companionship? Of course, Själ was not the same as she had been then; in the time since her original entry into Helovia, she had grown. Perhaps she didn't know who she came from, but she was beginning to learn who she was. She wondered if she and Sno would still clash as desperately as they had back then.
Probably, she thought to herself. Sno had been bitter, back then; angry, semi-depressed, and not in the least bit happy to learn of her sibling's existence. Why would she be any less so now? --You change,-- Ansgar reminded her. Of course, the griffin was right. If the princess had changed and grown, who was to say that her half-sister had not done so as well? The girl sighed, blowing a tuft of warm air into the soft fur of her companion's belly, then wiggling her muzzle gently to muss the feathers along Ansgar's chest. The creature squawked and rolled quickly to her stomach, crouching against the ground indignantly, her tail lashing. The unicorn giggled, more than amused by the creature's reaction. Ansgar wasn't truly angry, but it was quite fun to tease one another. The griffin sat up and began to preen, pleased to have coaxed such playfulness from her bonded. "Hey, Princess!" The voice jolted the filly, who spun quickly to take in the sight of her badass bounding toward her. He had grown since she had last seen him, becoming less a gangly colt and more... A soft oh fell from her lips, a slight sigh of surprise and pleasure and something else; and then, half a heartbeat later, glee appeared in the place of her confusion, and she leaped forward to meet him, laughing in a way that bespoke her excitement. She reached to bump her muzzle against him, hoping to feel him and smell him and just make sure that he was really here - and he was, and she grinned, her eyes lighting up, more free with her emotions now than she had ever been before, even more so because he almost pulled it out of her, effortlessly bringing her hidden feelings to the surface - "I'm so happy to see you!" she squealed, answering his question without having to, because it was so obvious that she had missed him. She hadn't had the word for it until now, but now she understood, and she knew what it meant to miss someone, what it was to have a friend. He was her best friend (except maybe Ansgar), and she adored him and he made her happy. "I hoped I've find my Badass here." My Badass. "Speak." --Ansgar.-- OOC ;; Oh, darling, don't apologize for a long post, lol! I love it! @Zèklè RE: win the hearts of everyone who feels alone - Zèklè - 02-01-2016 @Själ RE: win the hearts of everyone who feels alone - Själ - 02-03-2016 Själ
In many ways, the princess was quite the opposite of the blue-tinged badass that she was beginning to recognize as her best friend. Where he was outgoing, she was withdrawn; where he was bold, she was reserved. And where he viewed the world quite simply, in many ways, Själ had never been afforded that luxury. Nearly since birth, she had been faced with situations and emotions that she had been ill-equipped to face, and it had taken her the past year to begin to recover. When she had first met Zèklè, she had been haughty and proud, every bit the princess that her mother had told her she was; but now she stood before the colt without that wall, without the guarded mask carefully placed between her and whomever she was socializing with. Now she was just her, and she was just... happy. It had taken her a while to recognize that for what it was.
She was two years old now, a filly slowly blossoming into a mare. There were still signs of her youth, to be sure, in both the way she looked and in the way she acted, but she was growing up. Her scars ran deep, but the power of youth is that time invites those scars to fade. Already she struggled to recall the exact lines of her mother's face, the precise way that her half-sister had spoken to her when she had first arrived in this land. She hadn't the confidence that she would have as a full-grown mare who knew exactly who she was and what she wanted, but she was old enough now to recognize that she didn't know, and that was (mostly) okay. No matter how much she wanted to have a plan for what came next, there would always be surprises. Her upbringing had taught her that, at least. Just now, she had no particular plan for how she would treat her badass, no word for the giddiness that bubbled within her at the sight of him. Even Ansgar found herself pleased to be in the colt's company again, remembering him from long ago and liking him for the way he was making the princess feel. When Själ's nose bumped against his, she was surprised by how soft his muzzle was. She almost wanted to reach out again just to see if she had imagined it, but she supposed that would be odd. Or rude. Or something. And, above all, she didn't want him to think she was some weirdo or anything like that. That would be tragic and horrible and it might actually be the end of the world. Words tumbled from the boy's mouth and she found herself smiling in spite of herself, in spite of the fact that he barely paused for a breath or for an answer or for anything, and maybe that was a bit strange, but it was also so very him that she could not find it off-putting. "Slow down!" she laughed - no, giggled. "I want to hear all about it," she added, so earnest that he could not possibly mistake her tone for placating, or condescending, or anything remotely negative. He reached toward her - or was she imagining that? And why did she have the urge to reach back, and to touch noses again, and should she do that? What was she supposed to do? Somewhere in the swirling chaos of her mind, she realized that she had no idea what to make of her complete and utter disarray. Why was her mind so scattered, why was she so unsure, why was she so afraid to make the wrong move and scare him away or make him leave or make him not like her anymore? And why was that such a horrifying prospect? What was it about him that made her want to hold on tight and never let go? The depth of her desire for his companionship and approval was terrifying. "How about this - you and I can be the King and Queen of the mountain, and Ansgar can be our valiant knight?" she asked, her eyes shining with excitement. "And then you can tell me all about your two sisters and their companions and maybe you'll even get around to telling me about you!" With a grin she began to trot, flicking her tail playfully at him as she started up the path. "Speak." --Ansgar.-- OOC ;; @ Zèklè RE: win the hearts of everyone who feels alone - Zèklè - 02-08-2016 @Själ RE: win the hearts of everyone who feels alone - Själ - 02-08-2016 Själ
The princess was off and away before she could note the colt's unusual silence, her ears pricked forward and her pace energetic. Her tail flicked against her hocks as she trotted, soon falling to a walk as the path narrowed. By then, she had become all-to-aware of the proximity of her badass. He was close to her, and she was suddenly shy, worried that she might say or do something silly and horrid. Oh, gods above, what if she tripped? What if she tripped and pushed him? What if she tripped and pushed him off the mountain.
Shut. Up, she told herself firmly, grateful that he could not see the heat mantling her cheeks at her rambling, incoherent thoughts. His words, at least, were calming. She noted, suddenly, that she really liked his voice. It was... well, it was friendship, and happiness, and warmth. A lot of warmth - The meaning of his comment, however, sank in and gave her pause. He didn't want to be king - and why should he? The girl's mother was an Empress, and look where that got her. She had gone mad, and then she had died, leaving her daughter alone in the world. Of late, Själ had begun to feel less and less like the princess her mother had claimed she was - perhaps she didn't want to be a queen any more than her badass wanted to be a king. "You're right," she agreed. "My mother was a queen once." Dare she say it? Dare she defy her mother's wishes, Psyche's dreams for her daughter? "But... I don't think she was a very good queen." It came out softly, a whisper in the wind. She looked down, frowning, her eyes troubled and vaguely glassy (no, they weren't teary) as she concentrated on putting one hoof in front of the other. I don't think she loved me either. But that, she could not bring herself to say. It didn't matter, in any case - not when she had friends like Zèklè to love... her... To love her. The girl knew that she liked her badass. She knew that she wanted to be around him, and that when she wasn't, she missed him (and that was quite the new feeling for her - she had never missed anyone before). She knew that he made her feel good, like a better, happier, kinder version of herself. She knew that he understood her, even when she didn't say anything at all. Was this was love was supposed to feel like? "I don't think I want to be a princess any more than you want to be a king," she said quickly, to hide the fluttering in her stomach and the stuttering of her mind. Immediately, she regretted it - it was too much a denial, too much a no, and that wasn't what she meant at all. "I mean, like you said, I would rather spend time with you than be busy all the time." Did that even make sense? "I mean, with people." People I love. You. Love. What? But her "I - well - sort of?" she stammered in response to his query about her family. "I met my half-sister when I first came to Helovia, but I don't know where she is now. I think she hated me, anyway," she admitted, her mouth twisting sadly. "I don't really know why. She told me to leave, and I haven't seen her since. My mother died, and I don't know who my father is. For all I know, I could have brothers and sisters somewhere." She shrugged, refusing to admit, even to herself, how much it stung that she was so alone. "But thats okay. How old are your sisters? What are they like? What about your mother, what's she like?" What's it like to have a family? "Where do you live? I don't live anywhere yet. Do you think you'll ever get a companion?" Was she asking too many questions? It felt like too many questions. She peered at him curiously all the same, a shy smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Speak." --Ansgar.-- OOC ;; @Zèklè RE: win the hearts of everyone who feels alone - Zèklè - 02-13-2016 @Själ RE: win the hearts of everyone who feels alone - Själ - 02-15-2016 Själ
She remembered the day that she found Ansgar's egg. It was crystal clear, as though it had only happened yesterday, though many of her other, less pleasant memories had long since faded away. She remembered stumbling into a clearing, an orb perched precariously on the edge of the ice, tilting this way and that - she remembered the bumbling idiots who were going to knock it into the water and she remembered screaming at them to stop --
And then Ansgar had chosen her. It hadn't been the girl's choice at all. "I guess that what your Ma says kind of makes sense," she replied thoughtfully. "I mean, I guess if someone was using their companion to, I dunno... fight, or something like that, or if they stole the egg away from its family, or..." She trailed off, sickened by the thought of anyone doing something like that to an innocent egg, a life that had yet to even be born. "But it's not always like that!" she exclaimed then, brightening considerably. "Ansgar chose me, not the other way around!" The griffin bounded ahead of the pair, twirling to wait for them at the top of a particularly steep rise, purring as though to say, yes, that's right, I did choose her. And then she was off again, scouting ahead as she was wont to do. The girl rather thought that her badass's ma sounded quite wise, unlike her own deluded mother. But it was Snö who earned the boy's wrath. The girl giggled as he denounced the older filly. "I'm glad you think so," she said, swinging her hips to bump her rump against his. "I don't know why she wanted me to leave so badly. I'm glad I came back, though!" She was oblivious to his staring, distracted by his rage (which, by the way, she thought was adorable - and not in the oh-you're-such-a-cute-baby-let-me-pinch-your-cheeks way, either) and perfectly happy to accept his offered compliment. As Zèklè began to describe his mother, though, the girl's smile began to falter. It wasn't that she was unhappy - truly, it wasn't - but as he spoke of his Ma and how wonderful she was, the princess could not help but want that, too. She swallowed hard, jealous in that way that makes you happy for them but sad for you, attempting to keep her emotions in check because it wasn't his fault that her mother had gone off somewhere and died. It wasn't his fault that she had grown more psychotic with each passing day. It wasn't his fault that she couldn't tell if Mother had loved her or her legacy more. His shout startled the girl, who raised a brow and tilted her head, confused and amused in equal measure. But what he said truly surprised her, and she gaped at him, speechless, happiness and gratefulness and nervousness and bemusement bubbling up and up and up inside her until she couldn't hold it in - "W-wait, do you mean it?!" she practically shrieked, realizing too late that her excitement made her look way too desperate. She didn't want to be some needy baby, after all. She could meet his Ma, and his sisters, too - she wondered if they would like her, if maybe... maybe... maybe they could be her family, too? But no, wait - if that happened, then that would make Zero her brother, practically, and that was just weird, and... and weird, and... And he wasn't a brother, ew, no, he was... he was... Well, it didn't really matter, did it? "Of course, I'd love to live in the Throat!" she squealed finally, practically prancing in place with excitement. A thought stopped her, though. "Do you... do you really think I could? What if they don't like me?" she whispered, doubt shining in her eyes as she shifted her weight back and forth, wringing her tail anxiously, looking to him to soothe her cracked soul. "Speak." --Ansgar.-- OOC ;; @Zèklè |