An Honest Sky - Ru - 07-29-2016
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The sky was wide open, not a cloud in sight, adding to the sweltering conditions of Tallsun. Past noon the heat appeared to level, even then it was hard to tell from down below or high above. These were lazy days, sleepy and restless as the water disappeared quickly into the soil.
As the day neared its end, Ru finally took flight. Escaping the dense forests to the West, she found relief once the ocean air breached with a salty tinge. Nostrils flared to suck in the aroma of sands, and drying seaweed along the shores. A mixture of fresh air off the ocean and the rotting flesh of its wildlife. Not entirely off-putting when it mixed and churned on the light breeze. There was a sense of ultimate freedom here, beside a horizon that stretched out for eternity – and it was tempting, in a sense – to embrace the unknown and dive head first into its perils. It wasn’t as if Ru had anyone to come back to. Wasn’t as if she’d mattered to anyone – the thought was less of a sting, and was becoming more and more of a prompt to do whatever the hell she wanted.
With a yell she angled herself down to the surface of the waters. Bright pale wings, fleshed out in slate grays and sooty browns along their outer covering, snapped to her sides. Limbs pulled in close as she was pulled further, faster to the water – gravity, producing all sorts of butterflies and nearly awefull motions inside. Not enough to deter her from the sharp nosedive down, like a comet plowing further into the atmosphere, about to burst from the friction.
Just a little longer… The girl nearly avoided smacking into the ocean, as she punched out her wings – spreading with full sails. Buffering the steep descent and loosing her breath. She struggled to adapt to its sudden motions as a hoof or two trailed into the water.
Gasping she beat her wings to fight past the momentary punch in her gut. Head swung, dizzy, unsteady as she gained altitude. Stars hovered above - about to explode - before she managed a few mouthfuls of air. The sound of her heart pounded behind her vision, and the dark, shiny lights hovered just out of view.
Gaining a few more seconds, the pegasi lulled along the horizon. She swayed back and forth, recovering, dancing across the tabletop – grazing the water with the tips of her feathers. Until she fumbled near the shore, and landed with a few splashes at its edges. She huffed and puffed, eyes blazing across the changing pink skies, the setting sun, how it ran like blood and spilled into the ocean.
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@Charks -- heya! got this up. Feel free to plop in whoever you want. XP
RE: An Honest Sky - Virga - 09-19-2016
 this town is only gonna get worse
You mistake her for something else, at first.
When you realize it's a winged horse (like you) up in the sky, you forget what you thought she was before (god? angel? dream-figment?). She is only fast — she is only powerful. She's a silhouette against the smear of color in the sky, black where the sun melts into the sea, where day bleeds slowly into night. And she's fast; and you've never seen anyone aloft before, but the sight of her ignites something in your chest and suddenly your heart hums, faster, faster and atop the dunes you freeze, your body held prisoner by the depth of wonder hurtling through it.
For some interminable amount of time, you forget your body. You forget everything save the sound of air around her wings. The ache in your chest rises to crescendo; your own wings unfurl by half and your tail rises in silent exclamation over your back. And she's falling! She's falling! But she's not! You watch her hurtle recklessly from sea to sand, and you want to be that, to feel that, to have the wind at your mercy and the ground crying to have you back. You move before you know you're moving, before you remember even that you have your own hooves, and sand kicks up behind you as you pound down the beach toward her. Half grown and fuzzy again with your winter coat coming in, you're a strange sight in the stark shadow and brilliance of twilight: a bit of night sky, animate. A thing shaped like a child but much too intense around the eyes.
Snorting, you pull up before you run the stranger over, and your wings furl and fan as you approach more carefully, your eyes drinking her in, exulting at this miracle of someone else like you, like you and Vesper and your father, even though no sword crowns the stranger's head and not a trace of night graces her skin. She's close enough. You circle around toward her head and stare, your neck outstretched, tail twitching. You want to ask her every question in the world and yet nothing comes out, nothing, nothing. You stare.
Something seems wrong with her, up close. You're not sure what; the wrongness prickles slowly, stubbornly at your churning brain. And you speak too late, your tail twitching, your voice low and intense, just as fervent as the rest of you. "You fly." You want her attention more than anything, though warned now by that alarm-thing in your brain, you step back, failing to realize the alarm is because she looks distressed, in the first place, and not because she might be dangerous. Your head tilts; your body keeps moving, moving, and you're alive with wanting, the strange desire to reach out for her and pull for yourself whatever she knows.
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@Ru, @Tandavi
Charks told me to post here :P Idk why this is so weird though
RE: An Honest Sky - Zèklè - 10-15-2016
Zèklè
You found something.
Which is excellent, because right now you really need a distraction. The world has been one set of catastrophes after another; you're deeply perplexed as to how so much turmoil can exist on such a small planet, and we're at a loss for how so much managed to make it into such a poor, simple boy's life. Over the past few seasons you have endured more than your share of difficulties and stressful situations; now, more than ever, you deserve one day to simply be a child and chill.
Or not, because who are we kidding - you have no chill. You are the least chill of all children, and that's alright, because today your lack of chill has led you to an important discovery. A discovery you are bursting to share with anyone and everyone, even if you don't know them, even if they're a small black colt and a filly who's falling from the sky. Because that's who you discover as you streak down the beach, your dark mane matted and your sunbeam eyes wide, a wild thing on an evening wind - son of lightning, meeting son of night.
The girl hits the water and your hooves hit the sand; you follow her with eager eyes, your breath sucking into your chest as she concludes her dizzying descent. How awesome!, you think, though not without some envy at the thought of your barren side. Once upon a time you dreamed that your wing wasn't missing, it was simply late - when did you abandon that hope, little lightning? Did it die when your mother left, or before that, far earlier, a slow and steady death loss you never noticed until it was complete, the same way you failed to realize you were growing up until Adulthood arrived to stare you in the face? As individuals age, does wonder wane, a negative correlation between youth and belief?
Was your childhood stolen, or did it simply... fade?
Still. Tonight you are a child, despite your age, despite the scars that criss-cross your body and the weariness of experience that bags beneath your eyes. You approach the pair on dancing hooves, wing pulled close and barren side gleaming, a lopsided grin pulled tight across your face. "That was an awesome dive!" you declare as you approach, your praise of the girl heartfelt and earnest.
The small boy is coiled and reverent as a shadow; there is a familiarity to him you cannot place, something not quite obvious enough to light up your mind, only to kick up cobwebs and dust. You do not know that you're looking down on Mesec's child - how could you? You don't even know that Mesec has a child. But the sensation of mild recognition puts you both at ease and on edge- a curious combination to be sure, and one that is easily overwhelmed by your simmering excitement at the thing you found.
The other, the girl, is earth in the sea. You turn your attention to her next, your mouth already open, you body barely still. Her neck is lined with feathers instead of hair, something you've never seen before. How neat! You wonder how it happened, if her parents were the same, if you it would feel like a mane, were you to touch it. You wonder everything. "I was watchin' from over there," you continue, your affect the same one you might use in conversation with a childhood friend, "Where I found something really cool, which I thought maybe- hey, are you okay?" You are suddenly aware of the girl's labored breathing, and the way the water beats at her unsteady legs. The surf licks at you as you step toward her, concern marring the sunlight on your face, ready to reach out and catch her, should she fall. You glance back at the boy, before once more facing the mare. "Maybe you oughta come out of the water, then we can talk."
You're such a grown-up gentleman. Gross.
Stars come back, I'm finally free
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SUBTLE CHARACTER CHANGE SHH. You guys wanna go find a whale skeleton?
side note, Zero does NOT have his wing, I just love this table too much
RE: An Honest Sky - Ru - 11-07-2016
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Everything is light and fuzzy. Her emotions evaporate with the temporary loss of memory. She’s floating with the sun, far, far away from here. Those eyes are half closed, high, almost, with the lack of oxygen shutting down the least desirable things to note. But she’s breathing, and somehow her legs are keeping her still. The wind gives a gentle nudge, but the girl doesn’t even feel it roll across her back or wings. As a result, those wings sag further from her body, primaries drooping to the salty ocean floor.
Where there is nothing there is temporary relief. Like a new slate, the death of her mother to the unknown eases her sorrow and it’s absolutely wonderful here. Hugged with golden warmth, and the sun’s wonderful –
“You fly.” It’s a noise that interjects with a cruel, pinpricking sensation. It breaks her bubble, tells her that something is wrong if she doesn’t know where its coming from.
Oh – there we are; she sucks in more air and shifts restlessly back from the small figure. Ru’s eyes open further. She gasps underneath her breath as it all comes crashing down. The gravity of every little fear that cracks underneath her gaze, collecting its weight at an incredible speed; a product of those returning memories, as they collide all at once into consciousness. There is no high, no momentary reprieve when she settles her eyes on the startled boy.
She simply stares back, uncertain of what just happened.
More words assault her ears, an unfamiliar voice that breaches the mare’s steady gaze on the little one. Bright eyes snap to the stallion beside them, uncertainty tightening her muscles – expecting something nefarious to occur, for the lack of time she’d just lost. The idea that anything could happen, and she had no idea how or why.
Ru almost darts in the opposite direction, to run, to avoid danger or embarrassment – whichever it was, she wasn’t going to be there.
“Maybe you oughta come out of the water, then we can talk.” But she manages to steady herself instead, with a small, flinching motion as he approaches. He doesn’t look much older than her, his voice holds on odd tune – one nearly familiar, long forgotten.
Ru gives a complacent nod, as she directs her body out of the waters. Not far from the lapping waves she stops to close her eyes, and shake her head. The stars are gone, but her head feels funny. Her nostrils flare as she thinks about her breath - steady, she hums in her head. Despite her company she ignores them for the sake of fighting against her body. Resisting the fiery urge to expand her lungs quickly, and shallow. Seconds pass, a minute? Before her breath relaxes against the brief struggle.
She shifts in the sands, awkward and slightly displaced, to gather their faces again. She lets out a soft coo to them by habit, as was her sign to them that was fine. Forcing a practiced smile against her sooty lips.
From here she can see them clearly. The boy-child is black as midnight, with wide and nearly gentle eyes. They are endless, and although pointed and sharp by their intensity – there is a comfort in that endless sight. Something that Ru doesn’t quite acknowledge, or doesn’t really understand – before she sweeps her gaze to the bay stallion. She finally realizes he is without a wing, but her gaze doesn’t linger there for very long; she understands the feeling of being appraised by strangers. Realizations and opinions of someone who could never appreciate the challenge.
Ru tilts her head curiously, wondering what could have possibly made them congregate all at once. And gave a bright and airy chirp in greetings.
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@Charks
Hey guys! I'm so sorry I took this long. Life happened. :/ Tagging you both just so this doesn't fall off your radars! And I think Ru would LOVE to find a whale skeleton... :F
P.S: so, sooo sorry this is so long. Ru muse picked up a third into the post... ><
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