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The stern mother of spring

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11-02-2012, 06:35 PM

WE WILL ALL LAUGH
at gilded butterflies


Champagne powder sifted down from the nebulose sieves of the sky, careening through still air like millions of stray, ashen stars. Morphu'um counted each as they landed softly on her nose, their crystalline structures thawing almost instantly from the warmth of her body. Frost clung to her breath like a curse, furling from parted lips like livid plumes of exhaust. Pale, cerulean eyes peered ahead, absorbing all there was to see of this foreign landscape. The cold was not intense this day – it adhered to the air like a wispy film, thin and insignificant, though present, nonetheless.

Perhaps she would have found Frostfall beautiful, had it not been for her aversion to cold. She longed to bask in the warmth of the sun; to frolic through fields of luscious emerald; to admire the vivid semblances of color upon the wings of passing butterflies; to dance along the saline mouth of the endless ocean, liquid lips gently kissing her heels. Winter, of course, held a unique sort of beauty. All things yield beauty, it simply requires a trained eye to trace it. The world scintillated beneath a blanket of frosty ivory as if threaded with diamonds, and things were still, and peaceful, and deceptively affable to the naked eye. It was pitiful such beauty must be spoiled by such hostile frigidity.

But at times like this, when the cold permeated the atmosphere with temperance, she found herself capable of actually observing and immersing herself within the world's true, wintry allure. She continued onward, crisp snow crackling beneath her hooves. Ice adhered to the weathered bones of the trees, but they evinced no contempt, retreated deep within themselves in the depths of their seasonal slumber.

Birds marked of cheery crimson occasionally ornamented their exposed limbs, and they observed her keenly as she passed beneath them – perhaps they found her to be strange, the vibrant pigment of her coat a stark contrast against the white which spanned for quite some distance, interrupted only by thick, towering trunks. Perhaps they were awestruck by her, befuddled as to what genetic error had crossed their paths. It was a horse marked of a butterfly - perhaps they recognized the pattern, the same one their avian eyes fleetingly beheld before ingesting at least once before. Perhaps they felt nothing of the sort. Maybe they just hadn't seen another traversing this parcel of land in a while; maybe she was over analyzing the behavior of birds...

Something reeled in her attention, and she emerged from the recesseses of her mind to analyze something else, something slightly more measurable. She stopped, her movements halted by a new scent. She snorted, gazing out ahead of her, attempting to locate the one in which the aroma had originated.





Messages In This Thread
The stern mother of spring - by Morphu'um - 11-02-2012, 06:35 PM
RE: The stern mother of spring - by Revenant - 11-03-2012, 10:24 AM
RE: The stern mother of spring - by Morphu'um - 11-09-2012, 07:49 PM
RE: The stern mother of spring - by Evers - 11-14-2012, 07:09 PM

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