Head hangs low, crown sullen and cold. She's sick of being trapped in the underground, tired of holing up with others. They were caged in together, barely room to breath, no where to stretch their legs or their wings. She's thankful she hadn't been taken by the disease she's heard many mention, yet she longs for the world above, the freedom to roam freely without walls holding her back. Her vessel agrees with her, because he often times runs about while she casually strides, running into other horses or into other obstacles. There was no way to keep track of time, only the internal clocks telling when to sleep and when to arise. She disliked being cramped in the caves for this long, only having hoped to stay in them for a few weeks.
Deep ebony pillars move swiftly, long dark mane gently flickering in the breeze she stirs, tail dropped to the ground. Hooves click against hard stone, sounds echoing off the rough walls. Smaller steps accompany, an ashen little child following behind her. The hoofsteps slowly fade as the terrain changes, from solid to a moist, squishy moss beneath their hooves. It relieves her aches to trod upon softer ground after so many hours of dragging around on solid floors. She was alone, yet she was constantly followed by her companion. She longed for equine company, the company of her Knight. She wanted to feel his warm grullo skin against her chocolate bodice, she longed to hear his slightly accented words, to smell his sweet, unique scent. Her heart longs for him, just as her mind and body do, aching with every night she spends without him.
A gentle huff falls from her lips as she settles beneath a shimmering tree, lights dancing along her back as she lays her head to rest, her dark companion curling up beside her. In slumber she's bathed in brilliance, the night sky that dances through her mind shimmers into existence, stars and planets rising from her snow speckled rump. She is unaware of the happenings, simply dreaming of the day her Knight will return to save her from the mighty dragon, Solitude. He would slay the beast with his wits, his charms and the sword he wields upon his skull. If one was to watch the girl as she dreams, they would see the brilliant lights surround her, a sudden galaxy in herself. Miniature meteors and dazzling stars dance about her bodice, wrapping around her. In her hair stars collect, some winding their way up her crown. She's finally awoken, gasping as she sees the little moving stars, raising her head and watching them scatter. As she shifts her weight to stand, the stars and planets dance around her in a ritualistic manner, her emerald orbs reflecting the marvelous lights.
She's in her own little world as she dances about, mesmerized by the little planets that orbit her body. The sky has fallen into her hands, and she feels honored to hold it. She's twirling about, hair waving in the wind as she spins, her tail wrapping around her leg when she finally stands still to admire the beauty of the stars. She holds them close, watching as they sparkle. Her vessel is in awe, little silver moons twinkling as he leaps up to catch one of them with his mouth. The stars move away, afraid of this new beast that nips at them.
"Speech."
[discovering her passive magics <33]
|
.svg/2000px-Google_Chrome_icon_(2011).svg.png){kind=icon}
⇒
[O] she's brighter than a thousand stars.
