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11-28-2015, 01:22 AM
(This post was last modified: 11-29-2015, 02:41 PM by Nymeria.
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Night was falling when Nymeria arrived at the borders.
She was tempted to call out despite common sense, to seek admission rather than retreating for the night. The shadows that were cast by the dying sun were long and dark, stretching out towards her toes; but she still stared towards the falls and the pools and the greenery, longing to step over the invisible boundary. It was tantalizing to be so near to her idealistic perceptions, and while she knew logically that she could not enter, it felt to Nym as if the Falls personally mocked herambition.
When the sun finally sank and the moon took His place, she turned and vanished into the agonizing familiarity of solitude.
Alone, Lilómiel mused; ... but not for long, Nymeria answered.
Tomorrow?
Tomorrow.
Still, she would not waste this night in idleness. Finding shelter beneath a great oak a fair stretch from the Falls, Nymeria closed her eyes and lapsed into silence as Lilómiel took wing. Against the brilliant canopy of stars he was but a dark smear, a fleeting shadow easily mistakable as a bat or owl; and this silhouette they took advantage of. It was through his eyes that Nym first glimpsed the interior of the Falls' borders—through his eyes, as he dipped and soared, the endless and myriad pools and waterfalls. Wind rustled their wings, chanting a lovely and lost hymn in their ears, as they skirted and explored and danced, like children, like fools, but united in their cause and purpose.
And what a change that makes.
They spent the night frolicking.
When morning came and the sun crested the dewy horizon Nymeria opened her eyes. The first breath she took through her own lungs was surprisingly cool, heavy and saturated with the waterfalls' moisture. Tentatively she reached for the well of magic lodged within her breast, stoking ember to flame to wildfire; the inferno blazed and licked through her bones, her veins, a corrosive and intoxicating rush of power. She doubted that she would need to use magic, but it was a comfort as she strode towards the Falls once again, prepared to make her first foray into herd life.
Her hooves slowed autonomically to a halt as she arrived at the border, full of tangled uncertainties and excitement and anxiety.
Lilómiel circled high above, a planet orbiting the sun.
She was tempted to call out despite common sense, to seek admission rather than retreating for the night. The shadows that were cast by the dying sun were long and dark, stretching out towards her toes; but she still stared towards the falls and the pools and the greenery, longing to step over the invisible boundary. It was tantalizing to be so near to her idealistic perceptions, and while she knew logically that she could not enter, it felt to Nym as if the Falls personally mocked her
When the sun finally sank and the moon took His place, she turned and vanished into the agonizing familiarity of solitude.
Alone, Lilómiel mused; ... but not for long, Nymeria answered.
Tomorrow?
Tomorrow.
Still, she would not waste this night in idleness. Finding shelter beneath a great oak a fair stretch from the Falls, Nymeria closed her eyes and lapsed into silence as Lilómiel took wing. Against the brilliant canopy of stars he was but a dark smear, a fleeting shadow easily mistakable as a bat or owl; and this silhouette they took advantage of. It was through his eyes that Nym first glimpsed the interior of the Falls' borders—through his eyes, as he dipped and soared, the endless and myriad pools and waterfalls. Wind rustled their wings, chanting a lovely and lost hymn in their ears, as they skirted and explored and danced, like children, like fools, but united in their cause and purpose.
And what a change that makes.
They spent the night frolicking.
When morning came and the sun crested the dewy horizon Nymeria opened her eyes. The first breath she took through her own lungs was surprisingly cool, heavy and saturated with the waterfalls' moisture. Tentatively she reached for the well of magic lodged within her breast, stoking ember to flame to wildfire; the inferno blazed and licked through her bones, her veins, a corrosive and intoxicating rush of power. She doubted that she would need to use magic, but it was a comfort as she strode towards the Falls once again, prepared to make her first foray into herd life.
Her hooves slowed autonomically to a halt as she arrived at the border, full of tangled uncertainties and excitement and anxiety.
Lilómiel circled high above, a planet orbiting the sun.
OOC: Open for anyone, and Nymeria is joining! Aud if you don't want to post that's okay, no pressure at all! Just thought to tag as we had discussed a Nym x Iso thread before :)
@ Isopia
Yes I lied, don't think about you all the time
All my switchblade words ain't aim to cut your sweet delusions
