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12-24-2015, 04:19 PM
it was said that the blood of the stars
flowed in her veins
The meadow was chilly, though not abnormally so. With the changing of the seasons, I had grown used to Orangemoon air. My pale coat had grown out a bit, preparing for the next seasonal alteration to come. Unlike my mother, I was in no hurry for snow to grace our lands.
As a matter of fact, in those days I was rarely in a hurry. I had duties to the Edge, of course, but I found myself attending to them loosely. Apparently some sort of coup had happened, leaving the herd in a strange transitioning state. I mostly just watched them, watched my mother, watched the skies. On this day I watched the meadow. And I watched the turtle.
I watched the way his bells jingled and scattered snowflakes, though he added no extra frost to the air. I watched his island, I watched him sit there. I didn't know how he arrived, or when, but I knew he seemed interesting.
I approached the large turtle slowly, meandering hesitantly across his bridge. My smokey exhale was shaky, nervous. The land was different from what I knew it to be, and I wasn't one to accustom well to these sort of changes - changes to the permanent.
"Hello?" I murmured softly to the humming turtle, stopping a few lengths from him. My features were tentative, my wings relaxed at my side. Though if the turtle were to pull anything alarming on me, flight would be easy for me to take to. Already there were others gathering, and I was curious.
As a matter of fact, in those days I was rarely in a hurry. I had duties to the Edge, of course, but I found myself attending to them loosely. Apparently some sort of coup had happened, leaving the herd in a strange transitioning state. I mostly just watched them, watched my mother, watched the skies. On this day I watched the meadow. And I watched the turtle.
I watched the way his bells jingled and scattered snowflakes, though he added no extra frost to the air. I watched his island, I watched him sit there. I didn't know how he arrived, or when, but I knew he seemed interesting.
I approached the large turtle slowly, meandering hesitantly across his bridge. My smokey exhale was shaky, nervous. The land was different from what I knew it to be, and I wasn't one to accustom well to these sort of changes - changes to the permanent.
"Hello?" I murmured softly to the humming turtle, stopping a few lengths from him. My features were tentative, my wings relaxed at my side. Though if the turtle were to pull anything alarming on me, flight would be easy for me to take to. Already there were others gathering, and I was curious.
She walks in starlight in another world.
She is far away. She...she is far, far away from me.
She is far away. She...she is far, far away from me.
