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from the eyes of an overseer
WEIGHTLESS IN HER MOVEMENTS, she meandered the small distances between trees, thoughtfully placing each step somewhere it's most comfortable. Careful to prevent the clink of her translucent heels on any stray pebble or root. She tossed the congeries of mane off her shoulders and onto the ground, their loose waves sprawling outwards, leaving her standing in a milky puddle of hair. Yards of tail in a matching pale color dragged behind her, snaking itself through the path she had blazed through the lofty conifers.
Her body, soaked in the palest hue of sunset, similar to the contrast between the pink undertones on stale cirrus that remain in the evening sky, and the warm gradient that hovers above. She holds tight to the settling of liquid mahogany in the sharps of her frame. Glass toes pushed against the dirt, vaulting her miniature anatomy into the air. At the crest of her leap, her wings stretched out, quickly catching her birdlike structure on an updraft that dragged her into the canopy. Ailerons of a waxen complexion, flecked with the leftover mahogany, orange hinted feathers covered the bony arches of her wings, leaving the ivory feathers room to hang beneath. She settled between the thick branches of ancient trees, allowing the fair stream of hair to dangle beneath her, feeling the rough bark impress into the corners of her forearms and hocks.
in the midst of that botanical brain
She should've stayed home, three days travel quickly faded into almost a week. Hopelessly lost she was. In search of rumored western civilization she was deceived. Releasing a crestfallen huff, musical chords snaked through her lips, calling to her smaller avian friends for moral compass. Ears perked towards the woodland creatures who echoed her muse. She smiled at the comforting sound, solitude injected an ache into her skeleton days ago, it weighted her eyelids, drained her veins. She felt the solace settle on her skin at the sound of familiar company.
Spotless jade orbs awaited the emergence of the earliest stars, awaiting the prologue to a play by the gods, a visual tune that would swathe her in sleep and bring about individual visions of her homeland, parents, friends, and humdrum familiarities.
"Another day," she whispered to herself. "If tomorrow brings no new discoveries, I shall return."
WEIGHTLESS IN HER MOVEMENTS, she meandered the small distances between trees, thoughtfully placing each step somewhere it's most comfortable. Careful to prevent the clink of her translucent heels on any stray pebble or root. She tossed the congeries of mane off her shoulders and onto the ground, their loose waves sprawling outwards, leaving her standing in a milky puddle of hair. Yards of tail in a matching pale color dragged behind her, snaking itself through the path she had blazed through the lofty conifers.
Her body, soaked in the palest hue of sunset, similar to the contrast between the pink undertones on stale cirrus that remain in the evening sky, and the warm gradient that hovers above. She holds tight to the settling of liquid mahogany in the sharps of her frame. Glass toes pushed against the dirt, vaulting her miniature anatomy into the air. At the crest of her leap, her wings stretched out, quickly catching her birdlike structure on an updraft that dragged her into the canopy. Ailerons of a waxen complexion, flecked with the leftover mahogany, orange hinted feathers covered the bony arches of her wings, leaving the ivory feathers room to hang beneath. She settled between the thick branches of ancient trees, allowing the fair stream of hair to dangle beneath her, feeling the rough bark impress into the corners of her forearms and hocks.
in the midst of that botanical brain
She should've stayed home, three days travel quickly faded into almost a week. Hopelessly lost she was. In search of rumored western civilization she was deceived. Releasing a crestfallen huff, musical chords snaked through her lips, calling to her smaller avian friends for moral compass. Ears perked towards the woodland creatures who echoed her muse. She smiled at the comforting sound, solitude injected an ache into her skeleton days ago, it weighted her eyelids, drained her veins. She felt the solace settle on her skin at the sound of familiar company.
Spotless jade orbs awaited the emergence of the earliest stars, awaiting the prologue to a play by the gods, a visual tune that would swathe her in sleep and bring about individual visions of her homeland, parents, friends, and humdrum familiarities.
"Another day," she whispered to herself. "If tomorrow brings no new discoveries, I shall return."
