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i've got my feet on the ground and i don't go to sleep to dream |
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Over the last few days she’s covered a hundred or so miles in the westward direction, leaving the Falls for the first time in many months – the first time since everyone left, since the Earth God left them. Macaria has been hopeless since that day, the memories still haunt her and her mother’s hollow voice soothes her time and time again. All things crumble and get swallowed up eventually – it is part of time, it is part of life. The voice will breathe gently into her mind, Be strong, my sweet, things will not stay dark for long… A pause, always a thoughtful pause, The light is coming. This message is always the end, a hopeful message from beyond graves; from the underworld. She sips the meadow’s clear waters in the moonlight and munches the rich grasses covered in due by soft dawnlight. The bugs have yet to descend and the temperatures are on the rise already. For a while she grazes quietly, thoughtfully, she dreams and eats meditatively, stepping one hoof at a time westward still. Something salty in the air draws her in this direction. Her golden eyes exploring each corner of her vision as she walks along for more long hours until she reaches the edge of a dense, ancient forest. Oak trees reaching for the clouds stand at her back, but before her lays a different terrain. Evening light and shadow dances joyously through and across the woodland ahead, she watches it, falling into a trance for a moment before stepping forward and onto the path that winds through this deep green corridor. When she stops to look around she can hear the very distant crash of waves – it is different than that of Endless Blue where the waves wrack against cove or sand. This sound different, she observes. She sucks in a deep breath, her pink nose held up, her saucer eyes closing. Mmm. She lolls the taste of sea-salt across her wet tongue, her tail flicking with the thoughts of love and remembrance of the ocean. She’s never seen the coast ahead but her time on this planet, in this place, has taught her what lies ahead – it is the Edge, World’s Edge. It is a different Kingdom, one she’s never visited before. Come to think of it, she’s never visited any of them. She doesn’t go further but instead inspects the old trunks just around her. She sniffs at the moss cloaked stones, the moist earth, the mushrooms, the ferns, anything her nose could safely touch. |
macaria |
Image by Psilo!
Macaria has wandered next to the forested borders of the World's Edge,
where it meets the (north)western piece of Thistle Meadow.
She's very close to crossing over into the Edge,
but doesn't, lingering beside it instead.
for @Darwin & @Sacre and anyone else who would like to say hello (:
