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04-29-2017, 07:19 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-05-2017, 02:39 PM by Stellaluna.)
Stellaluna...
“Alchira!”It was, of course, the make-believe world from which the young bat hailed; a comprehensively detailed, magical wonderland, within which everyone played a part. Rarely did she slump into the tired uniformity of real life. All at once, the folk who had dissipated into the lonely, rise of the true-world night, began suddenly to return through midnight’s dense shroud - to creep shyly from cover to meet the newest character in their suddenly expanding realm. Small animals, with long, furred tails, others who hopped on oversized feet, and tinier still homunculi babies wearing yellow wattle skirts and crowns, all shuffled forward; their darling, Stellaluna, met each meek pair of eyes with a gently reassuring smile - always they filled her with courage and hope, and she, them. “It's all around us,” she clarified with a quietly timorous giggle (one shared by the flocking folk), feeding greedily, excitedly off the notion that perhaps Da’s stubborn disregard had been wrong all along (he’d never appreciated the ‘silly, senseless stories’ she loved so much). As if to validate herself, the creature’s fine nose turned a (not particularly) wide arc from left to right, gesturing to their inquisitive audience, and a smile began to curl the soft, moist lips at its end. This was perfect! “Miss Lyanna?” The bat wasn’t convinced that the giant understood: pretty, chiseled features, those icy teal eyes that hardly dulled in the dark - neither reflected the puerile enthusiasm radiating out from her own yawning gaze. Feathery words pour quickly, “you’re real, we all are, just like Ma said!” The delicate hum of puny, concurring voices treated her ears. The bat had risen to her feet: each stood behind its sibling on the old, heavy tree-limb with implausible steadiness, and leathery wings were downcast with each clawed thumb hooked beneath bark. There was a whoosh through the pine wilds behind her (an owl? perhaps tired of the jubilant nonsense), and she half expected her beloved sister to wing down and alight beneath; alas, when she checked, only a labyrinth of gloomy wood met her gaze. “What’re you anyway?” she queried boldly - they all wanted to know… "Turn on the dark, I'm afraid of the light!" |
