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11-16-2014, 09:55 PM
A wave of sadness consumed the gentle-hearted Lignea when Resplendence revealed so candidly the helpless sorrow in her heart. The pale mare sighed softly, and Fig’s tender green gaze caressed delicate golden pools compassionately as they seemed to dull with resignation; to vanish beneath a filmy, distant glaze into a world of grief, gloom and pain. The shaggy, simple tree-girl knew nothing of tribulations of the heart or mental wounds that could haunt far into an unforgiving future. The bitter suffering which seemed to possess her friend was difficult to both comprehend and accept – the latter Fig just could not.
Presently she chose not to voice the idea forming in her mind about the ill-mind. There was more for her to discover first, an unexpected deviation from the path she had so blindly been following in a journey already overwhelming and confusing. She knew though, that poor Resplendence would one day feel a tranquillity she had perhaps never known – one that Fig’s life had always been blessed with - even if only for a very brief time. She was intrigued by the mention of Helovian Gods, perhaps Nepenthes of the Plants and Corocottas of the Animals; though it seemed unlikely given the widespread disrespect the inhabitants of this land held for their natural world, and each other.
Quietly she listened as her friend spoke about the pendant nestled against the flesh by her heart. Large hairy black ears were tipped forward as Fig’s gaze followed Resplendence’s small, tapering mouth as it moved to brush the trinket, breath misting across the sleek golden face.
Quilyan...
Fig had never heard the name, and held her breath for a second as she delved far down into the recesses of her memory. “He gave you a beautiful gift.” She smiled thoughtfully, lifting her white blazed face to its natural elevation near to the height of her withers (beside which the red dragon was still perched across slim, smooth roots). Resplendence’s uncertain eyes began to dance through the pasture around them and the Lignea’s blowing nostrils sought to steady her quickly. Reaching to nuzzle comfortingly, she cooed, “Have you been searching for him here? Is that why you are so far away from home?” Fig still knew little about the earth they were resting upon there, suspended by naught but powdery clouds in the sky; she was unaware of the significance of its creation.
The sleek reptile murmured and the tree-girl’s ears shifted back curiously.
Presently she chose not to voice the idea forming in her mind about the ill-mind. There was more for her to discover first, an unexpected deviation from the path she had so blindly been following in a journey already overwhelming and confusing. She knew though, that poor Resplendence would one day feel a tranquillity she had perhaps never known – one that Fig’s life had always been blessed with - even if only for a very brief time. She was intrigued by the mention of Helovian Gods, perhaps Nepenthes of the Plants and Corocottas of the Animals; though it seemed unlikely given the widespread disrespect the inhabitants of this land held for their natural world, and each other.
Quietly she listened as her friend spoke about the pendant nestled against the flesh by her heart. Large hairy black ears were tipped forward as Fig’s gaze followed Resplendence’s small, tapering mouth as it moved to brush the trinket, breath misting across the sleek golden face.
Quilyan...
Fig had never heard the name, and held her breath for a second as she delved far down into the recesses of her memory. “He gave you a beautiful gift.” She smiled thoughtfully, lifting her white blazed face to its natural elevation near to the height of her withers (beside which the red dragon was still perched across slim, smooth roots). Resplendence’s uncertain eyes began to dance through the pasture around them and the Lignea’s blowing nostrils sought to steady her quickly. Reaching to nuzzle comfortingly, she cooed, “Have you been searching for him here? Is that why you are so far away from home?” Fig still knew little about the earth they were resting upon there, suspended by naught but powdery clouds in the sky; she was unaware of the significance of its creation.
The sleek reptile murmured and the tree-girl’s ears shifted back curiously.
