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12-15-2014, 09:17 PM
DESTRY
rise to the occasion
rise to the occasion
Flying to the beach, I felt a gentle push and pull of magic, a radiating force that withdrew me from the Throat, guiding me to a place I rarely stepped. Above the sand in the crisp, BirdSong air I flew, my wings appearing as a great expanse, shifting my weight with a flawless maneuver I glide downwards, gently lowering myself into the dry sand with my hooves sparking as they collide with the beige earth. Body lurching forward only to be caught by my fore legs, strides leading into a slowed trot, which is maintained as I follow the edge of the ocean, waves reaching for my crimson hooves but never quite touching them.
Dancing through my vision is a child of coal, grey as the stones that litter the beach. I do not hear the child's voice until I am within a few strides, listening as the babe sings in response to a nearby pile of drift wood that had been singing not but a heart beat prior. Perking my ears with curiosity, I find myself standing over an egg, round and smoothed to perfection. My heart skips a beat, missing a step and sinking much to my dismay. I had been seeking a companion for seasons now, and had never been able to receive one, instead watching everyone else leave victorious while I linger in self-pity with everyone else continuing on with their lives, acting as though such a loss did not actually happen.
Once the child's song is complete, I look down, and then up. The babe trembles as the last words slip from his lips, my brows furrowing gently as concern grows for the shaky boy. I return my attention to the egg, looking down with an anxious wave washing over me, questions following soon after. Was I too supposed to sing to this egg? Was I to soothe it? Glancing around, I watch as a mare of pink and gold who had stepped up not to long ago performs her own lullaby, sweet voice washing over the beach, all silent but the girl's voice. As she finishes her tune, I clear my throat wearily, hesitant to begin my song. I had never really sung before, not to others, and not my own song. Sometimes I would hum along to a bird's sweet chirp, or to a tune I had once heard someone else singing but never to anyone but myself. My heart beats swiftly, body shaking as I wearily sway to a rhythm that's playing in my head. Gently nodding my head, I close my eyes and begin to sing.
"Here beneath a BirdSong sun,
I've met you, little one,
I'll take you in and give it time,
You'll one day be a friend of mine,
I'll stay beside you through the night,
So if you ever have a fright,
Beneath my wing you'll find solace,
But fear not, for you are flawless
And together we'll be misfits,
Living side by side,
Bonded through our spirits,
Living tangled in fate's tide,
Rest your weary soul,
Lay down beside me,
And I'll wait for your gentle pull,
To know you're right for me."
Shifting my weight back, I await a response from the egg, fear knotting within my stomach as I wonder if my song sounded selfish and stupid, if it was off beat or if I had made mistakes. Sweat beads and my lips shake, ears flicking back as I rerun the previous few moments when I had sung the song, trying to find the mistakes I know I made somewhere along the line.
"talk talk talk"
-- previous denial
destry is seeking a roc zephyr --
Dancing through my vision is a child of coal, grey as the stones that litter the beach. I do not hear the child's voice until I am within a few strides, listening as the babe sings in response to a nearby pile of drift wood that had been singing not but a heart beat prior. Perking my ears with curiosity, I find myself standing over an egg, round and smoothed to perfection. My heart skips a beat, missing a step and sinking much to my dismay. I had been seeking a companion for seasons now, and had never been able to receive one, instead watching everyone else leave victorious while I linger in self-pity with everyone else continuing on with their lives, acting as though such a loss did not actually happen.
Once the child's song is complete, I look down, and then up. The babe trembles as the last words slip from his lips, my brows furrowing gently as concern grows for the shaky boy. I return my attention to the egg, looking down with an anxious wave washing over me, questions following soon after. Was I too supposed to sing to this egg? Was I to soothe it? Glancing around, I watch as a mare of pink and gold who had stepped up not to long ago performs her own lullaby, sweet voice washing over the beach, all silent but the girl's voice. As she finishes her tune, I clear my throat wearily, hesitant to begin my song. I had never really sung before, not to others, and not my own song. Sometimes I would hum along to a bird's sweet chirp, or to a tune I had once heard someone else singing but never to anyone but myself. My heart beats swiftly, body shaking as I wearily sway to a rhythm that's playing in my head. Gently nodding my head, I close my eyes and begin to sing.
"Here beneath a BirdSong sun,
I've met you, little one,
I'll take you in and give it time,
You'll one day be a friend of mine,
I'll stay beside you through the night,
So if you ever have a fright,
Beneath my wing you'll find solace,
But fear not, for you are flawless
And together we'll be misfits,
Living side by side,
Bonded through our spirits,
Living tangled in fate's tide,
Rest your weary soul,
Lay down beside me,
And I'll wait for your gentle pull,
To know you're right for me."
Shifting my weight back, I await a response from the egg, fear knotting within my stomach as I wonder if my song sounded selfish and stupid, if it was off beat or if I had made mistakes. Sweat beads and my lips shake, ears flicking back as I rerun the previous few moments when I had sung the song, trying to find the mistakes I know I made somewhere along the line.
"talk talk talk"
-- previous denial
destry is seeking a roc zephyr --
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