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07-26-2016, 04:48 PM
If it were possible, her grin would have gotten bigger, but as it were, the smile splitting the child's onyx face was already large enough to swallow the world.
She watched as the Pegasus descended on wings of burnished gold and darkest black - wings that would fit her quite well if she had been born with them. She may have been suspicious of the winged stranger, once upon a time she may have dropped her grin and her ears and demanded what the stallion thought he was doing. Yet, once upon a time was not today, once upon a time didn't exist for the tiny mare with the golden tattoos scrolling over her skin and sprouting from her spine.
"Hello, Aeolus," her voice was light and cheerful, no trace of the anger she had felt days before, no echo of the cruelty she had withstood, "You can call me Ovi. Where are you from?" Curiosity could very well kill this particular cat one day, drawing her down into some murky depth with her smiling all the way, marveling at the new sights and experiences that death held in it's eternally chilly claws. That day was not today, though, just as once upon a time wasn't within her reach, neither was death. The thought calmed her, soothed her aching heart and pressed reassuring hands to her laden shoulders.
The sun shined happily from above, burning away clouds and all manner of negative things. Of course, at the behest of Tallsun, the heat was scorching, but the desert blood of the child sang with the warmth; so long had it been cold and so long had she spent her days shivering beneath onslaughts of rain. No longer! thought the tiny lass to herself, eyes glimmering, Tallsun is upon us and we are here to prosper!
"Are you here to dance before the gods, too?"
She watched as the Pegasus descended on wings of burnished gold and darkest black - wings that would fit her quite well if she had been born with them. She may have been suspicious of the winged stranger, once upon a time she may have dropped her grin and her ears and demanded what the stallion thought he was doing. Yet, once upon a time was not today, once upon a time didn't exist for the tiny mare with the golden tattoos scrolling over her skin and sprouting from her spine.
"Hello, Aeolus," her voice was light and cheerful, no trace of the anger she had felt days before, no echo of the cruelty she had withstood, "You can call me Ovi. Where are you from?" Curiosity could very well kill this particular cat one day, drawing her down into some murky depth with her smiling all the way, marveling at the new sights and experiences that death held in it's eternally chilly claws. That day was not today, though, just as once upon a time wasn't within her reach, neither was death. The thought calmed her, soothed her aching heart and pressed reassuring hands to her laden shoulders.
The sun shined happily from above, burning away clouds and all manner of negative things. Of course, at the behest of Tallsun, the heat was scorching, but the desert blood of the child sang with the warmth; so long had it been cold and so long had she spent her days shivering beneath onslaughts of rain. No longer! thought the tiny lass to herself, eyes glimmering, Tallsun is upon us and we are here to prosper!
"Are you here to dance before the gods, too?"
@Aeolus hi!
Just to prove I'm not a runner,
I'll be coming with my guns up,
Shooting at the moon to bring the sun up.
I'll be coming with my guns up,
Shooting at the moon to bring the sun up.
