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[OPEN] If I Could Tear You From the Ceiling —

Virga Posts: 42
Absent Abyss
Colt :: Tribrid :: Growing :: yearling
kae
#1

Weird, isn't it? How even the lonely crave solitude? After a while, the heaviness of eyes and the tangle of voices is too much; even the rough familiarity of family drives you away. A part of you misses them even as you delve into the trees, shadows dappling your flanks and rushing across your young wings. That same part drags one black eye back every now and then, watching as the rest of Helovia falls behind. Every breath and whisper of things known abates; ahead lies mystery. Ahead lies the unknown, the cry of wild lands and loneliness and blessed solitude.

Your new heart beats a little faster.

Maybe you're too young to be this torn, this extravagant with wonder and emotion, but everything happens to you in full force. The wonder weighs even with the sorrow; your head cranes around to face forward again and you gaze up at the boughs with veiled eyes, your ears twitching to the sounds of your own small hoof beats and the noises of the creatures in the wood. What would they say if you could understand them — those little things? With a huff, you dismiss the thought. Things lesser than you can be ignored, can't they?

Something else, something exciting, glitters up ahead, anyway. It lies nestled in the trees like a secret, like something guarded by the slow sentience of the forest. Your hooves pick up a little higher at the first glimpse, and tail aloft, you prance forward, your eyes filling with color and grandeur. It's not a tree; it's not like anything you know, though it reminds you somehow of the broken sentinel. This thing is prettier than the sentinel, of course. It spills colored sunlight onto smooth stone; it stands silent and lovely as a dream, and as you approach, your hooves clattering on the floor, the music of water trembles into your ears.

Oh —

Something in your chest constricts; you go careening back, the muchness of the place beating hard in your heart, and before you remember, your young voice calls out in a tone at once demanding and afraid. "Ma — !" But Virga, she isn't here. And Vesper isn't here. And Mesec isn't here; you've left them behind. You've come alone on purpose, weary of being seen, but the price is what you see now with your own eyes goes unshared.

An ear flicks back as the consequences of your youthful belligerence sink in. You sort of wish your family came when called, and not just when they felt like it. You sort of wish — Oh, I don't know.

That you had friends?



Virga
we prayed for rain
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Anyone! :)

Gemini Posts: 10
Outcast
Filly :: Pegasus :: 16.2 hh :: 3 months
Dream
#2

Hooves carried the small filly across the lands, large wings flapping to no avail. She still couldn't get airborne. No one as of yet had taught her how to fly. And it sucked big time. Having to walk and run everyone got exhausting. She needed to find another horse like her, except one who could teach her to fly. So she had brought herself to this rotunda, not that she knew what it was. All she knew was that it had large structures for her to leap off of.

Not paying attention to her surroundings, the blue roan cantered softly towards a large inclined hill. Putting on more and more speed as she scaled the hill, she spread her wings wide. As soon as she reached the edge, she shoved off, flapping her wings wildly for a moment before beginning to fall. Instinctively, she wrapped her large wings around her body, sheltering herself from the fall. Thankfully, her fall didn't hurt her since it wasn't from as far up as the filly believed.

Finally, she took notice of another foal. One she had seen before. "Hey there!" She said, prancing over towards the colt after righting herself on her hooves again. Bright eyes glowed warmly as the filly grinned. It was fun meeting others her own age! There were so few foals in the Unbound that it got boring sometimes. "I'm Gemini! And you are about my age! Wanna play?" She asked, grinning at him as she reared up playfully, wanting to play with the colt. She didn't get to play much with other foals, being one of the only foals in the Unbound. "I don't get to play often or see other foals often, so I don't have many friends. Wanna be friends?" The filly was rambling at this point but she was eager to have a new friend who was an adult.

She walks. | "She talks." | She thinks.


Virga Posts: 42
Absent Abyss
Colt :: Tribrid :: Growing :: yearling
kae
#3

She has your attention long before she seeks it out. All the cacophonous flapping grabs your ears and slowly your head turns to follow. Dark eyes narrow in what might be disapproval — certainly irritation. You yourself have been so graceless now and then, but today the noise strikes you as youthful, irreverent, a mockery of everything else in the vicinity. Your limbs cry to run, carry you far from here; your heart beats something harsher, angrier, as it thinks about the meaning of respect. And you don't recognize the girl, at first. You know only that she's intruding. That she shouldn't.

Small ears lean down in disapproval as she bounds up toward you. Your own wings clamp against your sides; that bottlebrush of a tail swishes once, hard, back and forth. "Don't care," you spit, like a challenge. Didn't you come here in search of solitude, anyway? Wouldn't you rather be lonely than surprised? Your entire body leans away from her until you sit nearly on your haunches, and then you swing your front end around and trot away, ill temper written all over your face.

It isn't until you've trotted several paces away that some prickling of shame worms its way into your heart. That isn't how Mama taught you to act around strangers, now is it? And it isn't how you make friends, Virga. You sort of think loneliness if preferable to anyone who talks so much, but that's probably because you aren't alone anymore — right? One dark eye tilts just enough to catch her in periphery, whatever she's doing now. Your wings twitch just slightly, and it's a telltale sign of discomfort, as you think about her tumbling around trying to fly and are reminded, shamefully, of yourself.

A sigh; you turn back to the fractious light spilling across the floor as indignation wars with sympathy inside your head. "I'm looking right now," you say at last, as if that suits as an apology. Your tone has softened somewhat, though. You don't quite have it in you to be cruel. "Do you know who built this thing?" You ask her, and it's the closest thing to building bridges you now know.



Virga
we prayed for rain
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@Gemini sorry you get grumpy Virga today; do you like to be tagged?


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