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11-15-2016, 04:14 PM
TO LET MY HEART BE MOVED, TO LAUGH FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART,
TO FIND MEANING IN EVERYDAY LIFE...
TO FIND MEANING IN EVERYDAY LIFE...
Zyanya had never seen a turkey.
It was with great hesitation that she glances over the frozen fields, soft lavender eyes reminiscent of spring even in the depths of winter. Small, delicate face poised in worry as her brows furrow and dance, thinking to approach the crowd but strangely fearful of the fowl. The male turkeys strutted, their feathes extended to make them appear all the larger, while the hens merely ignored them, seemingly more interested in the pearls of grain hidden under the ice and snow.
The maiden, enraptured by the gleaming of an orb in the middle of their festivities, warm enough to melt the winter from around it, nearly disappears in the landscape of glimmering snow. Her pelt mirrors the skies at dawn in this chill season. Despite the icy exterior, Zyanya had not been born in winter. She had been born under starlight.
The elegance of the Sun, spoken by her people to be but a large star, had never escaped her attention. This glimmering orb in the meadow reminded her much of the Sun - especially the warmth which radiated out from it.
Taking a deep breath, the final attempt to summon courage seems to have found Zyanya. She walks calmly forward, being sure to stay closer to the fellow equines than the birds tutting about in the snow. Her eyes wearily fall on their soft feathers, their strange bruised looking heads. "Does anyone know what it is?" her small voice reaches into the air, a small bell, while an elegant tilt of her head signals that she meant the orb.
Why did the birds have such a relic?
""
It was with great hesitation that she glances over the frozen fields, soft lavender eyes reminiscent of spring even in the depths of winter. Small, delicate face poised in worry as her brows furrow and dance, thinking to approach the crowd but strangely fearful of the fowl. The male turkeys strutted, their feathes extended to make them appear all the larger, while the hens merely ignored them, seemingly more interested in the pearls of grain hidden under the ice and snow.
The maiden, enraptured by the gleaming of an orb in the middle of their festivities, warm enough to melt the winter from around it, nearly disappears in the landscape of glimmering snow. Her pelt mirrors the skies at dawn in this chill season. Despite the icy exterior, Zyanya had not been born in winter. She had been born under starlight.
The elegance of the Sun, spoken by her people to be but a large star, had never escaped her attention. This glimmering orb in the meadow reminded her much of the Sun - especially the warmth which radiated out from it.
Taking a deep breath, the final attempt to summon courage seems to have found Zyanya. She walks calmly forward, being sure to stay closer to the fellow equines than the birds tutting about in the snow. Her eyes wearily fall on their soft feathers, their strange bruised looking heads. "Does anyone know what it is?" her small voice reaches into the air, a small bell, while an elegant tilt of her head signals that she meant the orb.
Why did the birds have such a relic?
""
...I wanted to be given permission.
Zyanya
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even if you're lost you can't lose the love because
it's in your heart
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