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02-06-2017, 01:00 PM
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The wild red wood in which she and Katua had met a demon is the surprise locale to which she has been brought on this excursion from the Edge. Hopeful that this time, the adventure will be purely positive, unlike the last, which had been a simple ruse to tell her his dark secrets where others couldn’t overhear, the filly cheerfully follows alongside her father, humming and singing songs about the flowers, which had returned to Helovia with the spring. “Daisy, lily, pansy, rose, all the pretty flowers grow! The spring has come to shine, warm, bright, and divine! The Earth’s season, abloom, disperses winter’s gloom, and each tree limb renews green leaves, damp with dew. Ivy, primrose, magnolia, mum, fed by cool rains which come on windy Birdsong breeze, and snow, melted with ease!” Traipsing through a puddle after her father with a giggle which denotes the end of her song, she eyes his decision to drink from the red water with some measure of uncertainty. What made it red? She wonders, stepping closer to the edge of the waterfall’s collected pool, her eyes broad with curiosity, and her steps high, and slow. Smelling the water before she drinks, she exhales and watches the ripples disperse the all together normal smelling water, before she drinks some herself. It’s still cold from the chilly realms from which the Falls are fed, but very crisp, and clean. Used to the earthy flavor of the Edge’s rivers, the spring fed pool she sups from is delightfully flavorless, with a peculiarly pleasant aftertaste. Sighing contentedly, she drinks until she is full, before curiously splashing deeper into the water, her eyes still too busy watching the pretty, crimson foliage overhead to notice the rubies at her hooves. “It’s pretty here, daddy!” she calls over to him, pivoting around in the shallows, and looking at the waterfall, and trees, “why are all the plants red, though?” |
@Tilney
Hold onto this lullaby, even when the music's gone.
