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Where are we?
The Endless Blue.
Will it still be called that when the world has ended?
At least her thoughts were moving again, albeit in useless, helpless circles, back and forth between we'll survive and we're all gonna die.
It was better than the damning silence that had ruled her when it first happened.
Wind filled her wings, lending her with a sensation that maybe the Goddess was still present, still weaving her magnificent wind magic upon the lands. Still ruling over the World's Edge. Still bestowing them with safety, with powers, with purpose.
Not gone forever into that abyss Gods seemed to go to whenever they abandoned the very lands they created. Not potentially already dead, by the deceiver Kaos' foul, powerful hand. Not completely and utterly absent, powerless, gone.
Amaris flew, having leapt off the cliffs of herhome and filled her leathery wings with the wind she could pretend was from the Goddess. She flew, with her companion very close by - and when she landed upon the sandy beach, he landed promptly between her wings, atop her withers, unwilling to be far from her for long.
Something is different, she observed, though it wasn't with the normal interest she might have shown. She was half-dragon, and shiny things did easily take her attention, and while she stared at the trinkets and items, she did not feel any particular want for anything that was there.
Something moved, and she watched as the pale young mare moved across the sand, and felt a strange sensation envelope her.
She blinked, for dawn should be approaching, and yet it didn't. The Sun rose, she knew, and yet twilight lingered.
Was her mother here?
She looked around, casting her golden gaze out over the ocean, over the sand dunes, up the cliffs of her home, and back again, completing a full circle. Her mother would have to be close for this artificial twilight to be occurring, she knew.
And she was filled with a hope again, a memory of happiness, of warmth and comfort and joy, and she wanted it so badly it hurt, tears almost sprung up behind her eyes again (as they so often had recently).
But she could not see her mother.
The Endless Blue.
Will it still be called that when the world has ended?
At least her thoughts were moving again, albeit in useless, helpless circles, back and forth between we'll survive and we're all gonna die.
It was better than the damning silence that had ruled her when it first happened.
Wind filled her wings, lending her with a sensation that maybe the Goddess was still present, still weaving her magnificent wind magic upon the lands. Still ruling over the World's Edge. Still bestowing them with safety, with powers, with purpose.
Not gone forever into that abyss Gods seemed to go to whenever they abandoned the very lands they created. Not potentially already dead, by the deceiver Kaos' foul, powerful hand. Not completely and utterly absent, powerless, gone.
Amaris flew, having leapt off the cliffs of her
Something is different, she observed, though it wasn't with the normal interest she might have shown. She was half-dragon, and shiny things did easily take her attention, and while she stared at the trinkets and items, she did not feel any particular want for anything that was there.
Something moved, and she watched as the pale young mare moved across the sand, and felt a strange sensation envelope her.
She blinked, for dawn should be approaching, and yet it didn't. The Sun rose, she knew, and yet twilight lingered.
Was her mother here?
She looked around, casting her golden gaze out over the ocean, over the sand dunes, up the cliffs of her home, and back again, completing a full circle. Her mother would have to be close for this artificial twilight to be occurring, she knew.
And she was filled with a hope again, a memory of happiness, of warmth and comfort and joy, and she wanted it so badly it hurt, tears almost sprung up behind her eyes again (as they so often had recently).
But she could not see her mother.
Daniel Schiersner @ flickr & larfsalot @ deviantart
@Erthë
No need to mirror my post length - I have a horrible case of the rambly writer syndrome!
I like being tagged!
You are always welcome to 'try' and use force/magic on Amaris, but similar to spar posts, leave it to me to decide how the damage is taken please~
