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thy leaves have ripened to the fall; any - aletta - 10-23-2016 aletta has never been one for attention. she isn't a shadow lurker, but she doesn't like the thought of being on display. and she has never seen a real meadow before. on her childhood mountaintop, there had been a few patches of long, willowy grass but nothing to really stretch your legs out. nothing to let you go so fast that all four of your legs are off the ground. but as the forest gives way to the meadow, she has second thoughts about doing that. she can sense the other bodies around her and her eagerness to see the meadow dwindles. her curiosity keeps her at the edge, where the long golden grasses sweep into the treeline and aletta lets her dark eyes absorb the sight before her. autumn has crept over the landscape, with the few trees crowning themselves in shades of red, orange, and gold. as she inhales the crisp breeze that goes sailing through the meadow, the grey mare takes a few tentative steps forward. and with each step, her gait becomes more animated. aletta lets herself look everywhere. she tries hard to not let herself go doe-eyed at some of beqanna's residents, but there are some things she has never seen before. and the same curiosity that drove aletta into the meadow now spins the gears in her mind. she finds a secluded space next to a small stream, taking another panoramic view of the meadow. she doesn't even know where to begin. aletta the innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time. ooc- to whoever responds, i'm so sorry this so everywhere. my first post in a few years. i promise it will get better as i get some more practice and get to know her better. RE: thy leaves have ripened to the fall; any - violence - 10-24-2016 violence I’d stay the hand of god, but war is on your lips RE: thy leaves have ripened to the fall; any - aletta - 10-24-2016 aletta relaxes in her little spot - not that she has been uneasy or overanxious. but beqanna has its own unique hum of life that aletta wasn't familiar with. while her mountaintop had its consoling breezes and remote beauty, beqanna seemed to almost vibrate with life. but it seemed everywhere her eyes fell, there was another horse, some scene of life being played out before her. it was in those moments that something caught in her peripheral vision. for a brief moment, she thought it was a shadow. and then the shadow lost its blurry lines and emerged as something dark and solid. there was something off about the dark mare, and aletta couldn't place it. she was almost like a storybook character displaced into the wrong story. but her words came off soft and silken, and aletta found herself speaking. "i'm not sure," she replies hesitantly. for what is she really to say? that this place drew her in like a moth to the flame, and now that she was here, she was as adrift as she she had ever been? her gaze flickers around the field again and rests back on violence. "i was once told that those who wander are never really lost." aletta the innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time. RE: thy leaves have ripened to the fall; any - violence - 10-25-2016 violence I’d stay the hand of god, but war is on your lips RE: thy leaves have ripened to the fall; any - aletta - 10-25-2016 aletta offers the black mare a small smile, still slightly reluctant and unsure of it all. it's not only violence, but the murmuring of the land. as all new things can be strange, aletta has found beqanna both wonderful and almost overpowering. she has never been one for contrasts, but there is something dark and light, welcoming and ominous about the land she stands on. and she is so eager, almost too eager, to uncover what she can. "i've never liked to think of myself as lost," she replies. her eyes are like mirrors, and her thoughts read plainly in them. she almost wants to frown as she tries to describe what she thinks. "i've always simply thought i'm where i'm supposed to be." her smile warms a little, the wall she has built up slowly chipping the more she converses. "but of course, that is a bit fanciful." she focuses on violence, perking up a bit more. "aletta. lovely to meet you violence." aletta the innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time. RE: thy leaves have ripened to the fall; any - violence - 11-01-2016 violence I’d stay the hand of god, but war is on your lips RE: thy leaves have ripened to the fall; any - aletta - 11-01-2016 her eyes widen slightly as the mare says that this land, this place that hums and pulsates with life, with... something she isn't quite sure of. but this place has become embedded within her like a child, and she can't fathom this sacred place ruined. but then she had that the land had ruined them, and that has caught her unaware. "what do you mean.. the land ruined you?" her eyes search violence's, wanting some type of elaboration. part of her isn't as shocked as she appears, for all the life that she perceives from this place, of course it could ruin others. to her the land was almost tangible, almost breathing. "no, i wasn't.. i guess that was before i stumbled upon your borders." but she is curious too, for she doesn't see violence as something ruined. the mare seems whole, sane, healthy. aletta shakes her head gently, her mind going back briefly to what she had called a home. was this meadow comparable? here she was open to make her own choices, to do as she pleased without the thoughts of others. perhaps that was her description of home. it has been so long since she has stayed in one place that she isn't quite sure anymore."the meadow is.. quiet, open. i can go where i want without question. i don't really need much more than that." she smiles faintly, for some do require more. aletta feels a bit unusual in this but it's how she is. "does it feel different to you? after what happened?" what a silly question, she realizes after asking. aletta the innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time. RE: thy leaves have ripened to the fall; any - violence - 11-03-2016 violence I’d stay the hand of god, but war is on your lips RE: thy leaves have ripened to the fall; any - aletta - 11-04-2016 as quickly as her wall came down, the grey mare starts to feel weary again. violence has done nothing, said nothing to raise those flags, but she feels something tingle down her spine. before she says, as if the word held everything and nothing, as if it spoke of the beginning and the end (which it might have for some of beqanna's inhabitants). aletta hides her feelings behind thoughtful eyes, retaking in the sight of the black mare. and while she felt these eerie things, she is once more intrigued and captivated by the mare. she was or had been magic, and oh, the grey girl had a million questions that she could feel race through her. what was it to be magic, to be part of it? did that make violence part of the land herself? she listens, rapt with attention. she listens like a child given a new bedtime story, eager to hear the next chapter. and she asks with childlike prying, "but why did the land take your magic away?" this land that purrs and whispers to her, that has opened its borders like a lost parent, took her magic away. and aletta can't quite add up the equation. perhaps she should be afraid of violence, but she insteads feels a reverence for the mare who can conjure such things. her dark eyes grow a little wider, as she tries to picture walking creature. alive but not alive. and only someone like violence could do such a thing. but she senses the mare misses her creature, her creation. what an image the mare must have created, strolling along the borders of beqanna. such a way to be seen amongst the inhabitants. aletta almost smiles at that. and she says simply as surely as it must be, "of course you will." and aletta honestly wants to believe this, for violence and to believe that what is taken is also given back. aletta the innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time. |