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Sidewalk scenes and black limousines (Any) - Eyas - 05-06-2019 I have three eyes two to look and one to see Eyas RE: Sidewalk scenes and black limousines (Any) - Catcher - 05-14-2019 It was a ping that had brought her here; the kind felt in the gut that nags at the back of the mind. It’s a whim and a promising feeling of all the best things possible that refuses to go unnoticed. Lucky for Fate today, her target is not one that needed much convincing and prodding. Because no sooner than that tingle blossomed in her belly than did Catcher disappear between the trees that would swallow her home in the darkness behind her. “Be back before dark,” her mother said to the girl’s vanishing back. A small nod and a head turned slightly back is the only affirmation she would get of her daughter’s understanding and it would have to be enough. Wanderlust had claimed the girl’s spirit not long after her first steps, in both this world and the world her father had created for her, and Kerrigan had long ago abandoned the hope that her girl would grow out of it. But just as every time before, worry would feather the lines of her brow when her head lowered to the grass below, praying to an ever absent God that she was raising a child right this time. Briar tangled and dirt stained, the filly lost herself in the shadows and naked limbs that caught her chestnut mane as she passed. Normally, she would let their grasp slow her down, dragging her strides to a meandering crawl as she’d mimic the song of the birds above and watch the dance of the worms underneath. But today she hardly noticed the slow unraveling of minutes wasted in the Forest around her, because she was much more interested in the crackling of roots and twigs not far ahead. Young and naive, the more dangerous ways of this world are foreign to her, so when she comes across a strangely marked girl not far from her own age, uncertainty does little to cause her to hesitate. Apparently unnoticed thus far, the girl spares a quick glance around them with curious amber eyes before dipping her horned head closer to the guarded form. Exhaling a puff of breath against the winged one’s mane, “Are you alright?” @[Eyas] RE: Sidewalk scenes and black limousines (Any) - Eyas - 05-15-2019 I have three eyes two to look and one to see Eyas @[Catcher] RE: Sidewalk scenes and black limousines (Any) - Catcher - 05-21-2019 The girl fades before her, blending into the earthen floor as if she’d never even been there. Had Catcher not seen it herself, or already caught the scent of sunshine and airy things on the pegasus, then she might’ve actually believed she had melted into the forest ground and disappeared for good. A quick blink of the serpent’s eyes gives away the winged one’s heat signature for good measure before switching back again. She couldn’t help it; she had to be extra sure the girl was still there for one reason or another. With surprising speed, the pegasus reappears with eyes trained directly on the chestnut painted filly, holding her captive with a strange intensity that caused her to stiffen. “Neat trick” she utters quickly, unsure of what else to say as the agile girl wraps around her, followed by a muffled oof as their bodies met. Feeling a little awkward, having never really been embraced by anyone other than her mother and father, she takes half a step backward before the other girl pulls away. Was this the way that “friends” acted? She’d always been curious, but mother always moved them around every few days or so, so making and keeping friends had never been possible. “ I’m just glad you’re alright.” She hadn’t been able to notice before, but as the girl pushes back, her honey eyes fall along the drying trail of tears that stained her face. The look of thoughtful confusion dispels into a soft smile of concern, finally getting a good look at the girl she would now know as Eyas. Between quiet giggles she says, “Well I’m definitely not a bear in this realm, but I’m definitely a something else. Or at least that’s what my mother calls me sometimes.” With a shrug of faux innocence, her smile grows a little bit wider in comfortable mischief. “My name is Catcher. Were you looking for something? Is that why you got lost?” @[Eyas] RE: Sidewalk scenes and black limousines (Any) - Eyas - 05-24-2019 I have three eyes two to look and one to see Eyas @[Catcher] I got a strange Dora the Explorer vibe from my last few sentences RE: Sidewalk scenes and black limousines (Any) - Catcher - 08-13-2019 Others were different than her, or at least that’s what Kerrigan had explained. Mother had then gone on to explain how ‘different’ wasn’t the same as ‘bad’ too. She’d been told by the grey painted mare one day as they traced the lines of the herdlands, that some folks preferred to live in large groups for comraderie and protection and that one day Catcher would be able to make that choice of where to live when she was older. But not now while she was still young, because mother was scared of something. Of what, she couldn’t tell exactly, but she could see the hesitation and withdrawal in her mother’s eyes when she danced around catchers question of why they couldn’t live with others now. Maybe mother would tell her someday. But now as she stares inquisitively at her new friend, no judgement is passed as the girl explains the look-see game she plays with her brother. Truth be told, she doesn’t even understand the definition of judgment, or even that it’s a word at all. “I don’t know what an oddball is, but it sounds fun!” Standing as tall as she possibly could manage, as if it might help her see over the trees where Loess might indeed be, she spun a full circle around them while scenting the air. Feeling defeated, she lowered her eyes as her ears drifted sideways, “I’m sorry, I don’t.”. As the silence followed, she kicked at a small stone in front of her until it flipped over, revealing the damp underside of it. She watched as the worms wriggled in the soil, brought on from the exposure that the stone had once shielded them from. It was always like gazing upon a brand new wonder; a hidden world only revealed by changing what you could. That was when the thought struck her, that maybe she could find Loess and help her companion. Nearly jolting out of her skin, her skinny legs began to dance in place excitedly. Quickly, she glanced around them again, as if her mama bear might jump out and scold her for even having such a thought. Oh, but mother would be so cross with her if she found out she were going to use her juvenile powers. Content that Kerrigan wasn’t going to pop out, grab her by the horn, and drag her away, her fierce gaze found Eyas’. “I have an idea. Think you could go for a nap?” ———————- Minutes bled by, and soon after first closing her eyes, Catcher opened them to the brilliant sunshine of the veiled world her father had introduced her to. Donning a new pair of fiery chestnut wings, the unicorn looked to where the original pegasus now stirred, now sporting a fully mature set of wings herself. “I’m not strong enough to hold us here for long,” she shouted, loping into a clearing just as soon as Eyas had stood. “Let’s go find your home!,” she yelled with a final heave, launching herself into the waiting sky. @[Eyas] |