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Swimming in the depth of my love; any - Ilma - 07-14-2019 Ilma One night I will be the moon hanging over you One night I will be a star follow where you are The clearing seems tailor-made; as, perhaps, are all the places that the white mare frequents. It’s not because she is terribly nitpicky - it’s the new habit of checking a bunch of possible futures before setting hoof anywhere. As such, she felt attracted to the possibility of going left, today, and then right - perhaps she had avoided contact with a certain predator, with a certain someone. Now, peace and quiet surround her in the sunset. The world is slowly quieting when evening falls, birds have found their nests and defended their territories; most animals return for the night. Some night-crawlers are not yet out; and so the mare has found a place to wait. For what, she doesn’t really know. Whoever may or may not pass by this spot could still decide to take a different route, or not to investigate a mare looking like an illusion. Sometimes she wonders if she did anything right. But the past is a stranger to the mare now, her focus always on the future. During the war, the possible futures had all looked terrible - friends and family hurting, either Loess or Tephra burning like a hell, more lands possibly joining in and innocent children being hurt - she had tried not to do anything to trigger her visions, but nevertheless they had come in the night. Still she stayed in the caverns she had chosen, waiting for the storms to pass. That wasn’t to say Hyaline was the same, for her. Or even if any land of the East was still a true home. But her friends no longer ruled, and neither did she. She was a piece of that past in which she did not quite belong. She strolled out to the Field some days, guiding those who asked with the knowledge of the lands that she had. But between those days and the next, she wandered. After all, the diplomat no longer had a true home, herself. Hurry, the sun is waking Darling, don't leave me waiting RE: Swimming in the depth of my love; any - Tunnel - 07-14-2019
The creature Tunnel does not make plans. His designs are created in the moments during which they are enacted. Seers do not find him easily even though he has no magical means of evading them. Most of the monsters in this forest hunt but this one does not, he only exists very still in the darkness until something comes to him or he suddenly moves off through the night.
like a shipwreck we die going into ourselves @[Ilma] RE: Swimming in the depth of my love; any - Ilma - 07-17-2019 Ilma One night I will be the moon hanging over you One night I will be a star follow where you are The sunlight of her wings changes every minute; slowly, but gradually, the setting of the sun becomes visible on her back. But between the trees, the light seems abundant, no matter the deepness of oranges and reds the wings are made of now. For the white mare this doesn’t matter; she’s as used to it as anyone is to the rise and setting of the light source each day. The stranger’s decision to follow up and investigate makes him known to her, the moment he makes it. That’s not to say that she sees him coming from far away - only that he does not surprise her when he appears to speak. She lifts her head to regard him, and lets whatever is left of the light dissipate just a little early - he seems to be more comfortable in the dark. For her, it is only a minor adjustment - it is so every night, now just a moment quicker. The white, ethereal mare shrugs at her new companion. ”Moths?” she smiles a little at his remarks. Moths are the least of her worries. For all that he accused her of carrying around the light, now she is a white shadow, a ghost in the darkness of the forest. But that’s not something she would rib in this moth’s face. ”Why would the moth belong in this forest any more or less than the light it chases?” Hurry, the sun is waking Darling, don't leave me waiting @[Tunnel] RE: Swimming in the depth of my love; any - Tunnel - 07-24-2019
Many come into this forest but he only interacts with a very few, usually only those unlucky enough to run into him directly. Its unusual for him to approach someone of his own accord. He considers her reply, eyes readjusting as the lights go out and she becomes a dim gray-white in the increasing darkness. “Moths are creatures of darkness, would you really want to see them in the light of day?” Dryly, and he moves closer still. He is no moth after all and does not lose interest once the light is doused.
like a shipwreck we die going into ourselves @[Ilma] RE: Swimming in the depth of my love; any - Ilma - 07-26-2019 Ilma One night I will be the moon hanging over you One night I will be a star follow where you are The blue grullo is an interesting figure, if not a little unsettling. Referring to himself as a moth drawn to her light, she can understand. But the way he creeps up on her or asks her is she really should want to see a moth in the light of day, she knows what kind of male he is. Unfortunately, her only son was once forced on her. Unfortunately, both his father and her son are blue dun males - though without them actually being as blue as this one. It was a time long ago, and she is an old woman now. Or, perhaps she feels that way with everything that has happened in her life after Llowell’s birth. Suddenly, she misses the friend who stood out for her - a man she had waited for, only to find a feral mountain lion instead. Now, she’s not so sure if she wants any man in her life at all any more - save for a single night perhaps. Neither matters as she deflects his question with a shrug and staying on-topic - not acknowledging the fact that the blue male referred to himself - one could think she was naive and didn’t know what he meant, though they would be mistaken. ”I happen to know beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I’m fairly certain that when one studies a moth more closely, they’ll find something pretty and intriguing there.” It is a philosophical answer to a hypothetical question, and she turns her head when his body heat lines up with hers, her flank not just yet touching him. From afar they might look lovers, but she is in no mood to take that illusion and run it any further. A quiver of her flank, as if an itchy fly had landed on it just before, and sweep of her tail to her hocks give away her irritation at his forthcoming, and she steps sideways minimally to let the cool clean night air form a barrier between them. It won’t hold long probably, yet it’s the physical contact she doesn’t approve of - not just avoiding him, but almost like a mother would do with her child when teaching it boundaries, she scolds him with her body language. Subtle - perhaps not something he picks up on, but the levels of scolding only start with this one, and she’d go by them step by step until he gets it. His question stops that train of thought - pauses it, really - and her fire-coloured eyes meet with his darker ones, observing, calculating. ”Resting. Grazing. Wandering to places of potential, so I happen to be where I need to be most of the time. You could argue we were supposed to meet - I didn’t know who would be here tonight, of course. But there was a potential meeting here.” She shrugs. ”It could be unimportant, though. The gift isn’t always decidedly accurate. But I like to think my presence can have an effect on someone, or their choices. Even if not right away, then in the future.” Why she tells him all of that, she isn’t quite sure. A stranger in the night is perhaps easier to talk to than the ones we already know; maybe it works both ways this time. Perhaps, she muses, getting out of the caves was a bad idea - or perhaps getting into the forest is. But she refuses to believe she is nothing; she just admitted that to him and to herself. So perhaps this insight is all she needs tonight - perhaps it is indeed time to mingle with the world once again. The only questions being where, when, and who. Hurry, the sun is waking Darling, don't leave me waiting @[Tunnel] |