04-06-2019, 11:21 AM
Aodhán
little fire
All that is gold does not glitter; not all who wander are lost
I sometimes wish I could fly.
I'll swim the ocean between Nerine and the Isle, and pretend I'm not floating in the sea but in the sky. With the seagulls around, that illusion only works temporarily, but the goal today is not pretend I'm floating above some endless ground.
Today, I'm walking between the clouds.
Sure, in summer, most of the mist is gone by midday. But even as a teenager, I retain some of my imagination, and so I happily trot between the forest's trees and bushes, looking bright as ever (I'm pretty clever, sure; but mostly I have some actual ice on me that never melts but reflects the sun). I'm not sure where I'm going today, it could be the meadow or maybe Tephra. There, I can't accidentally burn much, you see.
However, there is someone here. Someone who doesn't smell of Beqanna much, and so I stop to investigate. A deep breath follows, and like the big brother that I am now, I won't be afraid to go greet her. In fact, when I do see her, I grin happily. "Oh hi! You're pretty." I tell her, certain of this fact. Her grey coat and white wings remind me of home, of the rocks and ice and snow.
I'll swim the ocean between Nerine and the Isle, and pretend I'm not floating in the sea but in the sky. With the seagulls around, that illusion only works temporarily, but the goal today is not pretend I'm floating above some endless ground.
Today, I'm walking between the clouds.
Sure, in summer, most of the mist is gone by midday. But even as a teenager, I retain some of my imagination, and so I happily trot between the forest's trees and bushes, looking bright as ever (I'm pretty clever, sure; but mostly I have some actual ice on me that never melts but reflects the sun). I'm not sure where I'm going today, it could be the meadow or maybe Tephra. There, I can't accidentally burn much, you see.
However, there is someone here. Someone who doesn't smell of Beqanna much, and so I stop to investigate. A deep breath follows, and like the big brother that I am now, I won't be afraid to go greet her. In fact, when I do see her, I grin happily. "Oh hi! You're pretty." I tell her, certain of this fact. Her grey coat and white wings remind me of home, of the rocks and ice and snow.
@[Nimue Isolde]