01-20-2018, 02:24 PM
the secret of our world is written in the stars
Soft and gentle moonlight spills onto the meadow’s spindly green grasses that sway gently in the warm summertime breeze. Touches of silver illuminate different rocks and trees, cascading and trickling over into the darkness that their shadows hide. Thousands upon thousands of never-ending stars ignite the inky black expanse that stretches above him, yawning indefinitely into nothingness. He can almost feel the pinpricks of stars on his back, washing him in a starlit glow that melts into the alabaster and pale-gold of his two-toned skin.
Though Svedka has always loved the sun and everything beneath it, he has never been frightened of the dark. The darkness only reminds him that light is soon to follow, and brings memories of the fire-lit dances of his mother’s homeland, or the burning red and orange of Tephra’s volcano.
Solace, his twin, had asked him to venture away from Hyaline - something that he never thought would leave her lips - and trusted that he would return. He would, of course, because no matter how much his heart and soul longs for the wildness of the open, it will always draw itself back to her. So she lets him free, to wander in the meadow, and he hopes she knows that he will return to her. Corvus is there, too, and though he had not seen his buckskin lover in awhile, he is not the type to sit and worry. There are many in Hyaline that grip him with their enchantments, and now that he has begun to build relationships with those people, he would be too curious about them to never return.
As he approaches the center of the meadow, the trek from Hyaline to it now brings him on the cusp of dawn, where darkness still roams powerful but the pulse of the sun quickens beneath the horizon. Despite his traveling, he is not tired - he has not been to the meadow since he was a young colt, and he wonders what mischief will find him today. Smoak is around here somewhere, flitting in and out of the meadow and the forest, adventuring and exploring the same as himself. Perhaps he would run into him today as well.
Though Svedka has always loved the sun and everything beneath it, he has never been frightened of the dark. The darkness only reminds him that light is soon to follow, and brings memories of the fire-lit dances of his mother’s homeland, or the burning red and orange of Tephra’s volcano.
Solace, his twin, had asked him to venture away from Hyaline - something that he never thought would leave her lips - and trusted that he would return. He would, of course, because no matter how much his heart and soul longs for the wildness of the open, it will always draw itself back to her. So she lets him free, to wander in the meadow, and he hopes she knows that he will return to her. Corvus is there, too, and though he had not seen his buckskin lover in awhile, he is not the type to sit and worry. There are many in Hyaline that grip him with their enchantments, and now that he has begun to build relationships with those people, he would be too curious about them to never return.
As he approaches the center of the meadow, the trek from Hyaline to it now brings him on the cusp of dawn, where darkness still roams powerful but the pulse of the sun quickens beneath the horizon. Despite his traveling, he is not tired - he has not been to the meadow since he was a young colt, and he wonders what mischief will find him today. Smoak is around here somewhere, flitting in and out of the meadow and the forest, adventuring and exploring the same as himself. Perhaps he would run into him today as well.
(be my escape)
Svedka