05-16-2018, 12:55 PM
Nymf
It was dusk, and the sun was behind her as she flew above the land drifting ever so slightly below the horizon. It felt good to be carried by the strength of her wings once more. Lost among the clouds her mind had quieted and she felt as peace with the world. She’d set off with no direction, leaving the river behind her as she pressed onwards farther away from her home. Trusting in the wind to carry her as she drifted aimlessly. The only mark of the time she’d spent traveling was the changing of the sun across the sky.
Sudden fatigue washed over her, and she exhaled heavily into the space around her. She knew her time to return was overdue, no doubt they were wondering where she’d slipped off to.
With a heavy sigh she lowered herself towards the ground, her feet catching her weight in one effortless motion. The ground was soft here, with the snow bordering the path and collecting at the base of the trees that dotted the landscape. The wide-open space was only interrupted by a large lake sat proudly at it’s center. Glancing around her all seemed quiet with hints of winter bursting through a thin layer of snow.
Sprigs of grass littered the path, clinging for life amongst the frost. Quietly she ambled closer, tucking her wings up to create a blanket of warmth upon her back. Nerine was notably warmer; the coastal breeze kept the colder winds at bay.
It’d been too long since she’d left the safety of Nerine and it felt odd to be parted from the familiar crashing of the waves. The salty scent and coarse touch of seagrass had grown to be a comfort to her. Sand and rocks and caves had become such a normal part of her day to day life that the earth beneath her hooves felt foreign to her. As she walked the solid ground beneath her was strange. She’d grown accustomed to the give of sand with every step.
The birds sang their song, filling her ears with their pleasantly pitched crooning. It was nice to take a break from the barking of the seabirds. There was no melody to their conversations and it did become admittedly irksome at times.
However, comforting the familiarity of Nerine had become, Nymf could not distract herself from the aching loneliness that grew inside of her. For the first time in her life she found herself alone. Except for Kiwi, she had no family to call her own. Her whole life she had been surrounded by family and, until the moment it’d been stolen from her, she’d never quite realized how important her dynamic had been. Their love had defined her and molded her into the person she’d become. Now she found herself beginning to change once more and she wasn’t entirely convinced that it was a change that she was enjoying.
Lowering her head, she nibbled on the stale grass. She yearned for spring and wished for it with every passing day. Spring would bring new life and, with it, new hope.
Sudden fatigue washed over her, and she exhaled heavily into the space around her. She knew her time to return was overdue, no doubt they were wondering where she’d slipped off to.
With a heavy sigh she lowered herself towards the ground, her feet catching her weight in one effortless motion. The ground was soft here, with the snow bordering the path and collecting at the base of the trees that dotted the landscape. The wide-open space was only interrupted by a large lake sat proudly at it’s center. Glancing around her all seemed quiet with hints of winter bursting through a thin layer of snow.
Sprigs of grass littered the path, clinging for life amongst the frost. Quietly she ambled closer, tucking her wings up to create a blanket of warmth upon her back. Nerine was notably warmer; the coastal breeze kept the colder winds at bay.
It’d been too long since she’d left the safety of Nerine and it felt odd to be parted from the familiar crashing of the waves. The salty scent and coarse touch of seagrass had grown to be a comfort to her. Sand and rocks and caves had become such a normal part of her day to day life that the earth beneath her hooves felt foreign to her. As she walked the solid ground beneath her was strange. She’d grown accustomed to the give of sand with every step.
The birds sang their song, filling her ears with their pleasantly pitched crooning. It was nice to take a break from the barking of the seabirds. There was no melody to their conversations and it did become admittedly irksome at times.
However, comforting the familiarity of Nerine had become, Nymf could not distract herself from the aching loneliness that grew inside of her. For the first time in her life she found herself alone. Except for Kiwi, she had no family to call her own. Her whole life she had been surrounded by family and, until the moment it’d been stolen from her, she’d never quite realized how important her dynamic had been. Their love had defined her and molded her into the person she’d become. Now she found herself beginning to change once more and she wasn’t entirely convinced that it was a change that she was enjoying.
Lowering her head, she nibbled on the stale grass. She yearned for spring and wished for it with every passing day. Spring would bring new life and, with it, new hope.
teach these broken wings to fly
@[Smoak]