05-25-2018, 12:27 PM
haze like a fever
i fell like a dreamer for sweet tea and lemonade; it clings to my t-shirt it’s loud and it lingers, designed to suffocate. i light up to find what i’ve known all this time, there’s some beauty here yet
The sun is warm on her shoulders and it dips her dark mane in auburn highlight. Tall, high spring grass waves gently in a breeze that soothes her skin and the flowers that blossom up around the grasses seem to dance from the effect of the air. The sky is beginning to change from the crisp spring blue to the shades of sunset (lavender and apricot and rose and navy) as the sun drops below the faces of the mountains. Their summits are still ivory with snow while their foothills are dappled with the colors of blossoming flora and foliage.
Wishbone is far from the border at this point, following a stream brimming with brisk water from the mountain run-off. Her amber eyes search the landscape for signs of her sister. Solace hadn’t been at the diplomatic meeting, despite her duties as a queen, and the girl wants to make sure the news of her heirship reaches her sister’s ears from her own mouth.
Her thoughts move just as rapidly as the current of the stream — memories of her last visit in Hyaline, the sudden weight of her potential queenship, wondering if Solace is okay. It’s unlike her sister to ignore the call of a diplomat, especially when it is family. A piece of her feels deeply uncomfortable and worried after Solace. Though, she wonders, if something dangerous had happened to Hyaline’s queen, Wishbone is certain it would have been mentioned in the meeting.
Finding her own solution to her worried thoughts, the mahogany girl allows a honey-whiskey call to leave the depths of her throat. “Solace?”
Wishbone is far from the border at this point, following a stream brimming with brisk water from the mountain run-off. Her amber eyes search the landscape for signs of her sister. Solace hadn’t been at the diplomatic meeting, despite her duties as a queen, and the girl wants to make sure the news of her heirship reaches her sister’s ears from her own mouth.
Her thoughts move just as rapidly as the current of the stream — memories of her last visit in Hyaline, the sudden weight of her potential queenship, wondering if Solace is okay. It’s unlike her sister to ignore the call of a diplomat, especially when it is family. A piece of her feels deeply uncomfortable and worried after Solace. Though, she wonders, if something dangerous had happened to Hyaline’s queen, Wishbone is certain it would have been mentioned in the meeting.
Finding her own solution to her worried thoughts, the mahogany girl allows a honey-whiskey call to leave the depths of her throat. “Solace?”
@[Solace]