08-02-2018, 11:58 AM
Burning, burning, burning.
Summer heat burns through the skin of the purple woman, and she feels as though her blood is boiling just from the sunlight. She has to move, move, move and get herself out of the sun before her innards begin to cook and her blood bursts from her arteries and capillaries and all of the other veins that create a complex web just under her skin. There is a copse of trees up ahead... no--a forest? She cannot tell from the distance but she knows she has to run, run, run and get there before she begins to end.
It is most definitely a forest, she decides as she grows closer to the looming pines. A forest she can get lost in, a forest she can lose herself in. She just has to get there first, before she burns up like an ant under a magnifying glass. Is there smoke? She doesn't smell smoke but that doesn't mean there isn't smoke. She is going to burn, burn, burn if she doesn't hurry up, and there will be nothing anyone can do to save her.
Why would they want to save the crazy, burning girl anyways?
She is in such a hurry she nearly stumbles over her enormous hooves as she enters the trees, desperate to get deep enough within them that she cannot feel the sun's oppressive heat threatening to strangle her any longer. Photophobia. Thermophobia. The words bounce around in her head, though she isn't quite sure of what they mean. They're words her mother used, years and years ago, when In was just a child. She had been born amongst caverns and forests deeper than the eye can imagine, and hadn't even seen sunlight until she was over a year old. Caverns are chilly, damp; can you blame her for fearing the heat, as well?
Finally, she is deep enough within the trees that when she looks up, she can no longer see the sun anymore. Good, good, good, she thinks, heart thundering as she slows to a halt. Her mother had warned her to only go out at night if the sun and heat scared her so, but In had never been good at following directions. Maybe she'll learn one day to stop chasing her fears, but clearly today was not the day.
There is a rustle nearby and In startles, but she is not afraid of another horse. They aren't scary, even the ones with draconic wings and fangs that want to rip her throat out. "Hello?" she calls softly, and she hopes she doesn't look like she's just been running for her life (spoiler alert: she does).
Summer heat burns through the skin of the purple woman, and she feels as though her blood is boiling just from the sunlight. She has to move, move, move and get herself out of the sun before her innards begin to cook and her blood bursts from her arteries and capillaries and all of the other veins that create a complex web just under her skin. There is a copse of trees up ahead... no--a forest? She cannot tell from the distance but she knows she has to run, run, run and get there before she begins to end.
It is most definitely a forest, she decides as she grows closer to the looming pines. A forest she can get lost in, a forest she can lose herself in. She just has to get there first, before she burns up like an ant under a magnifying glass. Is there smoke? She doesn't smell smoke but that doesn't mean there isn't smoke. She is going to burn, burn, burn if she doesn't hurry up, and there will be nothing anyone can do to save her.
Why would they want to save the crazy, burning girl anyways?
She is in such a hurry she nearly stumbles over her enormous hooves as she enters the trees, desperate to get deep enough within them that she cannot feel the sun's oppressive heat threatening to strangle her any longer. Photophobia. Thermophobia. The words bounce around in her head, though she isn't quite sure of what they mean. They're words her mother used, years and years ago, when In was just a child. She had been born amongst caverns and forests deeper than the eye can imagine, and hadn't even seen sunlight until she was over a year old. Caverns are chilly, damp; can you blame her for fearing the heat, as well?
Finally, she is deep enough within the trees that when she looks up, she can no longer see the sun anymore. Good, good, good, she thinks, heart thundering as she slows to a halt. Her mother had warned her to only go out at night if the sun and heat scared her so, but In had never been good at following directions. Maybe she'll learn one day to stop chasing her fears, but clearly today was not the day.
There is a rustle nearby and In startles, but she is not afraid of another horse. They aren't scary, even the ones with draconic wings and fangs that want to rip her throat out. "Hello?" she calls softly, and she hopes she doesn't look like she's just been running for her life (spoiler alert: she does).