10-03-2020, 12:37 PM
Astra Daggenhardt
She found comfort within the sands, somehow. The soft whisper it made as it blew in the wind, and the soft feeling underfoot gave her peace of mind. The dry, hardy grass here had a special smell in the sun, and as it filled her lungs she felt comforted, letting her once hurried pace slow to a gentle walk. Her limbs still ached as she walked, but it could not be helped. Steadily she strolled through the canyon, letting the sunlight bathe her skin as her eyes closed.
She was blissful in this moment, despite the trauma she'd endured not too long ago. In this moment, there was no fear, nor sadness, there was just the quiet of the rocks around her, accompanied and broken only by the gentle gale that whispered in her ears. Gingerly, she stretched her wings, letting the sun warm them to feel something besides the ache that moving them brought. Though she despised the grey stallion that had thrown her into the afterlife and beyond, she was thankful at least that when she returned, he'd mended her wings. Even if she could not fly again yet, it was better than never being able to fly again for the rest of her life. She could not imagine a life where she couldn't glide through the air, nor could she imagine a feeling more blissful than the wind through her feathers as the sun kissed her skin.
Astra paused, gazing around her at warm hues that surrounded her. No matter how wonderful the flowers may be elsewhere, this place always called back to her, and she never failed to return to the warmth of the sands.
She was blissful in this moment, despite the trauma she'd endured not too long ago. In this moment, there was no fear, nor sadness, there was just the quiet of the rocks around her, accompanied and broken only by the gentle gale that whispered in her ears. Gingerly, she stretched her wings, letting the sun warm them to feel something besides the ache that moving them brought. Though she despised the grey stallion that had thrown her into the afterlife and beyond, she was thankful at least that when she returned, he'd mended her wings. Even if she could not fly again yet, it was better than never being able to fly again for the rest of her life. She could not imagine a life where she couldn't glide through the air, nor could she imagine a feeling more blissful than the wind through her feathers as the sun kissed her skin.
Astra paused, gazing around her at warm hues that surrounded her. No matter how wonderful the flowers may be elsewhere, this place always called back to her, and she never failed to return to the warmth of the sands.
One life with one dream on repeat