Endless seas of clouds, after a while they all started to look the same, keeping her constantly wondering just how far she'd flown. Even glimpses of the migratory birds she'd been halfheartedly following were lost to the blankets of misty vapor. Though fatigue slowly begins to stunt the beats of her wings, Pleni pushes through. Theres been nothing but perpetual doom beneath her hooves for many miles, no place to land but the abyss that the ocean offered. In fact she was beginning to panic, afraid to dip below the cloud line blocking her vision from what was below, afraid to see yet another blue desert that she feared would be her grave. She belonged up here, lost in the whites and pinks of the sky and for a moment she tries to forget the exhaustion, tries to forget why she left in the first place. The absence of thoughts, the absence of regret, it's quite a beautiful thing. She didn't exactly want this, pushing herself to her limits, holding deaths hand to waltz down the cosmos. But it feels good, it feels real, the blood thumping through her veins, the adrenaline fueling each rhythmic surge of her wings. Pleni has always and continues to learn that surrendering, and accepting not only death, but just how quickly heavens gates open for her when she needs them the most. Perhaps she would float, should she choose to give up. Besides, it's only up from here. Desperation is a funny thing, she's found it to be a bit backwards. Something grasped so tight, crumbled. Yet, to ignore, to forget, once held so dear, always found it's way back in the most unexpected of ways.
Conceivably, her desperation turned to surrender. Dipping below the clouds, the breath she wants to hold expels once she sees the solid ground awaiting her beneath, a mirage, afraid the soil will begin to liquify into the torturous waves. But it doesn't, as she descends the welcoming spring grasses grace her legs, she enjoys it momentarily before her knees buckle in exhaustion. The air in her lungs stings, even as she lays in paradise, its not enough for her to behold. The venerability as she plops onto her belly creeps up her spine, but she's much too weak to care. Would she even see another face again? Allow her voice to be heard? Each thought becomes distant, but she hones in on one specifically. The coppery tinge of blood fills her nose, trickling down her muzzle and this moment, she continues to surrender. Such beauty in submission she thinks, the unknown awaited her like soft blankets of flowers, wether on the edge of death, or what's left of life clinging to her ribs, Pleni was there to accept it.
PLENILUNE
there's splendor in your chaos
Open to any, its been a while since I've stretched my wings, (ba dum tsss)
(also if you have issues reading, table is bugged for now, best to reply or read on laptop/computer oof)