Is this how it was meant to be? Amet; any - Printable Version +- Beqanna (https://beqanna.com/forum) +-- Forum: OOC (https://beqanna.com/forum/forumdisplay.php?fid=24) +--- Forum: Archive (https://beqanna.com/forum/forumdisplay.php?fid=81) +---- Forum: Lands (https://beqanna.com/forum/forumdisplay.php?fid=98) +----- Forum: Hyaline (https://beqanna.com/forum/forumdisplay.php?fid=92) +----- Thread: Is this how it was meant to be? Amet; any (/showthread.php?tid=14713) |
||||||
Is this how it was meant to be? Amet; any - Alayaya - 05-13-2017 Alayaya was alone as she wandered through Beqanna’s various dominions. In her freedom, she was a bead of sunlight, lithe and unattainable as she waltzed over landscapes which, somehow, were simultaneously old and new. Untouched wild country barely scarred by newly trodden paths which was yet full of history and whispered memories, just below the surface. Like Alayaya herself, there were layers of new beginnings, almost-forgotten disasters and forgotten secrets wrapped over the divided country of Beqanna. Whether intentionally, or by coincidence of wandering she came along a pass between the stony peaks that guarded the boundaries of the Lake just after the sun had climbed high enough to pour its pale morning light down their slopes and into the country. From the east and out of this light, or through it, came the palomino filly that morning. With the impetuous license of a child she never considered that her presence might not be welcome. Although she was silent, mere visual spectacle among the stones, there was a sing-song cadence to her steps and the innocence of her bold but hapless actions. Wreathed in sunlight she was almost ephemeral. She is sunlight and air, light trapped against the earth, and she shines with an unabashed vanity that contradicts her timid grace. Wisps of golden mane clung to pale skin, the sheen of sweat glittered lightly over her shoulders, but her eyes were bright and cold, sweet and open as they reached across the bare trees, craggy mountains and frosted green toward the center and the lake itself. As they fell upon the lake there was a curious transformation of her features and her little frame. Stillness settled over her, and the blank surprise of disbelief replaced a careless smile. The surface of the water drew no attention to itself but her eyes clung to it as though parched. The metallic sheen of her skin, the long thin legs and the delicate, carefully sculpted features of her face betrayed a desert breeding and long, unbroken generations of heat, sand, and survival. Wordless, she drifted forward, her eyes arrested on the water. She was entranced by the site of the Lake, as though such a thing were not possible. Her feet carried her lightly on, losing the playfulness of the previous moments, without the embellished dancing or the fits of speedy energy that branded her youth. She appeared older than she was, at that moment, her movements were without pretention but possessed of too much quiet confidence for a filly of her age. She halted at the water’s edge, her eyes lost below its surface but unseeing of the lake bed, awe and something else, something like fear, writ in them. She was still, framed against the mountains behind her, glittering in the shifting light of the sun’s angle above, her feet not quite touching the edge of the water. a l a y a y a OOC: This is not amazing. But I have been meaning to write this post for a while and I was tired of putting it off. RE: Is this how it was meant to be? Amet; any - Ivar - 05-13-2017
RE: Is this how it was meant to be? Amet; any - Amet - 05-20-2017 if there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes Amet @[Alayaya] @[Ivar] RE: Is this how it was meant to be? Amet; any - Alayaya - 05-22-2017 Alayaya had an excellent vantage point to watch the strange colt wander up from the distant depth of the lake, growing larger and larger through the distorted prism of the water’s surface until he appeared gigantically large. It wasn’t clear that she recognized what the shape was, as it approached. Her head tipped to one side as she watched, newly fascinated beyond whatever she had been drawn to in the first place. Her demeanor had changed almost instantly as the shadow had moved over the lake bed below. Perhaps subconsciously aware of an impending audience she regained some of the energy she had lost in her quick walk to the edge of the water. There was a trembling, almost fidgeting eagerness again that consumed her slight frame. She took a practical step back from the edge of the water once the figure started to disturb it enough to generate small waves. Fascinated blue eyes held the kelpie until he rose from the water; small and familiar-shaped. As he stepped toward the bank through the shallows she laughed, enjoying the reveal, musical notes escaping with the thrum of energy under her skin, glittering like the sunlight in the cool morning air between them. This may have been what called his attention, for he seemed to notice her then. She studied his face. She recognized he was a little younger than herself, but already they were nearly the same size and eventually, he would be much larger. Everything Alayaya practised was a show, from the extravagant grace of her footsteps to the dancer’s perfectly beguiling expressions writ in her little face. And while none of it was truly false, and certainly not unbecoming, they hid more than one would suppose, in a creature so small and frail. As she met the colt it was no different; she stood casually, openness and unperturbed childhood confidence on obvious display, the previous moment’s stillness and disquiet banished into no one’s memory. The silence after his question dragged on a little bit as she watched him. Finally, just after the moment got awkward she spoke too; “Hello,” she said, in a voice of shy adolescence, her gaze carrying coyly from the dripping colt to the young stallion now drawing closer from along the bank. She smiled; a fleeting, powerful expression, and moved toward Ivar in the swift, fluid way of unfiltered sunlight, her skin flashing gold under the rising sun overhead. She pressed her cheek gently to his in a more intimate hello than either of them were entitled, having never met before, and then spun away again, bubbling with unlikely energy, and threw the weight of her gaze on Amet’s larger, stronger figure where, for the first time, they gave away something of the understanding that lay beneath them; the reason that restrained euphoria. The cool wetness of the lake, passed from Ivar’s face to her own, ran along her cheek. To a casual, distant observer it might seem that she had waited to answer Ivar until Amet was within easy earshot. As Amet spoke she levelled her wide, over-bright blue eyes into his with a little too much recognition, too much familiarity, to fit with the carefree impish figure she was enacting this morning. The sun gathered over her skin and reflected from it in warm waves, as though from hot sand, and slipped along the metallic sheen of her coat in a mirage of bright youth unchallenged by tragedy or oppression. “Amet!” She said, the word rolling with an exotic flavour, her lips wrapping around the dry, brittle desert sound of his name. She did not dwell there, but threw the full of her exuberant gaze again to the dripping dark colt again. “This is Ivar! He’s a fish.” The unflinching confidence in her voice did not expect or encourage correction, nor did it appear to allow that the idea that this boy might be simultaneously a fish and a horse was in any way unusual. It certainly was unusual, but Alayaya was too young to have pre-conceived notions about breathing water or air. “I am not a fish,” She clarified, “I’m a girl.” a l a y a y a RE: Is this how it was meant to be? Amet; any - Ivar - 05-27-2017
RE: Is this how it was meant to be? Amet; any - Amet - 05-28-2017 if there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes Amet |