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walking on dreams; iri - Solace - 05-18-2020
S olace we're reeling through an endless fall
we are the ever-living ghost of what once was RE: walking on dreams; iri - iridian - 05-18-2020
She misses them when they have to leave her, but this is the only way she has ever known, this strange half-separation, these always in-betweens. So she doesn’t fuss when they leave, and she doesn’t cry while they’re gone, but there are tiny fissures appearing on the surface of her heart that seem to thicken every day. Especially when Indius has to leave, that boy who holds the other half of her soul. But they’ve taught her how to make friends, how to entertain herself with the beautiful world momma made for her - told her not to change too much because sometimes with dreams there are nightmares too, and they don’t want her to unleash one and not know how to send it away again. Except it is hard to resist the pull of the magic beneath her skin, or to ignore the way this place feels so malleable against her thoughts. So she hopes quietly that neither of them notice that there is a grove of bright rainbow colored trees nearby, or the chittering family of flower-patterned squirrels that live there. She feels the very moment that mother falls asleep, because her beautiful mind is like a golden thread that Iri yanks hopelessly closer even though she needn’t worry. Mother always comes here with her right away. She bounds excitedly through the tall autumn-colored grass, and her joy sheds into the colors around her until everything has taken on a gem-tone copy of the original. The grass is emerald and topaz, the flowers like amethyst and tourmaline, but nothing is as bright as her beautiful Solace who she collides into helplessly in a tangle of red and white wings. “I missed you!” She says, regaining her balance and nuzzling her delicate face against a gold and white chest just exactly the perfect shape for cuddles. “Are momma and Indi coming too?” She wonders, though she already tried to find their missing threads and tugged them without any response. It’s okay though, she knows they can’t always be here even if she doesn’t entirely understand why. “Maybe later, yeah?” Her navy eyes try so hard to be gentle because she’s learning what guilt looks like when it crosses mother’s beautiful face, and Iri doesn’t like when she feels bad. “Maybe we can build a mother and iri place!” She suggests hopefully, imagining a place where the clouds float low enough to touch and the flowers are big enough to nap in. “I’ve got some pretty good ideas.” Her tail waggles hopefully. iridian we are infinite as the universe we hold inside RE: walking on dreams; iri - Solace - 05-24-2020
It hurts her to leave, it abrades her soul. If only she could stay with Iri always, she could keep her from harm. S olace we're reeling through an endless fall
we are the ever-living ghost of what once was RE: walking on dreams; iri - iridian - 06-15-2020
She loves the way mother pulls her in close, surrounding her with love and light and the soft feathers of such beautiful blue wings. It feels a little like being cradled in a sky, like having clouds pressed against her sides someplace she is so safe and so loved, and none of the burdens newly placed on her shoulders have any weight to them at all. Her eyes are closed and her smile is giant as she listens to the thrum-beat of mother’s beautiful heart, basks in the love in the way Solace nuzzles her wild mane all back in place. “I try to teach it to behave but it just won’t listen.” She murmurs in her darling bashful way, navy eyes open again and searching for approval in the matching shade of mothers eyes. “Kinda like me, huh?” And just like that she’s grinning again. But Solace speaks again and Iri can feel delight leaping in her chest, feel the wings of a thousand butterflies fluttering in her slender belly. “Pictures?!” The thought fills her with so very much love, and she nearly glows with it like mother does as she rubs her chestnut spotted cheek against a molten gold shoulder. It is so nice to be loved, to be so important to the ones that matter so much to her. Then mother lifts her wings and Iri can feel excitement rise to a fever-pitch in her chest as she takes a few readying steps back, leaning down a little to perfect her pounce pose. Her tail curls up, her little rump wiggling like a kitten, and when those sky blue wings come down and turn the world into beautiful motion, Iri turns too. She spins and whirls and bounds, leaping after the dandelion puffs with wild abandon. And when Solace catches her eyes and says, show me what you had in mind, Iri beams at her. Without warning, giant mushrooms erupt all around them, soft and spongy but strong enough to hold them up as she leaps onto the nearest one. She pauses, looking back at Solace and extending those red and beautiful wings to help keep her balanced. “Let’s see if we can reach the clouds.” And then she’s turning and bounding onto the next mushroom, using a flutter of her wings here and there to propel her to the ones almost too high to reach. iridian we are infinite as the universe we hold inside RE: walking on dreams; iri - Solace - 06-29-2020
Whimsical mushrooms erupt around them, and with a laugh of pure-enjoyment, Solace leaps for the first one. With little Iri bounding before her, they race for the clouds, and Solace is content to follow. They climb and climb, the mushrooms continuously appearing before them just in time, never afraid of the fall. The world below fades away as they leap and bound, the blues and golds are replaced with amethyst as they reach into the sky. The sugar-spun clouds they had been chasing gather around their racing hooves, and Solace tries to fight the encroaching bittersweet ache in her chest. S olace we're reeling through an endless fall we are the ever-living ghost of what once was the mega-post no one asked for RE: walking on dreams; iri - iridian - 06-29-2020 Iridian is a symphony of sound and laughter as she bounds fearlessly on ahead of her mother, leaping from one mushroom to the next until the sky itself morphs to a color that reminds her of the inside of a gem. It is so beautiful up here, and it is made even more beautiful by the pegasus woman keeping pace at her shoulder. She turns to glance over at Solace, her little face alight with sunshine and exhilaration as her sides heave with the effort of climbing. It is in that moment that she notices how the clouds unravel from their mountainous forms, rebuilding into shapes that make her smile for their intimate familiarity. Horses - she can tell by their features, their ears and eyes and noses, four pounding legs and wild waving manes. She laughs again, feeling absolute joy at such a wonderful addition from her mother - which is of course also the same moment the dream they’ve built together comes completely undone. She sinks beside her mother, startled and confused, breathless for a moment until she is sure she isn’t falling but rather floating safely down. It still leaves her with a weightless sensation in her chest that leaves her feeling dizzy for a long few moments before she blinks and shakes her head, and then peers around them quietly. She doesn’t understand why the dream changed so suddenly, or where the colors have gone, because everywhere she looks are shades of cold. Silver and blue and white. Mothers wings envelope her, and she shrinks back readily into her familiar warmth, reaching up to nuzzle that delicate face. “Don’t be sorry, mama, it’s alright.” She is glad to disappear into the universe that is her mother, shades of white and gold and sky blue, soft feathers and warm skin that smells like home. But it isn’t before the ghosts around them press in closer and she can see the details of their faces solidify. She does not know them, but she knows the way of dreams, knows that these faces came from someone. Just as she knows the only other someone here is Solace. “Who are they?” She whispers, careful not to shatter the images of them with the sound of her delicate voice as she presses in closer to mother. They feel more like ghosts than friends now, and she finds she is reluctant to see them again so she stays hidden away within the cocoon of blue feather. She keeps her cheek pressed to Solace’s but then pulls away an inch to look up when something damp touches her skin. Worry changes the color of her eyes, turning navy into dark blue crystal as she reaches up to wipe the tear away, her voice as soft as gossamer. “Why are you crying?” iridian we are infinite as the universe we hold inside RE: walking on dreams; iri - Solace - 07-07-2020
S olace we're reeling through an endless fall
we are the ever-living ghost of what once was RE: walking on dreams; iri - iridian - 09-13-2020
She feels more wary now when Solace opens her wings and frees Iri from that warm cocoon of bright, beautiful blue. She is slow to peel herself away, lingering an extra moment to nuzzle her little face into mama’s gold and white shoulder as if this will soothe the little flare of uncertainty clawing softly in her belly. Whatever had been out there had made mama so sad, sad enough to draw tears from her quiet, beautiful eyes. It feels oddly scary to see someone as strong as Solace with tears on her cheeks. But there is a new shift in their shared energy as Iri turns to face the ghosts again, no longer enchanted by what had seemed like such fun before. She huddles back shyly against Solace’s chest, those wide blue eyes so dark and luminous they seem almost awkward on her delicate doe-like face. But the ghosts are smaller now, and when Iri glances up at her mama, she can see they have all of her quiet attention. She is so surprised by the words that follow, those blue eyes growing even wider for an instant before she glances back to the cloud horse, her little face tipped in genuine curiosity. “My sister?” There is such honest delight in her expression as she inches closer, head dropped low to peer at all the amazing details mother has built for her. “She’s sooo pretty.” Iri says dreamily, admiring the ocean shade of blue and golden sunshine infused into the cloud. She almost misses the use of past tense, but it catches like a tuft of soft down in thorns of a rose. “Was?” She whispers, turning to look up at her mama again and missing the moment Valdis races on. There is a new horse to replace the last though, and Iri looks on with a more guarded sense of wonder as she quietly learns the feeling of loss and what it is to mourn. “She looks so much like you and mother.” Iridian notes, her eyes tracing the tangle of antlers and the leopard markings. It is easy to see that Oriash Is the best of both women. “Is she nice?” She watches Ori vanish, replaced again by another mama calls Velk. “That’s a funny name.” She says, but she is smiling, delighted all the same by the way it tickles her lips when she tries to repeat it softly. “I like it very much.” She can hardly see mama in him though, except in the blue of his hair. “What does a healer heal?” She wonders aloud, taking a single step after him to watch as he goes with the other two. Gone forever, but not like Valdis. A fourth swirls beside them, and she watches him gallop in that slow-motion way. “Rhaegor.” She repeats thoughtfully, examining him so close with those large navy eyes. “What’s wrong with his heart?” The delicate girl has eased forward to peer and squint and tilt her head at the strange wound on his chest. “Does he need Velk?” She smiles proudly at remembering the name, and that he is a healer. “I want to meet them all, mama. Do you think they’ll want to meet me?” Her gaze softens with just a shade of pale worry as Rhaegor vanishes and it is just them again, alone in the dreamscape. iridian we are infinite as the universe we hold inside |