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when we were young and free - Avelina - 08-03-2020
for Narya RE: when we were young and free - Narya - 09-13-2020 i've been sleeping so long in a twenty-year dark night and now i see daylight When Anonya had left her here, Narya had tried to follow her mother, her doe-like eyes large and glimmering with tears that gathered on the rims. “Please don’t go,” she had pleaded with her softly, and the smile that her mother had given her was a sympathetic one. “You will be fine, Narya,” the pale mare had whispered as she pressed another kiss to her forehead, “I want you to make friends your own age, and that isn’t going to happen if you’re just with me all the time. I promise I will be back for you before dusk.” She wilted a little at the fact her mother was not budging on this, but the promise of her coming back was enough to make her reluctantly agree. She was too young to know all the ways her mother’s heart was broken, and too young to know that Anonya was afraid her sorrow was going to bleed all over her young daughter. Trying not to feel abandoned she had turned away from her mother’s retreating form, and stared hesitantly at this new place. Moving away from the clearing where most of them gathered she began to wander through the thickets of trees, doing her best to stop checking to see where the sun was at in the sky – secretly begging it to lower just a little faster. When she hears a voice whisper a name she startles sideways, accidentally squealing outloud in alarm. Her heart hammering in her small chest she turns to find a dark filly, and with her eyes wide she manages to stammer, “I’m sorry, I….I didn’t know anyone else was here.” Her cheeks feel hot, both from embarrassment at being scared and from the fear itself. “I’m Narya,” she offers her, and she’s not sure why, maybe just out of desperation to move past the fact she had been frightened by someone’s voice. narya @[Avelina] RE: when we were young and free - Avelina - 09-27-2020
@[Narya] RE: when we were young and free - Narya - 10-12-2020 i've been sleeping so long in a twenty-year dark night and now i see daylight The other girl seems friendly, and she can feel herself beginning to relax. She is not sure why, but the idea of making friends had seemed terrifying. She had been so certain that no one would like her. Even from her mother’s shadow she had been able to see that she was, in comparison to so many, entirely plain. She remembers the first time she had met her father, and marveled at his magnificent wings. She remembers every stranger they passed in the meadow, and how they glittered and glinted, how they were every color of the rainbow. Even her mother, though a simple white, still had a mane and tail tangled with flowers, and a heavenly glow that reminded Narya of what angels on earth must look like. But she was just bay. Though her mother would tell her that she was not just bay, and Anonya would go on to compare her to all the other beautiful auburn things she could think of, and remind her that magic might find her when she is least expecting it. “Ava,” she repeats the other girl’s name, and follows her gaze up into the trees. “Um...I don’t think I’ve seen your brother, but I guess if he turned into a squirrel I might not have known it was him?” She turns her attention back to the filly, wondering if she can do something like that, too. It would be just her luck to make a friend that would most likely be bored by her inability to do anything. “Not really,” she says with a shake of her delicate head. “They’re a lot older than me.” Her mother didn't talk about her older siblings much, and she knew she had more half-siblings from her father, and Anonya spoke of them even less. She was too young to understand the complicated nature of Plume and Anonya's relationship, but she was intuitive enough to know the tension was there. She didn't pry; she learned that she hated the quiet sadness on her mother's face when she did. “Is he your twin brother?” She asks with a little bit of awe in her voice once she realizes he must be their age if he was possibly in the playground. narya @[Avelina] |