12-11-2020, 02:29 AM
Out with the golden we sew, and the lower past that crawls.
Now, to the doorway you run, to the girl that's not lost.
Now, to the doorway you run, to the girl that's not lost.
A sweet dream fades away as I awaken on Taigan soil. My lips smack with the taste of Solace yet upon them as the warmth of her hand gives a final squeeze in the dreamscape; come back soon, lovely, she murmurs. I always do.
Ah, Taiga. Its looming redwoods feel something like home now, what with my visiting this land more than the others during my time away from the hubbub of mainstream Beqanna. Even now my eyes close to again remember the sweetness of my dream there upon one of the private Tephran beaches that Solace and I claimed on behalf of our many wandersome family members. What can I say, retirement feels good on these ageless bones! It also feels good to have my first round of midlife crises behind me. Enough drama exists in my past for a lifetime -- and I suppose that that's exactly what I have.
When my sleepy hooves sink into the loam at the border of the territory, a snort of curiosity billows from my nostrils. Lilliana's scent smells stronger here than ever before! Emboldened by this discovery (and by the assurance of my friendship with the chestnut mare), I step into Taiga instead of waiting for an escort. A smile sweeps across my features. It shall be good to see my friend again.
At a brisk trot, with black tail streaming in an arch behind me, I pull at my current company the fog and twist it into apparitions of foxes and deer bounding by my side. The foxes grin their wide grins and the deers' wide eyes twinkle; with a laugh, I remark to myself that it feels good to be free.
Ah, Taiga. Its looming redwoods feel something like home now, what with my visiting this land more than the others during my time away from the hubbub of mainstream Beqanna. Even now my eyes close to again remember the sweetness of my dream there upon one of the private Tephran beaches that Solace and I claimed on behalf of our many wandersome family members. What can I say, retirement feels good on these ageless bones! It also feels good to have my first round of midlife crises behind me. Enough drama exists in my past for a lifetime -- and I suppose that that's exactly what I have.
When my sleepy hooves sink into the loam at the border of the territory, a snort of curiosity billows from my nostrils. Lilliana's scent smells stronger here than ever before! Emboldened by this discovery (and by the assurance of my friendship with the chestnut mare), I step into Taiga instead of waiting for an escort. A smile sweeps across my features. It shall be good to see my friend again.
At a brisk trot, with black tail streaming in an arch behind me, I pull at my current company the fog and twist it into apparitions of foxes and deer bounding by my side. The foxes grin their wide grins and the deers' wide eyes twinkle; with a laugh, I remark to myself that it feels good to be free.
Kagerus
sweet nothing
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