02-14-2021, 03:39 PM
one lives in hope of becoming a memory
Even in the darkness, I could see the interest light up his features. Though, perhaps my eyes were reacting more to the suddenly sensation of interest that emanates from the young colt. The mention of Grodylin had brought him to attention unlike my glowing markings. I smile knowingly. If I were him, listening to a fellow foal’s account of meeting a strange creature in the darkness, I, too, would have been curious. I did not, however, find his curiosity to be impolite or anything of the sort. In fact, it made him more relatable.
I laugh, a soft sound that rings pleasantly into the darkness. “He most certainly was not a monster.” I had not yet had an encounter with one of these so-called monsters that new roamed Beqanna, but I had heard enough about them, though. They were dark shapes that blended well with the shadows. They were smooth and silent, attacking out of nowhere. Grodylin had been the exact opposite.
“His name was Grodylin,” I start. “He was the most…unusual creature! He was big. Like, very big.” I throw my head up in the air, as if motioning would give @[Reave] an impression of how tall he was. “He was fat and shaggy and standing on two feet. He had a beak and something like a turtle shell on his back.” I had not gotten a terribly good look at him, so it’s hard to remember exactly what he looked like, but that was the best I could do to explain Grodylin to the colt.
As for what he did, I stop for a moment, considering the question. “Well, he kind of…breathed on me.” I laugh slightly, because this does sound kind of awkward. “It didn’t hurt. It kind of…tingled. My whole body felt, like, warm and fuzzy. It almost felt the same as connecting with the flora when mama and I use our flora revival to grow the forest or the grasses. It changed things in the very deepest recesses of my body. And then I started to glow, like papa!” I dance in place again, proud of my glowing markings.
I laugh, a soft sound that rings pleasantly into the darkness. “He most certainly was not a monster.” I had not yet had an encounter with one of these so-called monsters that new roamed Beqanna, but I had heard enough about them, though. They were dark shapes that blended well with the shadows. They were smooth and silent, attacking out of nowhere. Grodylin had been the exact opposite.
“His name was Grodylin,” I start. “He was the most…unusual creature! He was big. Like, very big.” I throw my head up in the air, as if motioning would give @[Reave] an impression of how tall he was. “He was fat and shaggy and standing on two feet. He had a beak and something like a turtle shell on his back.” I had not gotten a terribly good look at him, so it’s hard to remember exactly what he looked like, but that was the best I could do to explain Grodylin to the colt.
As for what he did, I stop for a moment, considering the question. “Well, he kind of…breathed on me.” I laugh slightly, because this does sound kind of awkward. “It didn’t hurt. It kind of…tingled. My whole body felt, like, warm and fuzzy. It almost felt the same as connecting with the flora when mama and I use our flora revival to grow the forest or the grasses. It changed things in the very deepest recesses of my body. And then I started to glow, like papa!” I dance in place again, proud of my glowing markings.
memorie
