03-14-2021, 12:53 AM
i've been sleeping so long in a twenty-year dark night
and now i see daylight
and now i see daylight
He does not seem at all bothered by the strange blue flames that orbit around him as if he is their sun, and she stares at him with a mix of caution and wonder. He is a brilliant shade of blue, she notices, even when shrouded in darkness. From his side wings crafted of water ripple, and while she is still unsure of him — as she is with most — she finds herself wanting to stay. Mostly she is fascinated at the way he simply accepted the foxfire; that he was not afraid of something new and strange.
She wonders what he would have done if he had woken up one day to the voices of the dead whispering in his head.
She wonders how he would react to all the dead things that haunt her, awake or asleep.
She assumes he would take it as easily as he had the discovery of foxfire.
It is only weak, brittle-boned things like her that cannot handle such things.
“They’re pretty,” she tells him softly, with a faint but genuine smile just hardly pulling at her lips. She still eyes them a little bit warily, as she doesn’t quite trust the magic of Beqanna. She has seen it do more harm than good, and most things just seemed like darkness disguised a gift. Especially now, with a never-ending eclipse, and creatures lurking in the shadows. She did not fully understand what they were, only that they are not something she can communicate with. She can never decide if that is a good thing or not.
Her heart stumbles in her chest at the smile that he offers her, always surprised when someone seems even mildly interested in her. “Crowns,” she echoes his name, trying it out on her tongue, before adding with another small smile, “keeper of fire. I’m Narya.”
Having just witnessed him discover this new gift, and knowing how she herself has awoken before to find herself changed (the rubies and the gold, the way her coat changed from simple bay to black and a deep red, and of course, the ghosts), she cannot keep herself from asking, “Does this happen to you a lot? Finding new...gifts?”
She wonders what he would have done if he had woken up one day to the voices of the dead whispering in his head.
She wonders how he would react to all the dead things that haunt her, awake or asleep.
She assumes he would take it as easily as he had the discovery of foxfire.
It is only weak, brittle-boned things like her that cannot handle such things.
“They’re pretty,” she tells him softly, with a faint but genuine smile just hardly pulling at her lips. She still eyes them a little bit warily, as she doesn’t quite trust the magic of Beqanna. She has seen it do more harm than good, and most things just seemed like darkness disguised a gift. Especially now, with a never-ending eclipse, and creatures lurking in the shadows. She did not fully understand what they were, only that they are not something she can communicate with. She can never decide if that is a good thing or not.
Her heart stumbles in her chest at the smile that he offers her, always surprised when someone seems even mildly interested in her. “Crowns,” she echoes his name, trying it out on her tongue, before adding with another small smile, “keeper of fire. I’m Narya.”
Having just witnessed him discover this new gift, and knowing how she herself has awoken before to find herself changed (the rubies and the gold, the way her coat changed from simple bay to black and a deep red, and of course, the ghosts), she cannot keep herself from asking, “Does this happen to you a lot? Finding new...gifts?”
narya
@[Crowns]