05-30-2021, 11:22 PM
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She enjoys reacquainting herself with life in the simplest of ways (smelling the air, dancing in the wind, tasting the varying sweetnesses of the grasses this land has to offer), and often without a sense of time to accompany the enjoyment; ironic, given her malleable relationship with time, and yet fitting beyond measure for just the same reason. The little mare feels no rush to partake in the great events sure to lay claim to this reality just yet, instead content to rummage through nature with gentle laughter and a sense of unshakeable serenity.
That sense of serenity pauses a moment today to the intrusion of another winged equid -- one far, far larger than she! She gasps at the beast's landing, scurrying backward with rib-clutched wings and wide blue eyes. A flutter of her heart reminds her that she feels not fear but rather a serendipitous excitation, which, all things considered, tops the charts for most intense feeling she has felt since her rematerialization some... time... ago.
Yet her wonder (yes, wonder suits the feeling best) only grows as she watches the stallion's ashen wings burst into smoke, smoke into which two glowing moths fly. How lovely!, she thinks.
Loveliest of all, and that which in fact draws her from her hiding place behind a cherry tree, greets her as through the man's greeting of the flowers: with a gentle inhale and a sense of quiet respect. Quietness, one should know, suits Lillia almost most of all.
With careful steps and a sharp incline of her haloed head, little Lillia approaches the serendipitous newcomer and breathes a soft-smiled greeting to him.
"Hello."
That sense of serenity pauses a moment today to the intrusion of another winged equid -- one far, far larger than she! She gasps at the beast's landing, scurrying backward with rib-clutched wings and wide blue eyes. A flutter of her heart reminds her that she feels not fear but rather a serendipitous excitation, which, all things considered, tops the charts for most intense feeling she has felt since her rematerialization some... time... ago.
Yet her wonder (yes, wonder suits the feeling best) only grows as she watches the stallion's ashen wings burst into smoke, smoke into which two glowing moths fly. How lovely!, she thinks.
Loveliest of all, and that which in fact draws her from her hiding place behind a cherry tree, greets her as through the man's greeting of the flowers: with a gentle inhale and a sense of quiet respect. Quietness, one should know, suits Lillia almost most of all.
With careful steps and a sharp incline of her haloed head, little Lillia approaches the serendipitous newcomer and breathes a soft-smiled greeting to him.
"Hello."
Lillia