06-01-2021, 04:32 PM
The world is wide, and he is going to see all of it. That's what the young unicorn tells himself every day he strikes out, traveling just that much further from time each time. Just far enough to return and say he has seen things he's never seen before.
Here beneath the trees, the daylight is more tolerable. The sun is filtered, less intense, and his burning bright eyes don't ache with the effort of seeing. Not that he is allergic or unable to bear the sun. Only that he was born in the days Before. Before the light returned, before he knew what Day and Bright were. He had since come to find that he preferred the dark. It felt like home.
Crowned in fire, Cross stepped on the unfamiliar surface of the forest floor. No gritty sand here, no crashing waves. Instead it is thick mulch beneath his feet, wet with rain, not seawater. Here's a fallen log, there a badger burrow. Things he's explored and gotten to know as his travelling moves further and further from the Cove he'd been born in.
And here, a pool of creek-fed water, a place he's found to drink from when the sun is too much. The horn just beginning to twist from his brow angles a low swung bough away, just in time for the sound to catch him off guard.
A voice like water falling offer stones, one he's never heard before. Through the dappled rays of light fall on the water, and his eyes follow them to meet the moss green gaze of another. Half submerged in the pool, she was bright against the summer background. There was no one else there. He knew that perfectly well, and yet he looked from side to side uncertain.
"You...?" He asked faintly, the corners of his mouth downturned slightly. "No, I er- I was hoping to get a drink. Is that alright?" She seemed to be rather embedded in the water, and he wondered if she had some claim on it that he'd trespassed on before without knowing.
@[asterope]
Here beneath the trees, the daylight is more tolerable. The sun is filtered, less intense, and his burning bright eyes don't ache with the effort of seeing. Not that he is allergic or unable to bear the sun. Only that he was born in the days Before. Before the light returned, before he knew what Day and Bright were. He had since come to find that he preferred the dark. It felt like home.
Crowned in fire, Cross stepped on the unfamiliar surface of the forest floor. No gritty sand here, no crashing waves. Instead it is thick mulch beneath his feet, wet with rain, not seawater. Here's a fallen log, there a badger burrow. Things he's explored and gotten to know as his travelling moves further and further from the Cove he'd been born in.
And here, a pool of creek-fed water, a place he's found to drink from when the sun is too much. The horn just beginning to twist from his brow angles a low swung bough away, just in time for the sound to catch him off guard.
A voice like water falling offer stones, one he's never heard before. Through the dappled rays of light fall on the water, and his eyes follow them to meet the moss green gaze of another. Half submerged in the pool, she was bright against the summer background. There was no one else there. He knew that perfectly well, and yet he looked from side to side uncertain.
"You...?" He asked faintly, the corners of his mouth downturned slightly. "No, I er- I was hoping to get a drink. Is that alright?" She seemed to be rather embedded in the water, and he wondered if she had some claim on it that he'd trespassed on before without knowing.
@[asterope]