06-21-2021, 02:46 PM
The light that meets the dark
Perfectly imperfect: that’s what Cheri thought about Anubias and his description of being a moving cacti. It worked for the most part; she’d seen what her father’s second wife was capable of and had witnessed Memorie creating miracles of life from the dark soil of Taiga’s woods, so it was naturally very easy for her to imagine a magically moving cacti with the spirit of a horse trapped within. What she cannot imagine is the way he shapes her current body into a cacti for reference, but if she had Cheri would’ve laughed all the same.
It took a dreamer’s heart to create something so spectacular, she mused.
Which made all the more sense when her friend’s eyes lit up, remembering something about himself that might be news to her. At first she was confused: “Sleeping a lot?” Cheri tempered an incredulous grin at the announcement, allowing Anubias to finish what he was saying before she could pass any real judgment on the issue. He went on to explain why a young stallion of his age might be napping so often, and when he did the grin vanished - replacing itself with a look of awe and wonder.
He paused, making the story incomplete, leaving Cheri dangling onto the last word he’d said with an impatient sort of energy.
“Silly?! No! Not at all!” She exclaimed, lifting her head in astonishment. To her it seemed like a wonderful gift, full of potential and promise. Their world could be so dull sometimes. If it were up to her, she’d probably sleep a lot more as well. “I think the power of making dreams come to life is like … awesome.” Cheri huffed, wondering who in their right mind would ever try to make Anubias think otherwise.
“And you said ‘we’, so you could take me with you?” She asked, stepping closer to the metallic green stallion and his adorable companion. “As in tonight, or whenever I got tired and fell asleep?” Cheri was fascinated now. If the answer was a solid “yes” then she was determined to see everything from his perspective, even if it meant she’d get turned into a cactus in the process. What was one more night away from home anyways?
It took a dreamer’s heart to create something so spectacular, she mused.
Which made all the more sense when her friend’s eyes lit up, remembering something about himself that might be news to her. At first she was confused: “Sleeping a lot?” Cheri tempered an incredulous grin at the announcement, allowing Anubias to finish what he was saying before she could pass any real judgment on the issue. He went on to explain why a young stallion of his age might be napping so often, and when he did the grin vanished - replacing itself with a look of awe and wonder.
He paused, making the story incomplete, leaving Cheri dangling onto the last word he’d said with an impatient sort of energy.
“Silly?! No! Not at all!” She exclaimed, lifting her head in astonishment. To her it seemed like a wonderful gift, full of potential and promise. Their world could be so dull sometimes. If it were up to her, she’d probably sleep a lot more as well. “I think the power of making dreams come to life is like … awesome.” Cheri huffed, wondering who in their right mind would ever try to make Anubias think otherwise.
“And you said ‘we’, so you could take me with you?” She asked, stepping closer to the metallic green stallion and his adorable companion. “As in tonight, or whenever I got tired and fell asleep?” Cheri was fascinated now. If the answer was a solid “yes” then she was determined to see everything from his perspective, even if it meant she’d get turned into a cactus in the process. What was one more night away from home anyways?
@[Anubias]