06-27-2021, 02:45 PM
Today I am blue, but a darker shade than you may be used to. An overcast midnight that glimmers with hidden rainbows, secret depths. Beautiful, in a way more subtle than I usually go for. It seems subtlety is a thing to be attempted lately, when my borders are being ever more frequently visited.
Today, for example. The overhanging boughs of eternally autumnal poplar and beech make a lattice canopy overhead, the rest of the world once again in tune with our season. These old trees, they are more unchanging than most. I appreciate them for that. They hold darkness and house my folk and we welcome those who are happiest in the shadows. There is nothing else in the world for us.
Dreamily, I answer the call when it comes, wondering at the visitation I'll find today. Friend or foe, guest or passers by? One never can tell, and I slink with practiced softness through the fallen leaves. Best to see before being seen, and I pause curiously before making myself known.
They are a pair of greys, winged stallions who nag at my memory. Something distant, extremely so, and I shiver at the thoughts that refuse to resolve themselves completely. Very much like grasping at a dream, one that fades all the quicker for trying to hold it in place.
I am unsettled, and for a moment I consider leaving them to wait until they realize no one is coming. But there's the air of a mission about them, and it's rare enough seeing two stallions traveling together. They must be here on business, and if that's the case... I sigh faintly. Not showing my face will only bring more of them to crawl among my trees.
"You rang?" I answer blandly, emerging from my dimly lit grove with disjointed grace. My face is equally bland, my annoyance at their lingering presence only just concealed. That is until I catch the scent they carry, and my mouth curls into a tight little smile.
"Oh... Well if it isn't mister Walking Dead. Looking for round two?" I jibe, deliberately vague about what exactly this would be round two of. In the light, he looks much like he sounded in the darkness. Gruff, sour, ill-tempered; take your pick. I stretch a wing outward, neck rolling along with it as lightning flickers along my skin. If this is anything like last time, I'm going to be bored to tears within minutes.
@Ashhal
@Tarian
Today, for example. The overhanging boughs of eternally autumnal poplar and beech make a lattice canopy overhead, the rest of the world once again in tune with our season. These old trees, they are more unchanging than most. I appreciate them for that. They hold darkness and house my folk and we welcome those who are happiest in the shadows. There is nothing else in the world for us.
Dreamily, I answer the call when it comes, wondering at the visitation I'll find today. Friend or foe, guest or passers by? One never can tell, and I slink with practiced softness through the fallen leaves. Best to see before being seen, and I pause curiously before making myself known.
They are a pair of greys, winged stallions who nag at my memory. Something distant, extremely so, and I shiver at the thoughts that refuse to resolve themselves completely. Very much like grasping at a dream, one that fades all the quicker for trying to hold it in place.
I am unsettled, and for a moment I consider leaving them to wait until they realize no one is coming. But there's the air of a mission about them, and it's rare enough seeing two stallions traveling together. They must be here on business, and if that's the case... I sigh faintly. Not showing my face will only bring more of them to crawl among my trees.
"You rang?" I answer blandly, emerging from my dimly lit grove with disjointed grace. My face is equally bland, my annoyance at their lingering presence only just concealed. That is until I catch the scent they carry, and my mouth curls into a tight little smile.
"Oh... Well if it isn't mister Walking Dead. Looking for round two?" I jibe, deliberately vague about what exactly this would be round two of. In the light, he looks much like he sounded in the darkness. Gruff, sour, ill-tempered; take your pick. I stretch a wing outward, neck rolling along with it as lightning flickers along my skin. If this is anything like last time, I'm going to be bored to tears within minutes.
@Ashhal
@Tarian