08-02-2021, 04:46 PM
a bright and dangerous spark
She remembered going to look for Targaryen six months ago.
Turned out he wasn’t anywhere to be found. Cheri had teleported herself to the River (purely by accident, and that had led to a few other discoveries afterward) early on into her search, and that was the closest she’d ever felt to him. Since then her journey had turned into more of an adventure.
When she was a foal, Cheri had always dreamed of living her life that way. Nomadic, hard to pin down to any one place or thing, always flying away when she felt close to being tethered, the hero of her own storyline. These past six months had been fulfilling in that way, providing her with a sense of accomplishment while the duties of Loess waited ever patiently for her return…
So she gave up the search and returned in due time; not exactly the same mare who’d walked into the woods those many months ago.
From where he stood in the Meadow, Obscene would be able to lift his proud head and spy a thundercloud. It hung patiently in the distance, casting shade over everything living or inanimate beneath it. Certainly it appeared dangerous - it sat like a dreamer’s ship on the horizon of an otherwise blue and happy ocean of sky - but no rain fell out from the bottom of its bulbous underside and no sound of pealing thunder rang out as a warning. It simply rolled from the distance to the forefront, ominous and quiet.
Until light sparkled in its depths. Heat lighting, soft and quiet as a cat on the prowl, arced through the imaginably soft pillows of mist with a noticeably green tinge. Upon inspection one might narrow their eyes and see something coming in and out of focus at the center of the activity, but unless they knew her a horse might misplace Cheri as just some mythical lightning bird. There seemed to be plenty of those around, among other impossible things.
The thundercloud - Cheri’s own creation - dissipated quickly. It couldn’t stand up to the elation she felt while trying to conjure it, and so the mist and green static evaporated away to leave her bathed in the weak light of an afternoon sun. Ten minutes total, maybe. That’s how long the false thundercloud had lasted. Ten minutes of weak control, but for all that it was obvious Cheri was totally and completely elated with herself for it. She was a madwoman up above, whirling in tight spirals with her wings of vibrant green light tucked close beside her, dipping backwards into a dive when her eyes were clearly closed. She looked peaceful in the midst of chaos, plummeting down from the sky like some midday star.
Her landing garnered a few appreciative whinnies from a clustered group of aviad-equines who’d stood by watching, so she gave them a dip of her head and then meandered closer to chat with them. Their voices mingled incoherently for a minute or two while the Meadow quickly forgot the display and just when it felt like she would never notice him, Cheri’s mouth closed and her sly, lovely head turned sideways to pick him out where he stood. Across the gently sloping hills she met Obscene’s gaze. She smiled, hoping it would surprise him, and then she left the band of other pegasus to their conversation so that she might intercept him before he got any other ideas.
Turned out he wasn’t anywhere to be found. Cheri had teleported herself to the River (purely by accident, and that had led to a few other discoveries afterward) early on into her search, and that was the closest she’d ever felt to him. Since then her journey had turned into more of an adventure.
When she was a foal, Cheri had always dreamed of living her life that way. Nomadic, hard to pin down to any one place or thing, always flying away when she felt close to being tethered, the hero of her own storyline. These past six months had been fulfilling in that way, providing her with a sense of accomplishment while the duties of Loess waited ever patiently for her return…
So she gave up the search and returned in due time; not exactly the same mare who’d walked into the woods those many months ago.
From where he stood in the Meadow, Obscene would be able to lift his proud head and spy a thundercloud. It hung patiently in the distance, casting shade over everything living or inanimate beneath it. Certainly it appeared dangerous - it sat like a dreamer’s ship on the horizon of an otherwise blue and happy ocean of sky - but no rain fell out from the bottom of its bulbous underside and no sound of pealing thunder rang out as a warning. It simply rolled from the distance to the forefront, ominous and quiet.
Until light sparkled in its depths. Heat lighting, soft and quiet as a cat on the prowl, arced through the imaginably soft pillows of mist with a noticeably green tinge. Upon inspection one might narrow their eyes and see something coming in and out of focus at the center of the activity, but unless they knew her a horse might misplace Cheri as just some mythical lightning bird. There seemed to be plenty of those around, among other impossible things.
The thundercloud - Cheri’s own creation - dissipated quickly. It couldn’t stand up to the elation she felt while trying to conjure it, and so the mist and green static evaporated away to leave her bathed in the weak light of an afternoon sun. Ten minutes total, maybe. That’s how long the false thundercloud had lasted. Ten minutes of weak control, but for all that it was obvious Cheri was totally and completely elated with herself for it. She was a madwoman up above, whirling in tight spirals with her wings of vibrant green light tucked close beside her, dipping backwards into a dive when her eyes were clearly closed. She looked peaceful in the midst of chaos, plummeting down from the sky like some midday star.
Her landing garnered a few appreciative whinnies from a clustered group of aviad-equines who’d stood by watching, so she gave them a dip of her head and then meandered closer to chat with them. Their voices mingled incoherently for a minute or two while the Meadow quickly forgot the display and just when it felt like she would never notice him, Cheri’s mouth closed and her sly, lovely head turned sideways to pick him out where he stood. Across the gently sloping hills she met Obscene’s gaze. She smiled, hoping it would surprise him, and then she left the band of other pegasus to their conversation so that she might intercept him before he got any other ideas.
@Obscene