09-17-2016, 02:15 AM
Apparently there was a great big hullabaloo recently, though Revol barely noticed. The sun still rises, the world still turns - though somehow it seems like the passing of the days has taken on a more relaxed pace, a deliciously lackadaisical flavor to the turning of the seasons that she could definitely appreciate. But aside from the new shape of the world, not much has changed to her pale blue eyes, the color of the sky near the horizon on a sunny day - oh, not the rich, vibrant blue of looking straight up on a clear blue day, but the softer, gentler blue of far-off skies.
She does so love watching the sky. Especially when great white fluffy clouds float on by, delightful shapes coaxing stories out of her all too active imagination. Those ones there, a daring princess and her beloved dragon companion, fighting off the wicked knight trying to steal the dragon’s treasure. Oh, or those, fluffy bunnies, looking so cute and innocent most people wouldn’t notice their devious expressions, or the way they look down at the world below just waiting for the right moment to pounce and bounce their way out of the sky to take over.
Oh, right, of course. The world. Changed and all. New places to explore, and so many of the old ones recycled back into the earth, swallowed by the sea, pieced together into the patchwork mountainside where things like magic still reigned for those who’d ever cared about things like that. What was magic next to the wonder of story, though? She still has her silver-eyed friend, her very first imagining, and he didn’t seem much fussed about the new face of the world, so why should she be?
And anyhow, her favorite haunts are still the same, relatively speaking. As same as any place ever is, really, when what matters far more is who you are as you wander through it. The forest is still lovely, dark and deep, and the quiet still makes her heart light. And that same forest would probably still be much more exciting if she shared it again with a certain far too appealing man who’d growled so deliciously and warned her about dangerous parts in a tone that just sort of melted her insides.
What? Oh, yes, the forest. Still here, still fairly similar to its old shape, still brimming with glorious possibility. Including the perhaps rather improbable one of her once again getting caught up in her own thoughts and bumping into a stranger, and that stranger being the very same stallion whose gravelly voice made her sit up and take notice not so long ago.
Isn’t life grand?
“Oh my. I can’t seem to stop myself from bumping into you and your dangerous parts. Though I’ll admit I don’t mind, not one bit. I don’t think I managed to catch your name last time, though.” Which isn’t all that surprising, as she was a little distracted by his eyes. Ohhh, eyes it’d be really easy to get distracted by all over again, dark and deep just like the forest itself, and with hints of something more. Something hungry and haunting and hard to pin down. “I’m Revol.”
She does so love watching the sky. Especially when great white fluffy clouds float on by, delightful shapes coaxing stories out of her all too active imagination. Those ones there, a daring princess and her beloved dragon companion, fighting off the wicked knight trying to steal the dragon’s treasure. Oh, or those, fluffy bunnies, looking so cute and innocent most people wouldn’t notice their devious expressions, or the way they look down at the world below just waiting for the right moment to pounce and bounce their way out of the sky to take over.
Oh, right, of course. The world. Changed and all. New places to explore, and so many of the old ones recycled back into the earth, swallowed by the sea, pieced together into the patchwork mountainside where things like magic still reigned for those who’d ever cared about things like that. What was magic next to the wonder of story, though? She still has her silver-eyed friend, her very first imagining, and he didn’t seem much fussed about the new face of the world, so why should she be?
And anyhow, her favorite haunts are still the same, relatively speaking. As same as any place ever is, really, when what matters far more is who you are as you wander through it. The forest is still lovely, dark and deep, and the quiet still makes her heart light. And that same forest would probably still be much more exciting if she shared it again with a certain far too appealing man who’d growled so deliciously and warned her about dangerous parts in a tone that just sort of melted her insides.
What? Oh, yes, the forest. Still here, still fairly similar to its old shape, still brimming with glorious possibility. Including the perhaps rather improbable one of her once again getting caught up in her own thoughts and bumping into a stranger, and that stranger being the very same stallion whose gravelly voice made her sit up and take notice not so long ago.
Isn’t life grand?
“Oh my. I can’t seem to stop myself from bumping into you and your dangerous parts. Though I’ll admit I don’t mind, not one bit. I don’t think I managed to catch your name last time, though.” Which isn’t all that surprising, as she was a little distracted by his eyes. Ohhh, eyes it’d be really easy to get distracted by all over again, dark and deep just like the forest itself, and with hints of something more. Something hungry and haunting and hard to pin down. “I’m Revol.”
@[Ainlif]