09-20-2019, 03:05 PM
<center><img src=https://i.postimg.cc/jjX7tzkz/Velkan-by-Space-small.png></center><center><table bgcolor=2d2b2c style="border-color:#FFFFFF; border-width: 10px; border-style: solid; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: -30px"" cellspacing=15 cellpadding=15 width=500><tr><td><p align=justify><font color=c1a6b3 face=times size=2>You don’t hear a lot of chimes anymore, you know? So it kind of takes me by surprise when I think I hear one. At first I think I’m dreaming it, which wouldn’t exactly be out of character, but it takes me a moment to realize that I <i>can’t</i> be dreaming it – because I’m awake! I’m pretty talented at daydreaming but usually those don’t involve hallucinating noises so I’m at least 50% sure that I’m not hearing things.
I do the only logical thing and twist around wildly looking around for the source. I <i>love</i> chimes, I realize in this exact moment, and I’m hoping that they’ll continue forever but instead I see a <i>light</i>.
And man, this light is clearly up to something.
It might be up to no good or it might be a new friend – that’s the fun with Beqanna, you never can tell about lights here – but there’s only one way to find out. I’m hoping that this light will show me where the chimes are coming from and as I approach with slow, deliberate steps I call out to it, <b>“Um, excuse me, light?”</b> <i>BUT THEN</I> the light skitters away and I have to scramble after it again.
I try several more unsuccessful attempts to get the light to talk to me or maybe even chime at me when it just straight up disappears. <b>“Well that’s rude.”</b> I inform the now-absent air with a small, disgruntled huff.
I don’t notice the door at first as I stand there, spinning in a couple circles for good measure to make sure the light is well and truly gone. On my second spin, I notice the door and on the third I finally stop. My head is a little woozy and I just stand there like an idiot for a few more seconds trying to figure out if I’m seeing an actual door or if it’s the product of turning around.
It’s a whimsical thought that enters my mind and I narrow my eyes at the door – playfully, of course. I don’t want to hurt the door’s feelings. <b>“Do <i>you</i> know where the chimes are?”</b> I ask as I move forward and through the door with a flick of my tail and no hesitation whatsoever, eyes already widening and ears perking up to catch whatever I might find on the other side.
Should I have hesitated? Probably. But as much as I love the sunshine, I’ve never been afraid of the dark. It’s rooted deep within me, after all.
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I do the only logical thing and twist around wildly looking around for the source. I <i>love</i> chimes, I realize in this exact moment, and I’m hoping that they’ll continue forever but instead I see a <i>light</i>.
And man, this light is clearly up to something.
It might be up to no good or it might be a new friend – that’s the fun with Beqanna, you never can tell about lights here – but there’s only one way to find out. I’m hoping that this light will show me where the chimes are coming from and as I approach with slow, deliberate steps I call out to it, <b>“Um, excuse me, light?”</b> <i>BUT THEN</I> the light skitters away and I have to scramble after it again.
I try several more unsuccessful attempts to get the light to talk to me or maybe even chime at me when it just straight up disappears. <b>“Well that’s rude.”</b> I inform the now-absent air with a small, disgruntled huff.
I don’t notice the door at first as I stand there, spinning in a couple circles for good measure to make sure the light is well and truly gone. On my second spin, I notice the door and on the third I finally stop. My head is a little woozy and I just stand there like an idiot for a few more seconds trying to figure out if I’m seeing an actual door or if it’s the product of turning around.
It’s a whimsical thought that enters my mind and I narrow my eyes at the door – playfully, of course. I don’t want to hurt the door’s feelings. <b>“Do <i>you</i> know where the chimes are?”</b> I ask as I move forward and through the door with a flick of my tail and no hesitation whatsoever, eyes already widening and ears perking up to catch whatever I might find on the other side.
Should I have hesitated? Probably. But as much as I love the sunshine, I’ve never been afraid of the dark. It’s rooted deep within me, after all.
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