She was uncertain, uneven, on ground she'd never expected. Maybe that was foolish, to not anticipate the simplest of life's complications. But she had not been raised to think like lady of intrigue and romance. Her life was one centered on ease and clear paths. A black and white life. And she had always felt that she stood on the light side.
But what if that weren't true? What many shades of grey stood between herself and the right? The wind was cold here, her scales slid against each other in an almost inaudible whisper as she shivered. Frost rhimed the tough membrane of her mane and tail, making the skin sting with the bite of it. Why was she still here, when she had no reason to be? She should be home. Where the sun was still warm. This icy weather was awful to one not built for it, and the sea mare was most definitely not built but it.
So she would go. Back home, to deal with her tumultuous mind and settle back into the rhythm her life had taken on. The pale mare had turned homeward, ready to drive off into the whirling snow. Only to hesitate, pause. And stop. She was not alone now. Had she ever been? It was only now though that she absorbed the figure standing a little ways off, still in the breeze. A huge black bird perched on the stranger's back, and Aquaria could see even from this distance the claws with which it gripped.
"Hello?" She called out in her salt rough tone, taking a few steps nearer the figure. It was a mare, she saw, painted with bold strokes of white and red. Like blood split on the fresh snow. The pearl girl shook her head. Now where had such a morbid thought sprung from? "Hello. I'm Aquaria. Are you alright?" She asked violet eyes wide in the overcast light. It seemed strange to be standing in an open field, as still as stone. Especially when it was cold enough for their breath to make little insubstantial ghosts with every exhale.
@[Straia]
But what if that weren't true? What many shades of grey stood between herself and the right? The wind was cold here, her scales slid against each other in an almost inaudible whisper as she shivered. Frost rhimed the tough membrane of her mane and tail, making the skin sting with the bite of it. Why was she still here, when she had no reason to be? She should be home. Where the sun was still warm. This icy weather was awful to one not built for it, and the sea mare was most definitely not built but it.
So she would go. Back home, to deal with her tumultuous mind and settle back into the rhythm her life had taken on. The pale mare had turned homeward, ready to drive off into the whirling snow. Only to hesitate, pause. And stop. She was not alone now. Had she ever been? It was only now though that she absorbed the figure standing a little ways off, still in the breeze. A huge black bird perched on the stranger's back, and Aquaria could see even from this distance the claws with which it gripped.
"Hello?" She called out in her salt rough tone, taking a few steps nearer the figure. It was a mare, she saw, painted with bold strokes of white and red. Like blood split on the fresh snow. The pearl girl shook her head. Now where had such a morbid thought sprung from? "Hello. I'm Aquaria. Are you alright?" She asked violet eyes wide in the overcast light. It seemed strange to be standing in an open field, as still as stone. Especially when it was cold enough for their breath to make little insubstantial ghosts with every exhale.
@[Straia]