09-21-2020, 08:57 PM
because maybe, you're gonna be the one that saves me
Darkness - something she was not unaccustomed to. But this, this was different. Eyelids flutter erratically over stirring eyeballs, a puff of air escapes her nostrils as she stirs and wakes from her slumber. Before she is even fully conscious, a heaviness settles over her heart like a stone laid upon her chest. A pale puff of forelock is brushed aside as she shakes the slumber from her bones, and from her mind. She is distinctly aware of the strangeness around her, and how unaccustomed she is to being out in the open (oh, how she missed her caves). She’d settled beneath a willow tree on the outskirts of what she did not know was the meadow. Her mind is cloudy, and her memory is not much better, and despite knowing she is a long way from home, Deet cannot stray from the optimism that is so much a part of her. The cover the willow tree provided was nothing compared to the caves she called home, but it was profoundly more secluded than many of the other places she had stumbled upon. She lifts herself from the grass, shaking herself free of the last remnants of sleep as she rises to her feet.
Stretching her slender body, Deet peers through the gently swaying branches of the willow tree. She can see groups of horses in the distance, as well as those who stroll along with only themselves for company. Stifling a small yawn, she moves away from what had been her temporary sanctuary and moves out into the open. Pale wings flutter nervously, as she skirts the edge of the meadow in leisurely observation. It appears she has stumbled upon some gathering place, as she passes distant groups of horses all engaged in different levels of socialising. She sighs, taking pause at a creek to stare at her reflection. She dips her lips in the cool water, enjoying a short but satisfying drink of the crystal clear water.
How she got here was as much a mystery to her as why she was here alone, without her family. Her brow furrows in a moment of sadness, a feeling she quickly pushes away to deal with later. Ever the optimist, Deet stares out over the meadow and wonders what kind of life she could make here. She wanted nothing more than to go home, to find her family - but for now, it didn’t seem like this would be her reality. Taking another deep breath, she wonders who and if she might encounter anyone today.
Stretching her slender body, Deet peers through the gently swaying branches of the willow tree. She can see groups of horses in the distance, as well as those who stroll along with only themselves for company. Stifling a small yawn, she moves away from what had been her temporary sanctuary and moves out into the open. Pale wings flutter nervously, as she skirts the edge of the meadow in leisurely observation. It appears she has stumbled upon some gathering place, as she passes distant groups of horses all engaged in different levels of socialising. She sighs, taking pause at a creek to stare at her reflection. She dips her lips in the cool water, enjoying a short but satisfying drink of the crystal clear water.
How she got here was as much a mystery to her as why she was here alone, without her family. Her brow furrows in a moment of sadness, a feeling she quickly pushes away to deal with later. Ever the optimist, Deet stares out over the meadow and wonders what kind of life she could make here. She wanted nothing more than to go home, to find her family - but for now, it didn’t seem like this would be her reality. Taking another deep breath, she wonders who and if she might encounter anyone today.
-- deethra