11-23-2020, 11:25 PM
There's a heaviness about him that she tries very hard not to recognize. The weight of things that won't change, no matter how desperately you want them to. Her smile slipped for a second, then was hitched back on with lightning speed. Mother and father loved each other. They did. Still do, she corrected herself. Sometimes you just had to take a break from the one's you loved.
Here and now was what mattered. It was all that really existed, wasn't it? The past couldn't be changed and the future was undecided, so she had to live right now. With this new Spirit to talk to. She hummed musically at his answer, eyes alight even as they wondered at the shadows in his. "I've never been to Hyaline, but my grandmothers ruled there once. Before the old plague." Long before either of them had walked the world.
It was where her parents had met, too. They never went into much detail about that. It wasn't really a happy memory, as far as she could gather. Dark times in a dark world, and it had been why daddy couldn't talk much now. A chapter in their family history that wasn't often visited, and she wondered if Hyaline was a happier place now. She certainly hoped so.
In the way of such conversations, it was her turn to elaborate. She shrugged, trying to imagine the place from the perspective of one who knew nothing about it. "Yes, there's the volcano. And it's mostly jungle. Big plants, dangling vines, enough mosquities to drain a horse dry. Constant humidity to guarantee a girl's mane will absolutely never lay flat." Her nose wrinkled. "Home, sweet home." And it was. Really. It was the only home she'd ever known.
It was just that there was so much more world out there.
She dropped her head a moment, to smell a blooming wildflower and to gather her thoughts. Her colors had faded back to simple buckskin, the reality of talking to someone new more draining on her focus than she'd thought it would be. She wanted to be perfect, though. Lovable, if she was being honest with herself.
Her smile was back when she lifted her head. Easy, relaxed, like it was meant to be. "You're welcome to come see it in person, if you like. Lava is impressive, no matter how many times you've seen it." Which was also true. It was molten stone, she'd been told. Rock that stopped being rock because it was so hot. It flowed for a while before hardening again, and she imagined the process started all over.
@[spirit]
Here and now was what mattered. It was all that really existed, wasn't it? The past couldn't be changed and the future was undecided, so she had to live right now. With this new Spirit to talk to. She hummed musically at his answer, eyes alight even as they wondered at the shadows in his. "I've never been to Hyaline, but my grandmothers ruled there once. Before the old plague." Long before either of them had walked the world.
It was where her parents had met, too. They never went into much detail about that. It wasn't really a happy memory, as far as she could gather. Dark times in a dark world, and it had been why daddy couldn't talk much now. A chapter in their family history that wasn't often visited, and she wondered if Hyaline was a happier place now. She certainly hoped so.
In the way of such conversations, it was her turn to elaborate. She shrugged, trying to imagine the place from the perspective of one who knew nothing about it. "Yes, there's the volcano. And it's mostly jungle. Big plants, dangling vines, enough mosquities to drain a horse dry. Constant humidity to guarantee a girl's mane will absolutely never lay flat." Her nose wrinkled. "Home, sweet home." And it was. Really. It was the only home she'd ever known.
It was just that there was so much more world out there.
She dropped her head a moment, to smell a blooming wildflower and to gather her thoughts. Her colors had faded back to simple buckskin, the reality of talking to someone new more draining on her focus than she'd thought it would be. She wanted to be perfect, though. Lovable, if she was being honest with herself.
Her smile was back when she lifted her head. Easy, relaxed, like it was meant to be. "You're welcome to come see it in person, if you like. Lava is impressive, no matter how many times you've seen it." Which was also true. It was molten stone, she'd been told. Rock that stopped being rock because it was so hot. It flowed for a while before hardening again, and she imagined the process started all over.
@[spirit]