12-03-2020, 10:17 PM
The night blooms around her like a flower opening.
But instead of petals, it is the delicate play of shadows under the streaming moonlight that spreads before the wandering girl. She delights in the silvered bark of a thick oak tree. She is mesmerized by the deep canyons of its skin and the way the shadows seem to lie in wait between each one; she knows waiting herself and wonders how many years this tree has been rooted here between worlds both dark and light.
It is a sobering thought, but Altais won’t let it ruin her good mood.
The filly presses on until the soft light glowing like embers beyond the treeline is far behind her. Ahead, blue-white light only cascades down through the jutting boughs of the trees here and there to speckle and sparkle the ground. She doesn’t miss the stars, she finds, despite her resemblance to them. She doesn’t search for them in desperation every time she comes to pass under a hole in the canopy. Not even a glimpse of Ursa major out of the corner of her eye garners a second glance. She is absorbed by the night and the dark and her own fearlessness.
“Oh,” her voice pierces the sacred quiet like an arrow when he surprises her. He doesn’t scare her though, and that is an important distinction to Altais. She merely hadn’t seen him there. But when she does, she turns to take him in fully, her amethyst eyes open and trusting. She sees that he is like her in many ways that he doesn’t realize yet. Maybe if he is not one of Father’s monsters, she will show him. Maybe if he is a monster, she will still show him. A sweet smile curls her lips and she cocks her head at him. “I didn’t realize Out Here had its own king. Should I bow before continuing on?”
But instead of petals, it is the delicate play of shadows under the streaming moonlight that spreads before the wandering girl. She delights in the silvered bark of a thick oak tree. She is mesmerized by the deep canyons of its skin and the way the shadows seem to lie in wait between each one; she knows waiting herself and wonders how many years this tree has been rooted here between worlds both dark and light.
It is a sobering thought, but Altais won’t let it ruin her good mood.
The filly presses on until the soft light glowing like embers beyond the treeline is far behind her. Ahead, blue-white light only cascades down through the jutting boughs of the trees here and there to speckle and sparkle the ground. She doesn’t miss the stars, she finds, despite her resemblance to them. She doesn’t search for them in desperation every time she comes to pass under a hole in the canopy. Not even a glimpse of Ursa major out of the corner of her eye garners a second glance. She is absorbed by the night and the dark and her own fearlessness.
“Oh,” her voice pierces the sacred quiet like an arrow when he surprises her. He doesn’t scare her though, and that is an important distinction to Altais. She merely hadn’t seen him there. But when she does, she turns to take him in fully, her amethyst eyes open and trusting. She sees that he is like her in many ways that he doesn’t realize yet. Maybe if he is not one of Father’s monsters, she will show him. Maybe if he is a monster, she will still show him. A sweet smile curls her lips and she cocks her head at him. “I didn’t realize Out Here had its own king. Should I bow before continuing on?”
altais
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