The light that meets the dark
She remembers it.
The glowing seasons, when the sun still rose and set as it ought to.
Cheri was sunlight-born and bred; a child of better days when their world seemed full of hope and promise. Now? Now she’s just making it one sleep cycle at a time, like the rest. Her days consist of comfort, security, and friendship. Not much different than the days preceding the Eclipse, only that she hardly remembers the light or its purpose in shining. One fine day (evening, morning, afternoon… time escapes her) she wakes and unfurls her wings of light, grown stronger only by her use of personal magic, and she decides that she’ll try flying.
Why not?
They exist, don’t they? They must have some purpose beyond that. If not, they’d be terrible at getting her off the ground, which they weren’t. Cheri could hover and glide a few paces, and she reasoned that if she had the space she could probably get lift.
And that’s exactly how she ended up flapping her way haphazardly over the sea, navigating the little inlet of water that separated her home forest from the shoreline of Silver Cove. By accident, she’d caught a stray gust of wind and it blew her higher than she intended, taking the yearling filly out towards uncharted waters, and then she’d fought to stay afloat instead of crashing into the water. Now she was swinging into a wild landing, careening one way and then back the other as she flew progressively lower and lower.
When she landed, Cheri stumbled toward the nearest cover she could find. A large boulder supplied enough camouflage, and she ducked into its shadows with a newfound appreciation for her black coat. Nervously, she caught her breath. This was not home; the place she’d touched down on was nothing like Taiga, so she’d better rest and wait here before trying to fly back. It would’ve been a perfect plan too, if the boulder hadn’t blown apart minutes later and left her exposed, looking out at the beach with terror gripping her thoughts.
What the hell, she thought, jerking sideways and clenching her light wings close to her sides. Cheri had a lapse of time where she was disconnected - the boulder exploded and she could only stand there and stare, realizing it wasn’t her that had ripped apart - before the other horse yelled, “I’m not afraid of you!”
At a loss for words, she yelled back “I come in peace!” Hoping that the next thing he dissolved wouldn’t be herself.
The glowing seasons, when the sun still rose and set as it ought to.
Cheri was sunlight-born and bred; a child of better days when their world seemed full of hope and promise. Now? Now she’s just making it one sleep cycle at a time, like the rest. Her days consist of comfort, security, and friendship. Not much different than the days preceding the Eclipse, only that she hardly remembers the light or its purpose in shining. One fine day (evening, morning, afternoon… time escapes her) she wakes and unfurls her wings of light, grown stronger only by her use of personal magic, and she decides that she’ll try flying.
Why not?
They exist, don’t they? They must have some purpose beyond that. If not, they’d be terrible at getting her off the ground, which they weren’t. Cheri could hover and glide a few paces, and she reasoned that if she had the space she could probably get lift.
And that’s exactly how she ended up flapping her way haphazardly over the sea, navigating the little inlet of water that separated her home forest from the shoreline of Silver Cove. By accident, she’d caught a stray gust of wind and it blew her higher than she intended, taking the yearling filly out towards uncharted waters, and then she’d fought to stay afloat instead of crashing into the water. Now she was swinging into a wild landing, careening one way and then back the other as she flew progressively lower and lower.
When she landed, Cheri stumbled toward the nearest cover she could find. A large boulder supplied enough camouflage, and she ducked into its shadows with a newfound appreciation for her black coat. Nervously, she caught her breath. This was not home; the place she’d touched down on was nothing like Taiga, so she’d better rest and wait here before trying to fly back. It would’ve been a perfect plan too, if the boulder hadn’t blown apart minutes later and left her exposed, looking out at the beach with terror gripping her thoughts.
What the hell, she thought, jerking sideways and clenching her light wings close to her sides. Cheri had a lapse of time where she was disconnected - the boulder exploded and she could only stand there and stare, realizing it wasn’t her that had ripped apart - before the other horse yelled, “I’m not afraid of you!”
At a loss for words, she yelled back “I come in peace!” Hoping that the next thing he dissolved wouldn’t be herself.
@[starlore]