09-08-2021, 04:47 PM
At first she thought the nightmares were her own. Malicious and terrible, full of fury and left her drowning in darkness. Is this what her father had warned her about? The malevolent plague bestowed upon their family, the beast that is their third eye? She had awoke in a cold sweat and tears, unable to shake the pure terror that had racked her lungs when she had screamed herself awake, her throat raw and burning. Is this to be her life; to live each waking moment in fear of the future, unable to outrun any of it?
Her father certainly hadn’t.
It is this question that is on her mind as she strolls absently through the barren meadow as frost and ice cracking beneath her opaline hooves. Warden had disappeared into the night, without a trace, and with his absence came the shadows and the nightmares. Tephra - the only thing she knew as home - was now a nightmare-scape and Bluebell is uncertain if they are her own premonitions, or if someone else’s magic has taken residence within her.
She ventures out, uncertain if she would return (if she were, it would be to retrieve her sister) any time soon, searching for something to ease her young mind. And maybe, just maybe, she would find her parents somewhere amongst the brittle grasses and achingly blue sky. Glancing up at the clear skies, she prays for the night; to search the stars for hope and guidance.
The sun is blazing and bright overhead but does nothing to soothe the cold that seems to bite into the very marrow of her bones, seeping through the deep chestnut and white of her porcelain skin. There are very few knicks and cracks in the glass that shines clear and bright with the sun’s rays, her legs whispering gently against the golden, dry grass. The violet flowers that haphazardly dot her mane and tail could possibly be frozen, Bluebell is too numb to tell. The numbness felt good, in some strange and foreign way.
It feels as if she’s become impenetrable - perhaps she could be, one day - but knows that the bitter cold only made her more fragile, more breakable.
Her father certainly hadn’t.
It is this question that is on her mind as she strolls absently through the barren meadow as frost and ice cracking beneath her opaline hooves. Warden had disappeared into the night, without a trace, and with his absence came the shadows and the nightmares. Tephra - the only thing she knew as home - was now a nightmare-scape and Bluebell is uncertain if they are her own premonitions, or if someone else’s magic has taken residence within her.
She ventures out, uncertain if she would return (if she were, it would be to retrieve her sister) any time soon, searching for something to ease her young mind. And maybe, just maybe, she would find her parents somewhere amongst the brittle grasses and achingly blue sky. Glancing up at the clear skies, she prays for the night; to search the stars for hope and guidance.
The sun is blazing and bright overhead but does nothing to soothe the cold that seems to bite into the very marrow of her bones, seeping through the deep chestnut and white of her porcelain skin. There are very few knicks and cracks in the glass that shines clear and bright with the sun’s rays, her legs whispering gently against the golden, dry grass. The violet flowers that haphazardly dot her mane and tail could possibly be frozen, Bluebell is too numb to tell. The numbness felt good, in some strange and foreign way.
It feels as if she’s become impenetrable - perhaps she could be, one day - but knows that the bitter cold only made her more fragile, more breakable.
bluebell
shaded by a tree; can’t live up to a rose
all i ever wanted was a sunny place to grow
@jenger
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