09-21-2019, 04:22 PM
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Beulah had all but given up on her search. It was becoming plainly obvious that her mother was nowhere to be found - that she’d moved on just as the little pink girl had. The little pink filly didn’t regret the circumstances of her life - she’d been lucky to quite literally stumble upon a family of sorts. But the lingering guilt of the mother she’d inadvertently left behind had weighed heavily upon her small shoulders the past few weeks. Before she hadn’t been old enough to understand what had truly transpired - but as she grew in both age and maturity (well, sort of) - the guilt had come creeping through the shadows and dimmed her usual exuberance.
Though her search of the meadow had been fruitless, her mind quieted. She had, at the very least, tried to make things right. Truthfully, she didn’t know what else she could do at this point. So the little pink girl prepared herself for the journey home - back to Sylva and the family she’d chosen and whom had chosen her in return. The thought helped lift her spirits somewhat and helped put some spring back in her step.
The journey home brought the girl close to the base of the mountain. Her gaze drew upwards. Maybe one day, when she was old enough to use her wings, she’d be able to fly that high. She lingered for another heartbeat, watching as the mountain seemed to reach up and stroke the bellies of the clouds. However as she turned away, she heard <i>something</i>. It wasn’t a bird or an animal - but the chime was soft, unnatural, and seemed to linger on the breeze. Beulah wasn’t sure what to make of the sound. Her ears pricked and her eyes narrowed as she tried to decipher where the sound had come from and what could have possibly made such a noise.
But then she saw it.
The wisp of light, hanging unnaturally in the air.
The flicker of light sent a shockwave through her body. <B>"Mother!"</b> she breathed, disbelieving. That had been her mother’s magic. Light. Her mother could bend light to her will and produce light where there was none. Beulah had been afraid of the dark, once upon a time. Her mother used to create the smallest, most delicate wisps of light that would dance over her head as she slept - keeping away all that lurked in the darkness.
So obviously, in in the girl’s eyes, this light was her mother she had lost over a year ago. She didn’t even consider any alternate possibilities. She’d found her. She’d found <i>mother</i>!
Lala practically skipped towards the light. Thoughts flipped through her mind fast and furiously. What would she even <i>say</i> to her mother? <i>I’m sorry I got lost. I’m sorry I never came back to find you. I was young and scared but most importantly I was safe. I found a family, I think you’d like them.</i> Her heart raced at the prospect of seeing her mother again and she began rehearsing the reunion in her head. However, as she approached the light it vanished.
<B> "Nooooo nonono! Come back!"</b> she blurted, scrambling after the little wisp and doing her best not to trip over her own feet as she did so. She spun in a panic, whirling around in a blur of pink hair and feathers until another wisp of light flickered just beyond the edge of the trees. Beulah let out the breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding and set off in pursuit of the wisp.
The process repeated itself with the pink girl scrambling from wisp to wisp as they appeared and disappeared. Lala paid little to no attention to her surroundings as she followed the lights - the lights that will surely lead her to her mother. She didn’t know how long she’d walked or how many lights appeared and disappeared.
However, she did know that she had <i>absolutely no idea</i> where she’d ended up. She stood, wings pulled tightly to her sides as if trying to hold herself together, waiting for the next light to appear. But no such light did appear. There was a strange doorway blanketed in thick, tangled vines standing alone - eerie and undisturbed. <b>"Mother?"</b> she called, uncertainly. With no lights and nowhere left to go, her gaze returned to the strange door. Indecision burned through her. But she knew she <i>had</i> to cross. She couldn’t turn her back on her mother again. She just couldn’t.
So the little pink girl stepped through the doorway with a stomach full of nerves but heart bursting with hope.
<center><font style=letter-spacing:3px><Font color=826f6f><i> there's nothing you can do that can't be done,
nothing you can sing that can't be sung. </i></font></font></table> </center></center>
Beulah had all but given up on her search. It was becoming plainly obvious that her mother was nowhere to be found - that she’d moved on just as the little pink girl had. The little pink filly didn’t regret the circumstances of her life - she’d been lucky to quite literally stumble upon a family of sorts. But the lingering guilt of the mother she’d inadvertently left behind had weighed heavily upon her small shoulders the past few weeks. Before she hadn’t been old enough to understand what had truly transpired - but as she grew in both age and maturity (well, sort of) - the guilt had come creeping through the shadows and dimmed her usual exuberance.
Though her search of the meadow had been fruitless, her mind quieted. She had, at the very least, tried to make things right. Truthfully, she didn’t know what else she could do at this point. So the little pink girl prepared herself for the journey home - back to Sylva and the family she’d chosen and whom had chosen her in return. The thought helped lift her spirits somewhat and helped put some spring back in her step.
The journey home brought the girl close to the base of the mountain. Her gaze drew upwards. Maybe one day, when she was old enough to use her wings, she’d be able to fly that high. She lingered for another heartbeat, watching as the mountain seemed to reach up and stroke the bellies of the clouds. However as she turned away, she heard <i>something</i>. It wasn’t a bird or an animal - but the chime was soft, unnatural, and seemed to linger on the breeze. Beulah wasn’t sure what to make of the sound. Her ears pricked and her eyes narrowed as she tried to decipher where the sound had come from and what could have possibly made such a noise.
But then she saw it.
The wisp of light, hanging unnaturally in the air.
The flicker of light sent a shockwave through her body. <B>"Mother!"</b> she breathed, disbelieving. That had been her mother’s magic. Light. Her mother could bend light to her will and produce light where there was none. Beulah had been afraid of the dark, once upon a time. Her mother used to create the smallest, most delicate wisps of light that would dance over her head as she slept - keeping away all that lurked in the darkness.
So obviously, in in the girl’s eyes, this light was her mother she had lost over a year ago. She didn’t even consider any alternate possibilities. She’d found her. She’d found <i>mother</i>!
Lala practically skipped towards the light. Thoughts flipped through her mind fast and furiously. What would she even <i>say</i> to her mother? <i>I’m sorry I got lost. I’m sorry I never came back to find you. I was young and scared but most importantly I was safe. I found a family, I think you’d like them.</i> Her heart raced at the prospect of seeing her mother again and she began rehearsing the reunion in her head. However, as she approached the light it vanished.
<B> "Nooooo nonono! Come back!"</b> she blurted, scrambling after the little wisp and doing her best not to trip over her own feet as she did so. She spun in a panic, whirling around in a blur of pink hair and feathers until another wisp of light flickered just beyond the edge of the trees. Beulah let out the breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding and set off in pursuit of the wisp.
The process repeated itself with the pink girl scrambling from wisp to wisp as they appeared and disappeared. Lala paid little to no attention to her surroundings as she followed the lights - the lights that will surely lead her to her mother. She didn’t know how long she’d walked or how many lights appeared and disappeared.
However, she did know that she had <i>absolutely no idea</i> where she’d ended up. She stood, wings pulled tightly to her sides as if trying to hold herself together, waiting for the next light to appear. But no such light did appear. There was a strange doorway blanketed in thick, tangled vines standing alone - eerie and undisturbed. <b>"Mother?"</b> she called, uncertainly. With no lights and nowhere left to go, her gaze returned to the strange door. Indecision burned through her. But she knew she <i>had</i> to cross. She couldn’t turn her back on her mother again. She just couldn’t.
So the little pink girl stepped through the doorway with a stomach full of nerves but heart bursting with hope.
<center><font style=letter-spacing:3px><Font color=826f6f><i> there's nothing you can do that can't be done,
nothing you can sing that can't be sung. </i></font></font></table> </center></center>