01-10-2020, 12:35 PM
The seasons rush through Beqanna in all their glorious force. Some blowing in on gentle winds and others such as this winter storming her lands in a torrential downfall of soft, cold flakes.
No matter their entrance Olver had accepted each one with a smile upon his velvety lips. It was a cycle that needed to happen and the assurance that the world was following its path and the end of it was still far off gave him comfort in his nomadic travels.
He followed the winding river watching the water travel effortlessly beneath its glass case towards freedom at its mouth. When a clearing of the bright night sky presented itself he watched the twinkling stars mirrored on the glassy top of the river, his auburn reflection staring back pulled him from his wistful daydreams.
As he drew closer to ocean the sky began to lighten and with it a frown. It had been many seasons since he had regained his voice.... no that's not right, you can't regain something you never had... It had been many seasons since a voice in the night had been gifted to him.
But what good did it do when you had noone to talk to. This feeling of loneliness hit him sometimes, out of the blue, and with it memories of the few conversations he had ever had in his lifetime.
Persea.
Lillianna.
Sadness crept into his belly as he continued to follow the silent river. Others wished for solitude, complete silence. Olver wished for anything but. His mossy green eyes looked forward, that was all he could do he supposed.
Just as he did so the auburn, green stallion was frozen where he stood. It couldn't be. A seafoam beauty, emerging from the edge of the world before him. "Pers.." ..ea he began to shout, his words stolen mid breath as the sun broke the horizon. Persea, it couldn't be. he was imagining her. His first true friend emerging before him just as he was about to lose himself all over again.
He couldn't be that lucky.
@[Persea]
No matter their entrance Olver had accepted each one with a smile upon his velvety lips. It was a cycle that needed to happen and the assurance that the world was following its path and the end of it was still far off gave him comfort in his nomadic travels.
He followed the winding river watching the water travel effortlessly beneath its glass case towards freedom at its mouth. When a clearing of the bright night sky presented itself he watched the twinkling stars mirrored on the glassy top of the river, his auburn reflection staring back pulled him from his wistful daydreams.
As he drew closer to ocean the sky began to lighten and with it a frown. It had been many seasons since he had regained his voice.... no that's not right, you can't regain something you never had... It had been many seasons since a voice in the night had been gifted to him.
But what good did it do when you had noone to talk to. This feeling of loneliness hit him sometimes, out of the blue, and with it memories of the few conversations he had ever had in his lifetime.
Persea.
Lillianna.
Sadness crept into his belly as he continued to follow the silent river. Others wished for solitude, complete silence. Olver wished for anything but. His mossy green eyes looked forward, that was all he could do he supposed.
Just as he did so the auburn, green stallion was frozen where he stood. It couldn't be. A seafoam beauty, emerging from the edge of the world before him. "Pers.." ..ea he began to shout, his words stolen mid breath as the sun broke the horizon. Persea, it couldn't be. he was imagining her. His first true friend emerging before him just as he was about to lose himself all over again.
He couldn't be that lucky.
@[Persea]
