06-08-2020, 02:27 PM
The midnight air whips around my wings as I fly tonight. The open sky above me aches with a blackness, alleviated only by the pinprick stars which twinkle here, there, and everywhere. The warmth of the season lends this night's flight a joyful and carefree energy, an energy which I exude from my every pore; young as I am yet, not much troubles me in the world.
Not much, that is, until the dust rolls in.
How it came to be in such a high altitude I haven't time to wonder as, wracked by coughs, I stagger towards the earth. The nebulescent glow of my wings becomes swallowed as I fall but they do not falter in their attempts to keep me alive. Moments later, I alight upon Tephran soil, my knees jolting with the speed of the impact. Still, an exuberant smile colours my expression, and I reach back to preen my wings. <I>Thank you,</i> I whisper to them. And then, gazing up through the dust, <i>And thank you,</i> to the stars.
Figuring that I ought to conclude the night's adventures in the wake of the universe's distinct message to me, I turn about on my string-bean legs and trot back to the coconut grove, where mother and mama await me. As I run, the dust that'd brought me down burrows its way into my mane and tail with a seeming consciousness that most other dust lacks. A snort and a shake of my head does little to budge the stuff. Gross!
Yet, as I nuzzle my way into my mothers' sides, a dozen twinkles begin to form in my mane and tail. Eyelids heavy with sleep, I assume the twinkling to be a dream-related phenomena (those being rather common in my family) and go to sleep. Little do I know that the stars have further impressed themselves on to my body.
OOC: Indius claims "stars" or "starry points", like "flowers" but instead of flowers it's a dozen or so glowing beads in his mane and tail.
Not much, that is, until the dust rolls in.
How it came to be in such a high altitude I haven't time to wonder as, wracked by coughs, I stagger towards the earth. The nebulescent glow of my wings becomes swallowed as I fall but they do not falter in their attempts to keep me alive. Moments later, I alight upon Tephran soil, my knees jolting with the speed of the impact. Still, an exuberant smile colours my expression, and I reach back to preen my wings. <I>Thank you,</i> I whisper to them. And then, gazing up through the dust, <i>And thank you,</i> to the stars.
Figuring that I ought to conclude the night's adventures in the wake of the universe's distinct message to me, I turn about on my string-bean legs and trot back to the coconut grove, where mother and mama await me. As I run, the dust that'd brought me down burrows its way into my mane and tail with a seeming consciousness that most other dust lacks. A snort and a shake of my head does little to budge the stuff. Gross!
Yet, as I nuzzle my way into my mothers' sides, a dozen twinkles begin to form in my mane and tail. Eyelids heavy with sleep, I assume the twinkling to be a dream-related phenomena (those being rather common in my family) and go to sleep. Little do I know that the stars have further impressed themselves on to my body.
OOC: Indius claims "stars" or "starry points", like "flowers" but instead of flowers it's a dozen or so glowing beads in his mane and tail.