05-02-2021, 03:05 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-02-2021, 03:06 PM by Neverwhere.)
Hey all you cool cats and kittens
Neverwhere may not think she has ever been lost, but she has certainly wound up where she didn't expect on more occasions than she can count on her hooves - and for someone who can bring duplicates of herself into existence, shivering them out from the silvered air, that's quite a few. She pauses, head cocked while she considers Lilli's question, and then shrugs it away entirely.
She hasn't tried to go anywhere yet, not really. Everywhere seems open to them, and the way is strange, directionless.
"It's different here. You can't follow the sun or the stars and you can't trust that moon. A step goes nowhere, and a thought..."
There's a new hesitation, they've a shared history that doesn't need to be spoken.
"Just be careful with your thoughts."
The space around them changes, the fog that might be Taiga and might be the Forest and might be a place that the copper mare keeps in her heart evaporates and in its place is a bright sun shining at high noon. Chalk-white sand whips their legs, covering everything in a fine dust. Neverwhere remembers the heat of the place and sweat breaks across her mud-caked neck and barrel. This is her homeland, this unyielding place that has swallowed the half-formed fog of Lilli's memories. The fog becomes greasewood and juniper and the thrum of biting flies.
The sandy soil underfoot crunches softly when she breaks away from Lilli's side. Not far off, a colorful band grazes with tossing heads and twitches tails, fending off the flies, but she doesn't approach them. She doesn't go far because she remembers how easy it is to be turned around and confused by the dry washes, how simple to take a wrong turn and in a blink your family is gone. It hadn't happened to her, but others, yes. Others had disappeared.
Squinting through the harsh light - oh she remembers how it stung her eyes, how her face had burned - Nev turns back to her old friend.
"I don't understand how it works. Are we in the same place as before? Did we move, or did things just change around us? And who are they?" She gestures back to the herd, "Are they really the souls the desert has eaten? Are they a trick of my memory, or a trap laid to catch me up?"
The problem, it seems, is not her sense of direction.
The problem is how do they know they're getting anywhere at all?
She hasn't tried to go anywhere yet, not really. Everywhere seems open to them, and the way is strange, directionless.
"It's different here. You can't follow the sun or the stars and you can't trust that moon. A step goes nowhere, and a thought..."
There's a new hesitation, they've a shared history that doesn't need to be spoken.
"Just be careful with your thoughts."
The space around them changes, the fog that might be Taiga and might be the Forest and might be a place that the copper mare keeps in her heart evaporates and in its place is a bright sun shining at high noon. Chalk-white sand whips their legs, covering everything in a fine dust. Neverwhere remembers the heat of the place and sweat breaks across her mud-caked neck and barrel. This is her homeland, this unyielding place that has swallowed the half-formed fog of Lilli's memories. The fog becomes greasewood and juniper and the thrum of biting flies.
The sandy soil underfoot crunches softly when she breaks away from Lilli's side. Not far off, a colorful band grazes with tossing heads and twitches tails, fending off the flies, but she doesn't approach them. She doesn't go far because she remembers how easy it is to be turned around and confused by the dry washes, how simple to take a wrong turn and in a blink your family is gone. It hadn't happened to her, but others, yes. Others had disappeared.
Squinting through the harsh light - oh she remembers how it stung her eyes, how her face had burned - Nev turns back to her old friend.
"I don't understand how it works. Are we in the same place as before? Did we move, or did things just change around us? And who are they?" She gestures back to the herd, "Are they really the souls the desert has eaten? Are they a trick of my memory, or a trap laid to catch me up?"
The problem, it seems, is not her sense of direction.
The problem is how do they know they're getting anywhere at all?
That bitch, Neverwhere
@[lilliana] (sorry about your to-do list, bro lmao)
