05-24-2021, 06:23 PM
sickle
Sickle no longer remembers the day that they arrived here in Tephra. There is a memory of the white mare they had spent that first day with, but it grows hazier and hazier as she devours all the other new information, all the other new experiences, that she can possibly cram into her waking hours. She enjoys learning, this iridescent girl - and is proving to be easily fascinated.
It helps that they are living somewhere that is fascinating - there is so, so much to see in this jungle that is absolutely brimming with life.
Tonight she is sprawled out on the lush jungle soil, fast asleep, when she begins to dream. Her body is consumed with a gentle glow, shifting blue and purple and teal that matches the iridescence of her coat. Beneath her eyelids, her mismatched eyes are the first thing to begin to twitch and then her entire body does.
She’s chasing something, it looks like. Maybe one of those glowing birds that she had actually been chasing earlier in the day.
Then she begins to shift, flickering between different colours and animals, her body can not quite agree on what it wants to be as she remains asleep. Each leg belongs to something else other than this small filly, her tail disagreeing with those legs and her head playing its own games. The deeper she slips into her dream, the faster the shifting rolls through her body in a chaotic way while she remains blissfully unaware - only focused on the snapping of her teeth on the tail of a bird woven from flowers.
It helps that they are living somewhere that is fascinating - there is so, so much to see in this jungle that is absolutely brimming with life.
Tonight she is sprawled out on the lush jungle soil, fast asleep, when she begins to dream. Her body is consumed with a gentle glow, shifting blue and purple and teal that matches the iridescence of her coat. Beneath her eyelids, her mismatched eyes are the first thing to begin to twitch and then her entire body does.
She’s chasing something, it looks like. Maybe one of those glowing birds that she had actually been chasing earlier in the day.
Then she begins to shift, flickering between different colours and animals, her body can not quite agree on what it wants to be as she remains asleep. Each leg belongs to something else other than this small filly, her tail disagreeing with those legs and her head playing its own games. The deeper she slips into her dream, the faster the shifting rolls through her body in a chaotic way while she remains blissfully unaware - only focused on the snapping of her teeth on the tail of a bird woven from flowers.
@[Malik] & @[Wishbone] <3