they promised that dreams come true
Ori has been shaped by many people in her life, though rarely in a good way. All but Pteron, who taught her to embrace the sky and the wings on her back. There is little else in her life that has stuck with her except this. Her family comes and goes, and she would say her friends come and go as well but she’s never really had any of those. Lands come and go, and home, though she has lived in a few places, has only ever been Silver Cove for her, though she has not been back to see it’s shores for so long now. The point being simply that most of Ori’s life has been of a rather transient nature, except for this one lesson.
Oh, she does love to fly. The weather is threatening rain and so, with the morning sky still clear enough, this is where she finds herself. If she would be grounded later, she might as well enjoy some time in the air now. Her flight brings her over the common lands, as it often does, for she finds herself strolling these lands far more than any “home”. From the sky she can see all those belong, often keeping close enough to the earth that they are more than just little dots. She can catch colors and movement, can see who or what might be in the meadow or strolling along the river. She glides along this way, watching as others live a life she’s never fully grasped how to live. Perhaps it is better this way, though it doesn’t feel like it.
Eventually, a stallion moving at a full gallop catches her eye as he races into the meadow. When he comes to a stop she can see him better, a rather handsome stallion, lilac in color with a blue blaze down his face. The idea that he is handsome is not a flirtatious thing for Ori, but rather just the way she sees the world. She paints her own worlds and so she sees beauty in most things, and he is no exception. He is younger, though she cannot tell how many years younger than she is. Honestly, Ori has never stopped feeling like a child, even if her body no longer is one.
It seems that he may be looking for some company though, and he’s caught her attention enough that she lands not too far off, tucking her wings to her side as she does so. She makes her way forward with a friendly nicker and a soft smile. ”Would you care for some company?” she asks, voice soft and pleasant. There’s something almost timid about her, though it’s hard to say exactly what. Perhaps just in the quietness of her, or the seeming aura of a life not lived that hangs around her. And yet her kindness is easy enough to spot in that as well. ”I’m Ori,”, she says, having long since stopped using her full name. Whoever Oriash was meant to be, she became quiet Ori instead.
but they forgot that nightmares are dreams too
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Use of mild power playing is allowed; no injuries without permission