Rainforest Cliffs
01-23-2018, 05:19 PM
Place a name upon the night, one to set your heart alight
And to make the darkness bright
Paint the sky with stars.
And to make the darkness bright
Paint the sky with stars.
"I am fairly sure," she answers, looking at the star. Back home, you had only been able to see the star in the summer, and thus it had been named Suvi. Many summer foals born under Suvi's light were blessed with starfire, including Syksy. Still, Taivas wonders to herself if she was mistaken. Somehow, the shaman doubted she would mistake her brother's birthstar.
A soft sigh escapes her lips, thinking suddenly that she would never see her own birthstar again.
Thinking back to her father's teachings on the universe, the painted girl tries to formulate a more certain perspective on the star. Otem seemed to have a pressing need to have this star be the same.
Taivas wished desperately she could confirm her desires.
The young girl's voice collapses, followed by an awkward laugh, but the shaman just passively looks at her. Patience and warm exudes from her eyes, though her expression is cold like the moon otherwise. Another universe, hmm? The starry eyed maiden turns away to consider the notion. She wonders what a different universe entails. Certainly, the Rift was a curious and strange world, but Taivas had a difficult time believing they were on a different plane entirely.
For all of its oddities, the Rift shared similarities with her former home. A different universe? She doubted it. Wouldn't she have noticed traveling to a different universe entirely? Did the sun not still rise in the east and set in the west? What of the moon? Did it not still wax and wane as it had back home? She says none of this aloud, but looks at Otem once more.
"The heavens have shifted, but they do not seem completely changed," her voice is more confident than her former answer. "This is still Loorien, I suspect, even if the Rift has somehow bent reality."
She thinks of the various teachings of the elders on the sky and their world. She had never heard of the Rift, but this does not mean it did not exist outside of their knowledge. The elders had never heard of Helovia before mother arrived. Surely, this one could be no different.
A soft sigh escapes her lips, thinking suddenly that she would never see her own birthstar again.
Thinking back to her father's teachings on the universe, the painted girl tries to formulate a more certain perspective on the star. Otem seemed to have a pressing need to have this star be the same.
Taivas wished desperately she could confirm her desires.
The young girl's voice collapses, followed by an awkward laugh, but the shaman just passively looks at her. Patience and warm exudes from her eyes, though her expression is cold like the moon otherwise. Another universe, hmm? The starry eyed maiden turns away to consider the notion. She wonders what a different universe entails. Certainly, the Rift was a curious and strange world, but Taivas had a difficult time believing they were on a different plane entirely.
For all of its oddities, the Rift shared similarities with her former home. A different universe? She doubted it. Wouldn't she have noticed traveling to a different universe entirely? Did the sun not still rise in the east and set in the west? What of the moon? Did it not still wax and wane as it had back home? She says none of this aloud, but looks at Otem once more.
"The heavens have shifted, but they do not seem completely changed," her voice is more confident than her former answer. "This is still Loorien, I suspect, even if the Rift has somehow bent reality."
She thinks of the various teachings of the elders on the sky and their world. She had never heard of the Rift, but this does not mean it did not exist outside of their knowledge. The elders had never heard of Helovia before mother arrived. Surely, this one could be no different.
Taivas
