The Pinnacle
01-27-2018, 02:12 AM
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.
Taivas listens with rapt attention to the last riddle, her ears perked forward waiting for the Protector to speak. All of this focus and dedication gets her... nowhere.
The shaman never understood the intricacies of social emotion well enough to grasp the meaning of the words. She stands, face a blank canvas, with eyes oddly mimicking small voids, as the words roll from beneath his mask with eloquence and an upbeat tempo. The chords of her heart should have tugged and pulled. The only thing she could think she desired so much as to weep was to see her family again. Looking at the small, floating orb, she felt that family was not the answer he sought.
Surely, you encounter family in every blood relative born and every friendship forged.
Not once in a lifetime.
It is not until the muttering from behind her catches her attention that the healer begins to think more deeply and on the correct path. It is something that most everyone desires, even as foals... A feeling.... A connection...
A... feeling?
Now, the painted girl may appear like a pretty image with an unbending expression and emotionless heart. However, she has felt much, despite how little she's expressed. Feelings. She wonders what the feeling she harbors for her family would be called. It happens just that fast.
The warm, bright, soft, chaotic, powerful, brilliant emotion floods her heart and causes her to release a breath she did not know had been trapped in her lungs.
"Love," she says, confident in her announcement after being reminded.
""
The shaman never understood the intricacies of social emotion well enough to grasp the meaning of the words. She stands, face a blank canvas, with eyes oddly mimicking small voids, as the words roll from beneath his mask with eloquence and an upbeat tempo. The chords of her heart should have tugged and pulled. The only thing she could think she desired so much as to weep was to see her family again. Looking at the small, floating orb, she felt that family was not the answer he sought.
Surely, you encounter family in every blood relative born and every friendship forged.
Not once in a lifetime.
It is not until the muttering from behind her catches her attention that the healer begins to think more deeply and on the correct path. It is something that most everyone desires, even as foals... A feeling.... A connection...
A... feeling?
Now, the painted girl may appear like a pretty image with an unbending expression and emotionless heart. However, she has felt much, despite how little she's expressed. Feelings. She wonders what the feeling she harbors for her family would be called. It happens just that fast.
The warm, bright, soft, chaotic, powerful, brilliant emotion floods her heart and causes her to release a breath she did not know had been trapped in her lungs.
"Love," she says, confident in her announcement after being reminded.
""
Taivas
