Rainforest Cliffs
04-29-2018, 07:09 PM
Taivas
An impossibly bright streak of light bursts forth from the sky above and disappears somewhere in the forest below. The shock of the strobe causes Taivas to pause immediately, her eyes looking around for but a moment before the crashing thud of thunder collapses on her body. The lightning strike flew so closes the shudder of the sky shook her small frame, shaking loose water from the trees above, all splashing uselessly on Taivas's body, but leaving no trace of their path as they slide to the ground.
In the dark, the charm given by the Matriarch glimmers as it works to keep the painted girl dry in the dampest of nights.
Quiet steps draw her attention for a moment, her dark eyes scanning the shadows of the giant trees. Her own pale glow illuminates a small area around her, causing the ill-lit forest to draw larger shadows pointing outward, like a small piece of the moon that had stumbled down to earth. She sees a lithe outline of something moving quietly in the distance, and she starts to move in its direction.
Her hooves squelch in the waterlogged loam below, sending droplets cascading into the air despite her careful pace. "Hello?" she calls out toward the shadow, for the shaman is no hunter. She has no idea that keeping quiet is advised to keep your query from running the opposite direction of you. The gentle girl loathed the idea of the creature being prey, for she still held lofty ideas that whatever Asulli she found might wish to give her a feather without the need for violence.
Taivas was an idealist at, perhaps, the most unreasonable of times.
Her thoughts are scattered, though, as the sound of thrumming hooves garners her immediate attention. Abruptly, a gangly form of a foal bursts through the trees. The shaman's eyes widen ever-so-slightly from the surprise of the filly's sudden appearance, but otherwise her face remains slack. The girl looks shaken, and the starry-eyed maiden has a good guess as to why. The thunder had no doubt shaken the whole forest and sent this poor child to flight. She is small, painted in the pale blue of early morning, with the tiniest hint of a horn on her forehead.
"Settle down," she says, a soft soothing tone over the patter of rain on leaves. "It would be unusual for lightning to strike the same place twice." The meek smile on her lips is meant to be calming, though likely fails in its intent.
Her eyes trail back to where she had seen the shadow before, hoping the creature had not taken flight as soon as the shaman's attention was split.""
In the dark, the charm given by the Matriarch glimmers as it works to keep the painted girl dry in the dampest of nights.
Quiet steps draw her attention for a moment, her dark eyes scanning the shadows of the giant trees. Her own pale glow illuminates a small area around her, causing the ill-lit forest to draw larger shadows pointing outward, like a small piece of the moon that had stumbled down to earth. She sees a lithe outline of something moving quietly in the distance, and she starts to move in its direction.
Her hooves squelch in the waterlogged loam below, sending droplets cascading into the air despite her careful pace. "Hello?" she calls out toward the shadow, for the shaman is no hunter. She has no idea that keeping quiet is advised to keep your query from running the opposite direction of you. The gentle girl loathed the idea of the creature being prey, for she still held lofty ideas that whatever Asulli she found might wish to give her a feather without the need for violence.
Taivas was an idealist at, perhaps, the most unreasonable of times.
Her thoughts are scattered, though, as the sound of thrumming hooves garners her immediate attention. Abruptly, a gangly form of a foal bursts through the trees. The shaman's eyes widen ever-so-slightly from the surprise of the filly's sudden appearance, but otherwise her face remains slack. The girl looks shaken, and the starry-eyed maiden has a good guess as to why. The thunder had no doubt shaken the whole forest and sent this poor child to flight. She is small, painted in the pale blue of early morning, with the tiniest hint of a horn on her forehead.
"Settle down," she says, a soft soothing tone over the patter of rain on leaves. "It would be unusual for lightning to strike the same place twice." The meek smile on her lips is meant to be calming, though likely fails in its intent.
Her eyes trail back to where she had seen the shadow before, hoping the creature had not taken flight as soon as the shaman's attention was split.""
moon dust in your lungs
stars in your eyes
you are a child of the cosmos,
a ruler of the skies
stars in your eyes
you are a child of the cosmos,
a ruler of the skies
