Solanis
07-22-2018, 06:59 PM
this is fact not fiction, should have held them in your lungs.
the words I said are spinning, reeling; your wide-eyed dreams weigh a ton.
the words I said are spinning, reeling; your wide-eyed dreams weigh a ton.
The unicorn is strange.
Her tone shifts as does her expression like the flit of a hummingbird's wings. Swift, so fast you do not really see the change, looking like a solid image and blur at the same time. Her words also make little sense. Taivas gains from the sometimes eerie laugh which spreads from her maw that Miin is not a pleasant soul, yet the words which she spews out now in an annoyed tone seem borderline encouraging.
The painted girl watches her with a blank expression, though behind the plastered mask confusion runs rampant. The shaman did not know well enough to be afraid of the mutated old croon, so instead she fell back on the default naivety which told her that even if it did not seem like it, she meant well. You do not seem so weak, lovely.
If not weak, what then was Taivas to believe? The Rift somehow felt the need to build upon her existing strength? Or perhaps the world sought to have her focus on strengths less apparent to the gentle healer.
The next set of words cause a chill to creep up her spine. The violent nature of the unicorn is undeniable in the way she speaks of ripping out their gullet. Then without much warning, Miin starts to leave, whispering something under her breath that Taivas misses in the drone of the rain.
"Wait!" the girl calls after her, not entirely sure why. However, her company makes no attempt to stop and also appears not to hear her as she disappears into the foilage of Solanis.
Probably for the best, anyway.
Her tone shifts as does her expression like the flit of a hummingbird's wings. Swift, so fast you do not really see the change, looking like a solid image and blur at the same time. Her words also make little sense. Taivas gains from the sometimes eerie laugh which spreads from her maw that Miin is not a pleasant soul, yet the words which she spews out now in an annoyed tone seem borderline encouraging.
The painted girl watches her with a blank expression, though behind the plastered mask confusion runs rampant. The shaman did not know well enough to be afraid of the mutated old croon, so instead she fell back on the default naivety which told her that even if it did not seem like it, she meant well. You do not seem so weak, lovely.
If not weak, what then was Taivas to believe? The Rift somehow felt the need to build upon her existing strength? Or perhaps the world sought to have her focus on strengths less apparent to the gentle healer.
The next set of words cause a chill to creep up her spine. The violent nature of the unicorn is undeniable in the way she speaks of ripping out their gullet. Then without much warning, Miin starts to leave, whispering something under her breath that Taivas misses in the drone of the rain.
"Wait!" the girl calls after her, not entirely sure why. However, her company makes no attempt to stop and also appears not to hear her as she disappears into the foilage of Solanis.
Probably for the best, anyway.
taivas.
