A Moment in Thyme

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Post Tue Sep 05, 2017 4:06 am

A Moment in Thyme

Finally, some peace.

Thyme, simply put, was almost as sensitive to energies of the land as earth elementals. It was a different sort of sensitivity, one that had little to do with the growth and plants and everything to do with the spirit of the realm itself. The lands were alive - in certain places, particular realms. This, his birth realm, certainly was just as sentient as his homeland. It was also much, much quieter, almost slumbering.

Home had been healed, the land fully restored, and creatures of all kinds have been flocking in. There was something going on about twins, somewhere, and with the realm tied into the spirit of every creature it harbors it was rather a big deal; everyone felt it. Then there was the little pocket of shimmer points, portals to a sister land that would be linked intricately enough to lose all definition. Maybe. There was also an idea being tossed around about simply taking a piece of the sister realm completely off and reattaching it to home, like peeling moss off a living tree to let it feed on an old log. The trouble was detaching without damage, and then encouraging reattachment. And all of that was, of course, if such a transfusion would even be permissible.

The realm was practically singing with so much activity, so much fresh life being bound and wandering about to establish territories. As wonderful as it was, Thyme had found himself needing to step away. An oasis in the thriving hum was more than welcome.

He knew he'd be able to count on his birthland for that pocket of quiet. He had ulterior motivations, if he was to be honest with himself, but the driving factor was a need for peace.

He'd met a mare, once, some time ago; a mare who shared lands in his realm, lands belonging to the territory of another. His bonded had given strict instructions that they were not to wander from the personal territory of her clan. There was no danger, not worth mentioning, but if they were to remain under her personal protection then they had to remain within the borders of her territory. There were other creatures similar to their own kind that wandered freely as part of the lands; they could do the same, if they truly wished, but the moment they did they left her protection until they could make it home again.

Thyme had thought, more than once, of stepping away from that safety and crossing into the territories of Nymph and her bonded. They shared the realm, after all; it would be easy. But he worried, a rather new sensation for the large stallion. Did she even want to see him? He knew where her home was, yes, but she equally knew of his... Would his unannounced wandering bring trouble to nip at his hocks? Would the mare's bonded accept a stranger to her personal territory? With everything going on, it may be that such an extra distraction would be rather unwelcome. He knew his own bonded and her family were playing rather active roles in helping the influx of creatures rushing home; perhaps Nymph's bonded was doing the same. Thyme might not know the details of what his bonded did, but he could feel the draw on her own energy reserves.

So many ties; to his bonded, and through her to his bondmates, and to the realm itself, which tied him to all other lives that scurried and flew through the lands. He could sense the twins that came just as much as anyone else; one of them was in danger of overpowering the other, snuffing out the spark of light before they had a chance to start. They were stabilized for now, but everyone was holding their breath, even while watching the sister-realm from the corners of their eyes.

What if Nymph's bonded was helping with the twins, or with the sister-realm, or simply helping everyone who found their way back as his own bonded was doing? There was so much going on. Could he really add to that by trying to trail after some pretty mare?

At least here it was quiet. If he was lucky she might feel the same, may need a break as well... If not, he could enjoy the tang of a different grass, the feel of a different sun, the sigh of a different breeze.

He sighed, idly grazing as his tail swished around his legs, enjoying the sensation of quiet that made the rest of the noise faint and indistinct. It was all far away, now.

There was peace here. Life slumbered, in the small pocket of the realm that was the haven to his kind. Storms of magic still raged across distant hills, but not here.

Here, the lands were quiet.

A squirrel watch him for a time before hurrying off to gather a few last acorns for the winter store. Some few birds, not quite yet having migrated, chirped softly as the late afternoon light lay heavy between the trees. The sun was still warm, but the air was growing cool. The grass was still thick and juicy, but there were patches that had begun to dry and wither. Autumn was coming to this land; his favorite season, perverse as it may seem.

It wouldn't be long before the burning colors of summer's flowers was replaced with flaming notes through the trees.

Everything was beginning to prepare for winter's long sleep, and he absolutely loved it.


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Post Wed Sep 06, 2017 9:59 pm

Re: A Moment in Thyme

For all intensive purposes, there was nothing "wrong" with home. The cottage was the same; secluded, wonderfully tucked away from humanity, quaint, and full of loving presences. But something was still... off. Things were changing, far faster than Nymph would like, and she felt like she was being inexplicably dragged down by the all of the adjustments. She yearned for simplicity, the wind in her mane and the earth under her hooves. She wanted quiet- not the oppressive silence that seemed to go hand in hand with something forbodding, but the barest and gentlest of sounds, like a gallop at midnight with nothing but the owls to keep her company. Or the soft cooing of the birds in the trees at sunset while she made her way through stand after stand of trees.

The Rogues had just... left... one afternoon, as if summoned by some mysterious force. The cottage had been abuzz with speculation. Her Lady had not seemed phased by their disappearance. She, more than anyone, understood their nature, and knew that they would return when the time was right. The more motherly members of the herd fussed over their well-being. The less even-tempered Serians ranted about how inconsiderate they were, and worried over them in private. The stir they had caused at the cottage was enough to set off the gentle mare. She wasn't too keen on change, dissension... anything that disrupted the careful calm she had created around herself and in this realm. She didn't see the necessity in worrying- if the Lady had been distressed, she would have had cause for concern. But Shimmer and Galaxy had always been enigmas; she didn't think much of it, if truth be told.

It was more than that though. The very air seemed to thrum with energy, so much so that it set her skin on edge and incited that fight or flight (primarily flight) instinct of hers. There was no imminent danger, not that she could see at least, just something... else. She couldn't quite put her hoof on it, and the Lady wasn't sharing, not yet at least.

While the world unfolded around her, she looked for an escape. Her mind wandered back to times where she had been most serene, and on a whim she let her memories guide her as she galloped out of the valley and deeper into the wooded outskirts. She wasn't afraid, she had no need to be. While the forest was an unknown to most, there had always been this sense of familiarity and warmth every time she set foot into its depths.

She let herself feel the forest's gentle pulse; she inhaled the fresh earthy smells and smiled softly at the sensation of the earth giving way under her hooves. The wind was gentle, and the sun trickled in through the dense canopy, casting highlights and shimmers on her mane and wings. She flicked her tail lazily and blinked heavily. She felt sedated, fulfilled. Only one thing was missing...

Her thoughts drifted back to a time, not so long ago, where she had met a stallion who's instincts and mind were similar to her own. There was something in her very soul that called to him. It was inexplicable and intricate, a beautiful connection that she would have loved to explore more. But she had let herself be driven by simple fear. What if she wasn't enough? She had always been plagued by niggling self-doubt, it was one of her major flaws. He had been majestic, the very embodiment of the woods. He was most definitely a kindred spirit, but next to him she felt like a child that still required teaching. She didn't balk at learning new things, it wasn't that. She was just... intimidated, and she felt decidedly unworthy next to his near-elemental instincts. And yet, he had nuzzled her and settled down with her in the tall grass, his affection evident. She had wrapped his closeness around her like a safety blanket, and basked in his warmth. It had been but a moment, but it had meant more to her than she had originally realized.

She hadn't realized that she was standing still, daydreaming in place, oblivious even to the small field mouse that skittered across her path. She sighed, but paused mid exhale as she heard a similar noise not too far off.

She edged forward out of natural timidness, her ears flicking idly as she strained to pinpoint the source of the noise. She started to weave her way through the trees and underbrush until she came across a familiar Serian, grazing quietly. Her eyes lit up with surprise and warmth, and she surprised herself by feeling the heat hit her nose in a dainty blush. She had paused in the treeline- thank goodness he hadn't seen her in such a state. How embarrassing!

She gathered her courage and trotted softly up beside him until they were flank to flank. She smiled gently, her head tilted ever so slightly as she spoke; her voice was as light and musical as the songbirds, or so she had been told.

"It has been too long, dear friend," she said, as she dipped her head to graze nearest to him. What must he be thinking? Hopefully he hadn't thought she had been avoiding him. He seemed much too sensible for that. None the less, she still feared that he might somehow be angry with her. Or had she imagined a connection between them after all? Perhaps their recent distance had been enough, and her careful use of the word "friend" was actually entirely accurate.

She tried not to fret, and instead just focused on him, on being near him and enjoying the warmth of the late summer sun.
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Post Wed Sep 13, 2017 6:24 pm

Re: A Moment in Thyme

He lifted his head just slightly as she stepped next to him, flicking an ear towards the delicate looking Nymph. She had nothing that would jingle, nothing to distinguish her by sound alone, and yet he already knew the ebb and flow of her breath, the beat of her step. He knew her without seeing her; it simply brought a smile to have it confirmed as she lowered her head next to his to graze.

A small shift of his weight was all that was needed to bring him just that little bit closer, an attempt to brush his shoulder against hers as he reached to nuzzle her cheek. Thyme couldn't help but want to touch her, to be just that little bit closer.

Far too long, dearest. Have you been well? Has the new buzz at home reached as far as your bonded's territory?

He never tried to be overbearing, and honestly most would never consider it a possibility. He wasn't quite used to fussing over someone; Thyme just hoped she wouldn't mind.

He should have braved the journey, that much was obvious as soon as she stepped near. He could always apologize to her bonded for leaving his own lands; they did share a realm, the lands of Enchantra, so it was honestly simpler than opening a portal back to Sionayra. Why had he hesitated?

I've missed you, sweet lady. I'm sorry I didn't come find you.

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