Re: Colors of the Night
Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2014 9:29 pm
That grin sparked her own impish side, her eyes gleaming as she smirked over the grumpy goose comment. Leave it to her Prismatic friend!
She felt something as she took off at a dead run, stretching her little legs as far as they could go in an effort to keep up. It was a strange shifting and settling inside her, something new - but most things were new, so it didn't startle her. She was running in the night, the auroras boiling over her head, her friend prancing and tossing her mane in play beside her, and for a brief moment she felt as if she was more than she'd ever been. The frail barrier of reservation, erected by manners and civilities, fell away; for a moment she was fierce and wild and a power, though she had no special status as Rogue or Warrior or Elemental.
Her wings spread, the wind stirred, and the auroras cut down to spark along her hooves as they lifted out of the grass to run in the sky, her wings bearing her weight in the swirling breeze. She didn't think this was the sort of astral wind she could feel her special link to, so it wasn't all that likely she'd managed to summon it - but still, it had come. It lifted her and the lights in the sky reached down for her and her head reached as high as Spectrum's as she sped along the shallow banks of the pond.
Then the moment passed, leaving her to slide onto the ground with heaving sides and the sensation of her wing muscles singing in joy - strained, but not overtaxed. Looking around, AuraSidra inspected the land with a passive eye and a shrewed gaze; grass, mud, water and a few small fish and plants poking through the shallows. She could probably enjoy splashing about and startling the little minnows, but she didn't feel like it at the moment.
Instead she looked at Spectrum and gave a small, smirking smile as she said Let's swim. I heard it was a lot like flying. Momma told me.
And of course, she worshiped her mother - so if Nova told her something, not only was it true but it was absolute.
She felt something as she took off at a dead run, stretching her little legs as far as they could go in an effort to keep up. It was a strange shifting and settling inside her, something new - but most things were new, so it didn't startle her. She was running in the night, the auroras boiling over her head, her friend prancing and tossing her mane in play beside her, and for a brief moment she felt as if she was more than she'd ever been. The frail barrier of reservation, erected by manners and civilities, fell away; for a moment she was fierce and wild and a power, though she had no special status as Rogue or Warrior or Elemental.
Her wings spread, the wind stirred, and the auroras cut down to spark along her hooves as they lifted out of the grass to run in the sky, her wings bearing her weight in the swirling breeze. She didn't think this was the sort of astral wind she could feel her special link to, so it wasn't all that likely she'd managed to summon it - but still, it had come. It lifted her and the lights in the sky reached down for her and her head reached as high as Spectrum's as she sped along the shallow banks of the pond.
Then the moment passed, leaving her to slide onto the ground with heaving sides and the sensation of her wing muscles singing in joy - strained, but not overtaxed. Looking around, AuraSidra inspected the land with a passive eye and a shrewed gaze; grass, mud, water and a few small fish and plants poking through the shallows. She could probably enjoy splashing about and startling the little minnows, but she didn't feel like it at the moment.
Instead she looked at Spectrum and gave a small, smirking smile as she said Let's swim. I heard it was a lot like flying. Momma told me.
And of course, she worshiped her mother - so if Nova told her something, not only was it true but it was absolute.