Colors of the Night
Posted: Sun May 04, 2014 2:18 am
The storms had come; she'd gone home to see them, the first ones of her short life.
As marvelous as it'd been, she still returned to the fields in a rather uncharacteristically melancholy state. Truth be told, she was deeply missing her closest friend Spectrum. She had only just stumbled back into the mare's company when she rushed off in her excitement.
Taking a few days at home had meant weeks would have gone by here; the rest had been good for her, and pitching in with the work made her feel important. But she could only do so much; eventually she was banished to her adventures again.
She didn't think she'd he lucky enough to find either Spectrum or the interesting water mare she'd left behind, but she was sure to find something. Besides, she'd have to see Spectrum again before too much longer; the pair were running a rather prosperous honey trade.
It didn't stop her from missing her friend though. She wanted to show her a new trick she'd recently found.
As she couldn't, she used her trick of "painting" withe auroras to create an image of her friend in the sky. It wasn't perfect - a filly's rendering, if a talented one. But it got the idea across.
She'd found herself in a strange area when she returned, a place with huge trees that had spikey leaves all covered in ice. She did know the type of ice at least; snow had begun to melt only to freeze over again.
There was ice and mud all around, everything glinting bright under the clear sky. It was decent lighting, but she also had a moss-crystal with her. They glowed even in the brightest sunlight; it was of course a blue-green crystal with a shimmering gold moss. The little design in the middle looked like a fluttering ribbon.
Clever as she was, she'd asked her next closest friend Darroch to coax a sproutling to grow around it. Drying the plant left her with a small and sturdy trinket; the crystal was only as big as her ear. It was just big enough to light up the area around her if worn in her hair.
It also served as a small reassurance, not only for the six feet of illumination on either side but also as a link to the friend she missed so much. This beautiful hair piece came from Spectrum's home.
In all honesty, AuraSidra wasn't even sure why she felt so lonely; she had plenty of playmates. Maybe it was part of growing up; maybe she didn't even want a playmate. She just wanted to be close to someone. To have a Real relationship. Even Darroch, who she adored, couldn't claim the compare to what she'd found with Spectrum.
Would any else ever see more than just her size?
It was a good question, but not one she could dwell on. However much she was beginning to grow she was still young; it didn't take long for her to distract herself with "painting."
She'd thought once that this place was a little sad, seeming to miss so many of the colors that were found in her auroras back home. A little experimenting revealed that taking the solar winds could create some of the missing shades; it was a bit different, a bit wild, and yet strangely the magic here still felt as if it shared some part of her soul. It seemed to want to create what she desired, if she only learned how to ask in a way it knew. The thought brought a smile; magic, at least, doesn't care about size.
As marvelous as it'd been, she still returned to the fields in a rather uncharacteristically melancholy state. Truth be told, she was deeply missing her closest friend Spectrum. She had only just stumbled back into the mare's company when she rushed off in her excitement.
Taking a few days at home had meant weeks would have gone by here; the rest had been good for her, and pitching in with the work made her feel important. But she could only do so much; eventually she was banished to her adventures again.
She didn't think she'd he lucky enough to find either Spectrum or the interesting water mare she'd left behind, but she was sure to find something. Besides, she'd have to see Spectrum again before too much longer; the pair were running a rather prosperous honey trade.
It didn't stop her from missing her friend though. She wanted to show her a new trick she'd recently found.
As she couldn't, she used her trick of "painting" withe auroras to create an image of her friend in the sky. It wasn't perfect - a filly's rendering, if a talented one. But it got the idea across.
She'd found herself in a strange area when she returned, a place with huge trees that had spikey leaves all covered in ice. She did know the type of ice at least; snow had begun to melt only to freeze over again.
There was ice and mud all around, everything glinting bright under the clear sky. It was decent lighting, but she also had a moss-crystal with her. They glowed even in the brightest sunlight; it was of course a blue-green crystal with a shimmering gold moss. The little design in the middle looked like a fluttering ribbon.
Clever as she was, she'd asked her next closest friend Darroch to coax a sproutling to grow around it. Drying the plant left her with a small and sturdy trinket; the crystal was only as big as her ear. It was just big enough to light up the area around her if worn in her hair.
It also served as a small reassurance, not only for the six feet of illumination on either side but also as a link to the friend she missed so much. This beautiful hair piece came from Spectrum's home.
In all honesty, AuraSidra wasn't even sure why she felt so lonely; she had plenty of playmates. Maybe it was part of growing up; maybe she didn't even want a playmate. She just wanted to be close to someone. To have a Real relationship. Even Darroch, who she adored, couldn't claim the compare to what she'd found with Spectrum.
Would any else ever see more than just her size?
It was a good question, but not one she could dwell on. However much she was beginning to grow she was still young; it didn't take long for her to distract herself with "painting."
She'd thought once that this place was a little sad, seeming to miss so many of the colors that were found in her auroras back home. A little experimenting revealed that taking the solar winds could create some of the missing shades; it was a bit different, a bit wild, and yet strangely the magic here still felt as if it shared some part of her soul. It seemed to want to create what she desired, if she only learned how to ask in a way it knew. The thought brought a smile; magic, at least, doesn't care about size.