Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2005 12:01 am
(( *pokes Tig* Altar Serians don't have moms... they're parentless Unless it's an adopted mother or something... ^^ Oh! And a note to everyone: Luna's mother is dead, in case there was any question otherwise ))
*The foal had been half-heartedly listening to the ice-colored mare until the name Prophet popped up. She dimmly remembered...*
Yes! I think it's him! Do you know where he is?!
*She bounced up and down, her ears twitching wildly and her eyes pleading, desperately wanting to know more, but too afraid the chase would lead to someone who was not the stallion in her memories. Despite all her best efforts, however, she felt renewed with the hope of finishing what she started when she set out. She turned as a shape stepped into view and then did the equine equivalent of raising an eyebrow at what was said next. Spunk? Perhaps, but she felt it was only what the statement deserved. A little pride raised her head, but she quickly turned back to the mare that seemed to know who she was looking for with a vague affirmative comment, as she didn't exactly know how to reply to what had been said. She absentmindedly remembered to converse with the female later, however, because she found her remarks... interesting.
Just then she heard the promise from the darkunicorn that made her heart beat faster. Someone was going to find him! Or at least help... she looked at Lumi with big eyes.*
Promise? Really? He's out there, I just know it!
*As she waited for affirmation, she saw the near-disaster and stared, shocked at the unicorn's powers. She was pulled away from the scene, however, when another figure approached, asking about her past.*
My father... before he left he was my sunshine, and my mother's, too. We were so happy! But then something awful happened and he left. Some have told me he was driven away, and some say his absence is his own choice. Mother was not the same after that. But he is alive, I just know it!
*The foal's face shone with a fierce determination, rare in one so young and uncommon in adults as well. She then heard another one promise to find her father, and hope once again brightened her small frame. As she looked at the outstretched hand, she held back, still wary of actually touching a stranger, no matter how harmless the gesture. She still felt a tang of sadness whenever she thought of the tale, especially now that she was imagining her search for her father ending with his death as well. She shook her mane and scraped the ground with a hoof. She turned as another heartbreaking story was revealed, and once again was greatful for the offer for help. She was startled when she heard the young one speak of friendship; she had never known another foal in her Sha-en. Strict rules forbade it. Warily but with a hint of shyness, she offered her name to the little one.*
Hi, I'm LunarPrism. I... I-it's nice to meet you.
*She clamped her muzzle shut as an embarrassing stutter emerged, and, though she tried to stop it, she giggled for the first time in a long time. It was a nervous giggle, but it contained a hint of true joy. This land was so strange! For a moment the memories sunk into the chasms of her mind and she just lived in the moment, fascinated by this new youth. She had seen others, she dimly recalled, but this was the first time she hadn't been preoccupied with a stronger emotion, whether it be fear, panic, or sorrow.
Her thoughts turned back to her mother because of all those trying to comfort her and she froze, her mind racing. Should she say it all? She decided to only give a few bare details.*
I killed her by not helping her when I could have. I could have saved her. I should have.
*Her words started loud but by the end they were little more than a whisper, one filled with painful memories of a time she had tried so hard to reject. Fiercely she defied their logic; she had been taught to accept blame. That was the code of the wilderness and her upbringing had well schooled her in it. You cannot pass the blame where it is due. She had done nothing, and thus the fault was hers. Different faults belonged with others, that was true, but she knew that she had a part in the evildoing that had occured, if only because she had refused to act.
Luna's eyes shone in the moonlight, and she unconsciously stood proud and quite obviously alone. Her mane and tail glittered like her namesake, and for a moment she appeared to be made of both ice and fire, somehow combined despite their polar natures.
_____________________________________
*The stallion's eyes were fey with emotion as they turned and focused on the stranger. He knew she had been following the foal's words and actions as closely as he himself had been. She had not been the only one watching from the shadows. His often-kind words were harsh, now, and his stance was all but welcoming. He did, however, choke out a few words, his darkly shining mane and tail streaming in the wind.*
Tell the little one she will not find me. Not ever. It would only bring grief to us both.
*The stallion's eyes were flooded with pain. He made as if to leave, but paused, waiting for her response. It was obvious that saying that much alone had almost broken his heart, though his features were stony and impassive with apparent uncaring. He had never been able to hide emotions; they always shone from his eyes no matter how expressionless the rest of him was.*
((*Shakes her head* Looooooong post, sorry 'bout that. I'm going to be gone for a bit, but I'll hopefully be back by Sunday! Going on a surprise mini-vacation tomorrow Hope you guys like this one, it took me a long time to get right, though most of that was because some of my sick-pills were making me dizzy But I'm all better now ))
*The foal had been half-heartedly listening to the ice-colored mare until the name Prophet popped up. She dimmly remembered...*
Yes! I think it's him! Do you know where he is?!
*She bounced up and down, her ears twitching wildly and her eyes pleading, desperately wanting to know more, but too afraid the chase would lead to someone who was not the stallion in her memories. Despite all her best efforts, however, she felt renewed with the hope of finishing what she started when she set out. She turned as a shape stepped into view and then did the equine equivalent of raising an eyebrow at what was said next. Spunk? Perhaps, but she felt it was only what the statement deserved. A little pride raised her head, but she quickly turned back to the mare that seemed to know who she was looking for with a vague affirmative comment, as she didn't exactly know how to reply to what had been said. She absentmindedly remembered to converse with the female later, however, because she found her remarks... interesting.
Just then she heard the promise from the darkunicorn that made her heart beat faster. Someone was going to find him! Or at least help... she looked at Lumi with big eyes.*
Promise? Really? He's out there, I just know it!
*As she waited for affirmation, she saw the near-disaster and stared, shocked at the unicorn's powers. She was pulled away from the scene, however, when another figure approached, asking about her past.*
My father... before he left he was my sunshine, and my mother's, too. We were so happy! But then something awful happened and he left. Some have told me he was driven away, and some say his absence is his own choice. Mother was not the same after that. But he is alive, I just know it!
*The foal's face shone with a fierce determination, rare in one so young and uncommon in adults as well. She then heard another one promise to find her father, and hope once again brightened her small frame. As she looked at the outstretched hand, she held back, still wary of actually touching a stranger, no matter how harmless the gesture. She still felt a tang of sadness whenever she thought of the tale, especially now that she was imagining her search for her father ending with his death as well. She shook her mane and scraped the ground with a hoof. She turned as another heartbreaking story was revealed, and once again was greatful for the offer for help. She was startled when she heard the young one speak of friendship; she had never known another foal in her Sha-en. Strict rules forbade it. Warily but with a hint of shyness, she offered her name to the little one.*
Hi, I'm LunarPrism. I... I-it's nice to meet you.
*She clamped her muzzle shut as an embarrassing stutter emerged, and, though she tried to stop it, she giggled for the first time in a long time. It was a nervous giggle, but it contained a hint of true joy. This land was so strange! For a moment the memories sunk into the chasms of her mind and she just lived in the moment, fascinated by this new youth. She had seen others, she dimly recalled, but this was the first time she hadn't been preoccupied with a stronger emotion, whether it be fear, panic, or sorrow.
Her thoughts turned back to her mother because of all those trying to comfort her and she froze, her mind racing. Should she say it all? She decided to only give a few bare details.*
I killed her by not helping her when I could have. I could have saved her. I should have.
*Her words started loud but by the end they were little more than a whisper, one filled with painful memories of a time she had tried so hard to reject. Fiercely she defied their logic; she had been taught to accept blame. That was the code of the wilderness and her upbringing had well schooled her in it. You cannot pass the blame where it is due. She had done nothing, and thus the fault was hers. Different faults belonged with others, that was true, but she knew that she had a part in the evildoing that had occured, if only because she had refused to act.
Luna's eyes shone in the moonlight, and she unconsciously stood proud and quite obviously alone. Her mane and tail glittered like her namesake, and for a moment she appeared to be made of both ice and fire, somehow combined despite their polar natures.
_____________________________________
*The stallion's eyes were fey with emotion as they turned and focused on the stranger. He knew she had been following the foal's words and actions as closely as he himself had been. She had not been the only one watching from the shadows. His often-kind words were harsh, now, and his stance was all but welcoming. He did, however, choke out a few words, his darkly shining mane and tail streaming in the wind.*
Tell the little one she will not find me. Not ever. It would only bring grief to us both.
*The stallion's eyes were flooded with pain. He made as if to leave, but paused, waiting for her response. It was obvious that saying that much alone had almost broken his heart, though his features were stony and impassive with apparent uncaring. He had never been able to hide emotions; they always shone from his eyes no matter how expressionless the rest of him was.*
((*Shakes her head* Looooooong post, sorry 'bout that. I'm going to be gone for a bit, but I'll hopefully be back by Sunday! Going on a surprise mini-vacation tomorrow Hope you guys like this one, it took me a long time to get right, though most of that was because some of my sick-pills were making me dizzy But I'm all better now ))