Out of the aether
Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2012 5:26 am
What appeared to be a ball of white light emerged from the darkness. It hovered in the air for several minutes as though deciding where to go. Suddenly it darted off, stopping again over a stream. The ball of light began to grow, taking on a human shape. When it was done materializing, a child was hovering over the stream. She appeared to be around the age of five, though she was certainly no human child. Her skin was lavender, her hair was pink and blue, and most telling was the fact that her eyes appeared to be made of the same light that she had materialized from. She was wearing a pale blue dress with lace trim, and she was holding what looked like a stuffed toy except that it was made entirely of light.
Ashra looked around and giggled. This place looked fun! She ran forward through the air, never once actually touching the ground despite not having wings. A tree loomed up in front of her, but she did not slow her running. Instead, she simply ran straight through the tree as if it had not even been there. In this form, her attention span was pretty short, so it was soon captured by a glowing firefly. "Are you made from the aether, too?" she asked it, following it as it flew around. When the firefly did not respond, she pouted and instead took to imitating the flutter of its tiny wings. Still, it would be nice to have someone new to talk to! She rather liked making the sounds that people called 'speech.' It had taken her quite some time to learn how to do it properly, but now that she was able, she was prone to talking whether or not someone was there to listen. In fact... "Smile little frog fly! Dream away the hot! I can't read your fingers." Unless she was actually talking to someone, her sentences rarely made any sense. She literally just liked to hear herself talk.
Ashra looked around and giggled. This place looked fun! She ran forward through the air, never once actually touching the ground despite not having wings. A tree loomed up in front of her, but she did not slow her running. Instead, she simply ran straight through the tree as if it had not even been there. In this form, her attention span was pretty short, so it was soon captured by a glowing firefly. "Are you made from the aether, too?" she asked it, following it as it flew around. When the firefly did not respond, she pouted and instead took to imitating the flutter of its tiny wings. Still, it would be nice to have someone new to talk to! She rather liked making the sounds that people called 'speech.' It had taken her quite some time to learn how to do it properly, but now that she was able, she was prone to talking whether or not someone was there to listen. In fact... "Smile little frog fly! Dream away the hot! I can't read your fingers." Unless she was actually talking to someone, her sentences rarely made any sense. She literally just liked to hear herself talk.