Post by bittersweet18 on Sept 14, 2011 8:30:28 GMT -8
Robyn,
The breeze was strong, and sung a melody of birdsong and the whistle of wings. The wind helped the young pegasi to fan out the long chestnut feathers that stretched out on either side of her body. They needed to be stretched thoroughly before Robyn returned her small red body to the earth below. But the sky...ah, the sky. So close yet so far from the figure which hung below it in a graceful dance. To love something, but to be so far away from it was heartbreaking. The sky was always beautiful, so beautiful. Nothing would want the equine to be far from it for too long. Nothing but a love. A love? What does love mean when you don't believe in it being true? one that's out there waiting for you to finally flutter down to them from the heavens, a glorious angel. To handle with tender delicacy, a love to see through all. Thin and thick, storm and cold winter showers. To dream was fine with a mind to think. Many had previously believed that Robyn was dumb, struck in the head when a sweet filly. Not very chatty to others her parents had wished her to meet. Twitchy when around the local young stallions. Rumor upon rumor piled up about the way she was unworthy to be in existents, and would deserve to be enslaved by those in the lands of Tarin. Sometimes it was her parents who lived in stupidness. While on the flight to these lands, the lands of Neodrach, home to those who had no home with their own kind, she had seen many a horned one. It seemed that they weren't so happy with their lands as she was.
Below, surrounded by emerald green, so bright and pleasant, lay what reflected the image of her self. It was calm, despite the breeze above. She gazed into it as she circled downward, to the shore of the water, lapping playfully. As she landed, the earth sprayed up towards her calves, staining her white hind socks a dark brown. With a flick of her mane she dipped a forehoof into the dark waters. The water was clear but looked black from the smooth black stones that decorated its sands. It was cool and ran shivers up her spine. With a short laugh she leaped into it's depths. Most would of expected her to keep her wings well away from the cold liquid, but that wasn't how she worked. As long as they dried quickly when spread into the breeze, Robyn was a happy mare.
The breeze was strong, and sung a melody of birdsong and the whistle of wings. The wind helped the young pegasi to fan out the long chestnut feathers that stretched out on either side of her body. They needed to be stretched thoroughly before Robyn returned her small red body to the earth below. But the sky...ah, the sky. So close yet so far from the figure which hung below it in a graceful dance. To love something, but to be so far away from it was heartbreaking. The sky was always beautiful, so beautiful. Nothing would want the equine to be far from it for too long. Nothing but a love. A love? What does love mean when you don't believe in it being true? one that's out there waiting for you to finally flutter down to them from the heavens, a glorious angel. To handle with tender delicacy, a love to see through all. Thin and thick, storm and cold winter showers. To dream was fine with a mind to think. Many had previously believed that Robyn was dumb, struck in the head when a sweet filly. Not very chatty to others her parents had wished her to meet. Twitchy when around the local young stallions. Rumor upon rumor piled up about the way she was unworthy to be in existents, and would deserve to be enslaved by those in the lands of Tarin. Sometimes it was her parents who lived in stupidness. While on the flight to these lands, the lands of Neodrach, home to those who had no home with their own kind, she had seen many a horned one. It seemed that they weren't so happy with their lands as she was.
Below, surrounded by emerald green, so bright and pleasant, lay what reflected the image of her self. It was calm, despite the breeze above. She gazed into it as she circled downward, to the shore of the water, lapping playfully. As she landed, the earth sprayed up towards her calves, staining her white hind socks a dark brown. With a flick of her mane she dipped a forehoof into the dark waters. The water was clear but looked black from the smooth black stones that decorated its sands. It was cool and ran shivers up her spine. With a short laugh she leaped into it's depths. Most would of expected her to keep her wings well away from the cold liquid, but that wasn't how she worked. As long as they dried quickly when spread into the breeze, Robyn was a happy mare.
see me as i am;
and nothing else.
and nothing else.