The Great Blue
Overlooking the providence of flat lands of varying mauves and violet, her heart swelled in a profound emotion for the Blue. It was deeper, more dimensional than love, it was hers to defend, to protect, to inspire and to be inspired by, to educate others of, and to live by.
Lifting her arms out, she caught the uncatchable breeze in her hand, its heat catapulting in slow and fast waves across her face and through her hair-she felt like she was flying, though she was not. It was this simplicity she loved and that harnsessed her to this Land, its people; her kind. She sighed softly beneath her breath, and hunched her shoulders, seeming almost defeated. A great concern settled over her heart, a heavy fog that no matter how easily she could breathe and how much clarity consumed her thoughts, was present. It's tides were slow and nauseas, and she soon retired to her silken sheets of the palest, dusk-blue to rest her every facet in sleep, dear rejuvenation.
She would leave come dawns break across the world, and her foot steps would be without a scent or marking. She would leave as she came, and come to Rhy'Din as she had left every other adventure before hand-silently.
Turning over she closed her lilac lids and again a soft sigh poured from her pearl-pink lips. The journey was one of the last chances for her to give esteem and pride back to the Fey, to return balance and order to the many of her brethren, from forest sprites to the dryads, all had the same crisis facing them, and she was now a Pillar. Her dreams were quiet, and saddened, but their cool subdued by the warmth of hope in her heartbeats
Overlooking the providence of flat lands of varying mauves and violet, her heart swelled in a profound emotion for the Blue. It was deeper, more dimensional than love, it was hers to defend, to protect, to inspire and to be inspired by, to educate others of, and to live by.
Lifting her arms out, she caught the uncatchable breeze in her hand, its heat catapulting in slow and fast waves across her face and through her hair-she felt like she was flying, though she was not. It was this simplicity she loved and that harnsessed her to this Land, its people; her kind. She sighed softly beneath her breath, and hunched her shoulders, seeming almost defeated. A great concern settled over her heart, a heavy fog that no matter how easily she could breathe and how much clarity consumed her thoughts, was present. It's tides were slow and nauseas, and she soon retired to her silken sheets of the palest, dusk-blue to rest her every facet in sleep, dear rejuvenation.
She would leave come dawns break across the world, and her foot steps would be without a scent or marking. She would leave as she came, and come to Rhy'Din as she had left every other adventure before hand-silently.
Turning over she closed her lilac lids and again a soft sigh poured from her pearl-pink lips. The journey was one of the last chances for her to give esteem and pride back to the Fey, to return balance and order to the many of her brethren, from forest sprites to the dryads, all had the same crisis facing them, and she was now a Pillar. Her dreams were quiet, and saddened, but their cool subdued by the warmth of hope in her heartbeats