Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2015 14:40:53 GMT
DOLLY
How many weeks had the young fae been traveling for? She had passed through many lands, most of which were boring plains or woodlands. As fun as it was to fully stretch her legs or dodge through trees there was only so many games one could play alone. She thought herself independent but after a some time of no interaction with fellow equines Dolly found herself almost missing her herd but those feelings of loneliness quickly dispersed as the dark land of trees she had been wandering through gave way to a magical sight. If there was one sight that could light up any young creatures imagination it was this strange land racing along glowing waves. Her sturdy fine pillars refused to move as her large eyes reflected the strange light that rose from the shore line. She wasn't certain if she should be afraid of the strange scene, her young mind running away with obscure thoughts of monstrous glowing beings that materialized from the magical sands and waters. Her inability to wrap her mind around what she saw had her torn apart. Her natural urges told her to return to the shadowy sand lands she had been traversing, a place where she could melt into the shadows and safely hide from danger, but her young and uneducated mind was too enthralled in the magical beach laid before her. Hush-a-bye, don't you cry,
Go to sleepy little baby.
When you wake, you shall have,
All the pretty little horses.
Blacks and bays, dapples and greys,
Go to sleep you little baby
For a moment she felt panic as she began to feel light headed, thinking some invisible force was sucking the air from her lungs though she sheepishly realized it was simply because she had forgotten to exhale the breath she had taken when she had noticed the strange glow. Her nares flared as the air escaped into the night about her in a silver wisp, that one relaxing motion giving her enough confidence to timidly push a fore hoof forward to rest gently upon the softly glowing sand. There was a moment of suspenseful stillness as the filly waited for some booby trap to be tripped or to be pulled screaming into the earth but when nothing happened all of her fears were instantly forgotten. With a high pitched squeal of excitement all four hooves were off the ground, her head tucking between her forelegs as her lithe weight went somersaulting over the mystical surface, well it was more so her body being thrown tumbling on her shoulder but the filly liked to believe it looked graceful and acrobatic. The momentum rolled her straight onto her hocks and the youngen lept upright, taking a single bouncing step to the waters edge. Her hazel gaze turned downward to the illuminated surface to admire what she assumed would be a glorious glowing artwork. Her pale lips down-turned as the sand clinging to her multicolored coat didn't glow as vibrantly as she had expected. Well that was a let down, unless it isn't the sand that caused the glowing?
Her head tilted as she pondered what could be causing the effect. She hadn't come across anything like this before in her short life except for the strange lights and huge silver shape shifter that came out when the bright circle left the sky. Is this where the bright circle ran away to? Causing something to happen to the water? Like when something died in a pond and the water went foul? Could she absorb the magical abilities to glow if she entered the water?
She rose a hoof to paw at the surface of the strange liquid, noticing how her white underside strongly reflected the glowing waters. Her harks perked in glee at this finding, lurching forwards into the waters with a high stepping trot, water spraying into the air and dampening her top line, until she was treading the softly moving waters. She fought lazily against the slack current that tugged her down the shore line until her pillars started to burn despite the chilling water. With a snort she turned back to the shore, wading through the luminescent liquid until it was dancing around her knees. The summer air was hot and dry so she was reluctant to leave the cool waters, her head dropping as she allowed the current to gently attempt to pull away her multi-coloured banner.
Way down yonder, down in the meadow,
There's a poor wee little lamby.
The bees and the butterflies pickin' at its eyes,
The poor wee thing cried for her mammy