Post by harmonious on Jun 12, 2011 23:17:44 GMT -6
Oh how things change. From endless dunes of sand, in all shades of beige, to vast expanses of multicolored lithosphere... A plethora of foliage covered the fertile topograhy, and it made Harmonious nearly overwhelmed with mirth. Birds chirped their giddy tunes, perched upon the arbor's extensions. The heavens were painted a soft blue, anchoring the ever so bright sphere of gold flames. How relaxing Pinnacles, so refined and tuned, flickered towards her left- a placid gurgling had caught her attention. That, and the scent of fresh water.
The iridescent femme leisurely made her way towards the sound. Her crescents barely leaving a dent on the terra, disrupted fallen leaves with a hushed thud. Her banner which she carried so high and proud was lazily hanging like a pendulum. Once waterside, her delicate arc extended gracefully towards the liquid, her maw parted and life coursed down her larynx. Her rosy paper-thins inhaled the scent deeply and noisily snorted back in a playful manner at her own reflection. The only playmate she knew. A melodic nicker resonated throughout the realm, intended for her reflection, her playmate. Silence. By now she was more than accustomed to the lack of a response. How must it be to live on the other side of reality? This she stood and mused. Her bodice fatigued from a lifetime of travel, even if it was only one and a half's time, twitched to ward of the few pests that dared to venture on her.
The iridescent femme leisurely made her way towards the sound. Her crescents barely leaving a dent on the terra, disrupted fallen leaves with a hushed thud. Her banner which she carried so high and proud was lazily hanging like a pendulum. Once waterside, her delicate arc extended gracefully towards the liquid, her maw parted and life coursed down her larynx. Her rosy paper-thins inhaled the scent deeply and noisily snorted back in a playful manner at her own reflection. The only playmate she knew. A melodic nicker resonated throughout the realm, intended for her reflection, her playmate. Silence. By now she was more than accustomed to the lack of a response. How must it be to live on the other side of reality? This she stood and mused. Her bodice fatigued from a lifetime of travel, even if it was only one and a half's time, twitched to ward of the few pests that dared to venture on her.