03-28-2019, 01:33 PM
idyllfields
stars did fall
idyllfields never liked ships. never liked the ocean. lakes. boats. rivers... puddles. the coyote couldn't stand being on anything that rocked with waves or collapsed with the sea. it was the only way to where ye ol' jamison could be reached, unfortunately. their father was out in the greek islands of crete giving his lectures to his doting students. he wouldn't be home again for a while. he needed to know what happened at home, especially since his letter never seemed to arrive. perhaps he refused to open them. always a strange one when it came to ways of communication.
idyllfields had been clinging to the posts of their bed while the ship swayed and groaned. they hadn't stopped shaking since boarding. their body tense all around and ears pinned against their head. several maids had tried tending to their anxiety with chamomile remedies and other holistic practices. they refused each one. no way they would be asleep when this overloaded beast crashed with the waves. they ate little, slept barely, and kept to their post until it was time to unload their belongings and get the hell off the beast.
to their relief (and honest surprise) the ship had landed without any loss or demise. they survived. idyll wasted no time taking their bag and darting off the ramp to the land below. they looked around after realizing no one else had left the ship with them, their ears perked in confusion. perhaps they were all going elsewhere along the greek islands. with a small shrug, the coyote turned and approached the railroad gates that seemed to introduce the island, their bag clenched tight in their jaws. they wondered how their father was doing. they hadn't seen him in so long. it would be tough trying to stay with him, but they were willing to make the effort at least. maybe they could just blend in with the other students until the moment arose to bear the bad news.
paying little attention to the carvings and emblems in the slate, idyllfields continued on, looking for any other signs of life or civilization to guide them.
idyllfields had been clinging to the posts of their bed while the ship swayed and groaned. they hadn't stopped shaking since boarding. their body tense all around and ears pinned against their head. several maids had tried tending to their anxiety with chamomile remedies and other holistic practices. they refused each one. no way they would be asleep when this overloaded beast crashed with the waves. they ate little, slept barely, and kept to their post until it was time to unload their belongings and get the hell off the beast.
to their relief (and honest surprise) the ship had landed without any loss or demise. they survived. idyll wasted no time taking their bag and darting off the ramp to the land below. they looked around after realizing no one else had left the ship with them, their ears perked in confusion. perhaps they were all going elsewhere along the greek islands. with a small shrug, the coyote turned and approached the railroad gates that seemed to introduce the island, their bag clenched tight in their jaws. they wondered how their father was doing. they hadn't seen him in so long. it would be tough trying to stay with him, but they were willing to make the effort at least. maybe they could just blend in with the other students until the moment arose to bear the bad news.
paying little attention to the carvings and emblems in the slate, idyllfields continued on, looking for any other signs of life or civilization to guide them.
holding hands, making light .
they/them — typhoon — eastern coyote