08-26-2019, 12:57 AM
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Dovedeparture wasn't sure she believed in wishes. She believed in fate, and she believed in blessings. Wishes were merely hopes and dreams of the beings who did not understand fate controlled all. One's wildest hopes and dreams did not come true simply by wishing them into reality; it had to be written in the stars, carved into the stone of one's creation. Couldn't these ground-dwellers understand that? Surely, she thought, they were not that simple-minded.
The lynx frowned at that, head tilting sideways as she tried to make sense of the scene playing out before her. These beings were so unlike her, so strange in their habits. For not the first time, she felt a bit lost.
She listened closely to Goldenluxary's explanation of the affair. Luck. Wishes. Dovedeparture's confusion did not float away, but it was perhaps beginning to melt. Her Captain's words seemed so sincere, and Darksouls and Idyllfields were willing participants. She wondered, then, if there was more to this.
Guided forward by an odd swell of emotions and a newfound understanding, the guardian angel selected a lantern and a brush. The blank canvas seemed to open its arms to embrace her, and the ink magically drew forth her innermost thoughts.
Home. The word materialized in a flurry of neat cursive. She so desperately needed to feel a sense of belonging in this place - in any place while on the ground. Wings. The cursive was sloppier, then, as if she had written it took quickly. Wishing for wings felt odd at times, like she shouldn't miss them, like it was wrong to long for the past. Choice. The last word was scrawled too messily to be legible, but Dove knew it, felt it. However, she did not quite know what she meant by that... Perhaps this vessel was getting things confused again?
Ruffling her feathers, she stood and carefully marched her lantern toward the boat. The angel placed it among the others, watching her three wishes fade against the hopes and dreams of the crew. Trying not to think about how silly she was behaving, Dovedeparture returned to where she had been seated before.
"This is lovely," she noted, to no one in particular. Green eyes watched the smiles and somber looks and other emotions paint the faces of those around her. Lantern light sprouted here and there, and slowly but surely, things began to glow.
Maybe her first wish was already coming true.
The lynx frowned at that, head tilting sideways as she tried to make sense of the scene playing out before her. These beings were so unlike her, so strange in their habits. For not the first time, she felt a bit lost.
She listened closely to Goldenluxary's explanation of the affair. Luck. Wishes. Dovedeparture's confusion did not float away, but it was perhaps beginning to melt. Her Captain's words seemed so sincere, and Darksouls and Idyllfields were willing participants. She wondered, then, if there was more to this.
Guided forward by an odd swell of emotions and a newfound understanding, the guardian angel selected a lantern and a brush. The blank canvas seemed to open its arms to embrace her, and the ink magically drew forth her innermost thoughts.
Home. The word materialized in a flurry of neat cursive. She so desperately needed to feel a sense of belonging in this place - in any place while on the ground. Wings. The cursive was sloppier, then, as if she had written it took quickly. Wishing for wings felt odd at times, like she shouldn't miss them, like it was wrong to long for the past. Choice. The last word was scrawled too messily to be legible, but Dove knew it, felt it. However, she did not quite know what she meant by that... Perhaps this vessel was getting things confused again?
Ruffling her feathers, she stood and carefully marched her lantern toward the boat. The angel placed it among the others, watching her three wishes fade against the hopes and dreams of the crew. Trying not to think about how silly she was behaving, Dovedeparture returned to where she had been seated before.
"This is lovely," she noted, to no one in particular. Green eyes watched the smiles and somber looks and other emotions paint the faces of those around her. Lantern light sprouted here and there, and slowly but surely, things began to glow.
Maybe her first wish was already coming true.
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[glow=black,200,600]but i broke my wings for you[/glow]
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[glow=black,1,100]i smiled as you untied our love for good