the roses i burned for you, (adora)
Jun 20, 2024 0:40:09 GMT -7
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Post by ♥ c i c i on Jun 20, 2024 0:40:09 GMT -7
D j i n n ❦
quem não arrisca não petisca...
Day's going by without a single sign was nothing new to her, in fact it was beginning to become too common of an occurrence. Djinn had spent most of her time alone doing just that -- remaining secluded. As opposed to who she used to be, the sound of silence was steadily becoming her favorite pass time. She relished in the quieter parts of these territories, keeping herself free of trouble by not daring to overstep her boundaries. It wasn't out of fear so much as dreading the exhaustion at the idea of confrontation.
She was still exhausted. Though now healthier than she was in the past year, her body was recovered, but her mind was still an unpredictable distraction of sorts. Djinn had refused herself the opportunity to weep and grieve over such a pivotal downfall. She'd hear her own voice in the back of her head telling her it was only temporary, and that she needed to push forward if she was going to survive. Adora was still alive to her, she was still the filly she'd watched escape -- it was hard to ignore the flashing images of that day, for when the stars were singing lullabies above her, demons were still wrestling in her heart and head mercilessly.
Daydreaming about the what-if's had done nothing but slow her down, and so the sabino doe was determined to shove her now neglected feelings about it aside and focus on gathering more information when she had the chance. She'd gathered little so far, nothing even word of mouth had offered her was substantial enough to investigate, and definitely not on her own accord. She'd risen back to where she needed her bravery and stamina to be. And it seemed even against a still-watered paradise, fire was flickering up from her short and frizzy mane once again, set ablaze by her perseverance and stubbornness that she wore shamelessly on her painted face like a jester's mask.
"I have to be closer than I was before." she remarked quietly to herself, stopping in her tracks the mare relaxed her top line, lowering her head and neck while she carefully glanced across the river. Seeing nothing at first she felt the whiskers over her muzzle tickle at the sensation of the waters surface. Quenching her thirst the mare did so with grace and dignity, hardly allowing room for error even now. She stood out amongst the landscape -- any landscape as it were -- a loud pattern of a snowstorm painted across her body -- as memorable as ever -- her attitude filled her vivacious aura easily, carrying herself with a palpable confident elegance even while doing something as trivial as drinking water. Loud and scattered splotches of red and black jigsawed through the snow she wore with a remarkable statement to them, bold and unapologetic about her existence, she didn't appear out of place so much as just hard to miss.
Djinn took her time drinking, allowing the peaceful breeze that passed over her to cool her over-active joints, and soothe her heated coat, light chocolate eyes drifting to a close in peace if for a moment. Upon opening her eyes, the sounds of the outside world ceased to exist to her, and slowly the mare lifted her chin from the surface of the still river cutout, across from her -- an image that she could only assume was akin to a mirage. She had to be imagining things... -- it was the only explanation to seeing what she was witnessing so casually during the middle of the day. The scene wasn't at all how she pictured it, and frozen in time Djinn starred silently at the mirage of gold and cream, finding it impossible to more her limbs, her eye's welled slowly with salted tears yet she was still hesitant to let her heart even attempt to confirm what her eyes couldn't bring themselves to believe. Instead she'd found solace in her own voices confirmation -- it was quiet, hardly above a whisper, yet it still held an avalanche of complicated emotions, cracking as she whispered the first name she thought of, the one she'd been looking for.
"A-Adora..."