[ Respond | Andarin: The Mountains ]
Posted by rainbow pony and rainbow child on March 31, 2009, 5:33 am
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Hesper and Lycoris were touching, nose to nose, wrapped around the sister-daughter tree, that was growing faster, feeding from the vines and foliage that sprouted from the speckled one’s mane. Rainbows wrap around in every branch like ribbons, and even in the night you could see the gleaming colours.
They fall down over both of them like gossamer, and we’re just going to say that it’s the moon, that makes them glow like they do.
I’ve been thinking about how Lycoris makes the rainbows.
She’s a bit of a fountain, y’know. Verbal fountain. Well, she used to be at least.
And we all know she’s made out of sunshine.
“Hey mum…”
From where they both had their matching amber eyes shut, Lycoris peeps one lid open. What she sees is her only daughter, with a sad sort of pout pressed into pink and white lips, and old-timer creases against her brow. Softly, Lycoris moves her muzzle to press against her Hesper’s forehead, and kisses her through the forelock.
The little tobiano child (who looked so much like her father!), knew she didn’t need to say anything, technically, that her mother could pry into her mind, read her thoughts, then laugh and giggle at her questions and hold her tight, bind them all up in rainbows. Unfortunately, Lycoris had morals, which stopped such a thing. So her mother hummed whilst pressing soft lips against her child’s face, and Hesper wondered how to phrase herself.
Sometimes, when Hesper’s alone at night (for reason to do with her mother, earth, craziness, and sometimes a pining for solitude), she wishes it were a Chinese whisper. She had felt the seed break (and oh what of her sister!?) felt it shatter through her air, and she was one of the very many who knew the end was coming.
Heck, the end might even be here.
In these times, Hesper became increasingly more selfish. Because what would she do without her mother?
They already knew, that she wouldn’t go from Andarin. Her mother had told her.
Hesper’s mother was a strange creature. With sunshine and optimism, and finally real rainbows. She had come from a large family, as Hesper had been told. Many a child, so she did lots of playing, lots and looking after. And then, they left her.
The speckled mare (who was a filly at the time), had woken up, alone and cold on the shore her and her brothers and sisters and friends, used to leap along.
When Lycoris told this story to Hesper, she clung to her mother’s side and refused to leave. She glued to her with a fierce love. The filly only removes herself when Lycoris told her, that she needed her to go. Go, when the time was right, and continued to tell her of that part of her childhood.
She had travelled. Being the only one left on the beach, Lycoris decided that the most sensible thing was the travel. Although her mother had told her never to stray to far without someone else, she still did so. Because there was no-one left to go with, the restless sunshine filly would not stay put in a lonely spot for long.
Originally, she was looking for friends, family, staying a while in each place, giggling and laughing with those she encountered. Lycoris spread her sunshine around. She’d always told Hesper that love was for sharing, as were cupcakes and sunshine; rainbows, friends and tea. For sharing. Because sharing is caring.
But what happened next, was that the wandering Lycoris came here.
And now, she wasn’t prepared to leave, even in the End of the Days.
“…are you sure you won’t come with me?”
Her voice is soft, and breaking, trembles through the air, and breathes out rainbows. With a soft laugh, and a well-worn smile, Lycoris replies.
“You’re not going to be alone, Hesper,”
Hesper’s lips tremble, and she shakes her head, as she presses her body against the tree of her sister.
“That’s not the point mum… you…”
Lycoris opens her eyes and softly kisses her daughter’s cheek.
“My little rainbow child, it is the point. You’ll be alright, you’re a big girl,
The speckled mare croons to her daughter, who is still grazed from her tumble to her goodbye to her father. These grazes speckle her body, and against the white path across her breast, Hesper looks a little bit more like her mother, with reds and pinks and oranges, scratched against her skin.
“And you know a little bit of Bifröst will follow you, no matter what…”
Yet here Lycoris pulls off slightly and Hesper laughs through what’s a floundering expression.
“But it won’t last forever once I’m gone from here, mum, I, I can tell I can…”
“Feel it, I know,”
She breathes down her child’s neck, still smiling.
It is here, that the earth shakes.
Hesper presses against her mother who pulls her against her chest, and whispers and hums and sings to her, whilst watching the erupt of fire and light from Desreál, and feels the trembles in the earth. She can smell it. Smell death, smell the elements – the stone. Lycoris can also smell the fractures through the mountains and the holes that will drain the desert of all its sands.
Hesper bits her lips and looks at her mother.
“You could catch up with your father,”
Her voice doesn’t shake, even though the earth still does - the leaves shaking off all the trees. This seems to be an almost appealing idea to Hesper, but she turns to her mother and there is a pout along her face.
“Don’t look at me like that Hesper. Take what you can of Bifröst, and go,”
Her nose presses mother and daughter apart.
Hesper does not looked convinced. She stumbles a few paces backwards and stares at her mother, as Bifröst makes rainbows around her pasterns. Her voice breaks as she whispers to her mother,
“It, it won’t last forever…”
The tobiano girl is shaking, and this is from the inside, not the quaking, breaking earth.
“And then… then I won’t have anything about you anymore…”
It is a whisper, almost lost in the combining of the shards. This makes her mother laugh, and guide her daughter to turn around, and pushes her off, to set her on her way, and sings to her,
“It’ll be alright Hesper. Rainbows exist outside of the element too,”
And the little rainbow daughter of the rainbow sunshine girl, turn to cry into her mother’s shoulder one last time.
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