we can see the depths of disparity [desires]
Nov 20, 2014 12:33:41 GMT -6
Post by rust on Nov 20, 2014 12:33:41 GMT -6
INARA
Something about the great big mountains allured her, pulled her in and taunted her higher. Against the sun bleached and wind smoothed rocks, she looked like a black speck to distant eyes, as if she was little more than an insect.
It fascinated her to know that she could look so insignificant against such a large feature of the earth.
The path before her wound and wove its way over the mountain, cut into the stone and made to carve a path to something. Inara was unsure of what should lay at the end of the path, but as her hooves clattered against random lose stones and the smooth, hard surface of the path, she wondered if it should be something very great indeed.
Peering back over her dark shoulder, she could see the rest of the land splayed out beneath her in a medley of rocks, trees, and rivers. Somewhere in the distance there was an ocean, now silent to her ears as she craned them to listen. The horned mare knew well that the sea could sing loudly, but from here it looked so small and distant. It was enlightening to know that up on the ridge of this mighty boulder, she could see everything but hear nothing.
Continuing on, she saw a forboding cave, opening up to her path and breathing towards her cold air and silence. Letting her ears fall back, she listens, trying to glean the smallest sound that should echo up from the belly of the cave, but heard nothing. It seemed that the menacing looking crack in the earth, with fragments of bone and other mortal paraphernalia, was uninhabited.
It was with a sense of old, familiar curiosity that she wanted to press forwards, to stick her head into the darkness and see what there was to see. She wanted to know what, if anything, lingered in the darkness. So there she stood, staring and waiting.
It fascinated her to know that she could look so insignificant against such a large feature of the earth.
The path before her wound and wove its way over the mountain, cut into the stone and made to carve a path to something. Inara was unsure of what should lay at the end of the path, but as her hooves clattered against random lose stones and the smooth, hard surface of the path, she wondered if it should be something very great indeed.
Peering back over her dark shoulder, she could see the rest of the land splayed out beneath her in a medley of rocks, trees, and rivers. Somewhere in the distance there was an ocean, now silent to her ears as she craned them to listen. The horned mare knew well that the sea could sing loudly, but from here it looked so small and distant. It was enlightening to know that up on the ridge of this mighty boulder, she could see everything but hear nothing.
Continuing on, she saw a forboding cave, opening up to her path and breathing towards her cold air and silence. Letting her ears fall back, she listens, trying to glean the smallest sound that should echo up from the belly of the cave, but heard nothing. It seemed that the menacing looking crack in the earth, with fragments of bone and other mortal paraphernalia, was uninhabited.
It was with a sense of old, familiar curiosity that she wanted to press forwards, to stick her head into the darkness and see what there was to see. She wanted to know what, if anything, lingered in the darkness. So there she stood, staring and waiting.
