Jun 17, 2019 23:36:09 GMT
repeating a primordial dance, the sun withdrew over the horizon, taking with it the last fingers of light as it relaxed and inevitably loosed its ardent grip upon the world.
with similar surety of motion, a young hand raised aloft a silver key toward the darkening firmament overhead, aiming, perhaps, for some invisible keyhole perceived solely by the mind that guided its trajectory: a keyhole that, if located and turned properly, could unlock the vault of the sky itself; grant access to its jewel-like stars; and hence summon forth a member of that glittering host.
and so it was.
gossamer motes of light manifested and coalesced before one bell clonlara, silent child of the rebecca church. as if shaped by divine hands, from the very ether there emerged the svelte form of a unicorn to stand over the ruddy-haired boy. she was majesty incarnate, he thought (as he always thought): his guardian angel, his "voice," his complementary half—first and forever most beloved of spirits.
with nary an utterance, the pair soon embraced and so reunited in their usual fashion; for their bond was one transcendent of words, their conversation the direct exchange of thoughts and feelings. truly, a boon that would once more avail them this night.
for a villainy blemished the varied streets of celes, home to the grandest of structures dedicated to the goddess of light. to bell, that was the heart of the matter; that was tantamount to insult, however slight. as an agent of the church, he would see it redressed.
now, he need only locate any other interested parties, or vice versa. a boy and his unicorn made for a most uncommon sight.
with similar surety of motion, a young hand raised aloft a silver key toward the darkening firmament overhead, aiming, perhaps, for some invisible keyhole perceived solely by the mind that guided its trajectory: a keyhole that, if located and turned properly, could unlock the vault of the sky itself; grant access to its jewel-like stars; and hence summon forth a member of that glittering host.
and so it was.
gossamer motes of light manifested and coalesced before one bell clonlara, silent child of the rebecca church. as if shaped by divine hands, from the very ether there emerged the svelte form of a unicorn to stand over the ruddy-haired boy. she was majesty incarnate, he thought (as he always thought): his guardian angel, his "voice," his complementary half—first and forever most beloved of spirits.
with nary an utterance, the pair soon embraced and so reunited in their usual fashion; for their bond was one transcendent of words, their conversation the direct exchange of thoughts and feelings. truly, a boon that would once more avail them this night.
for a villainy blemished the varied streets of celes, home to the grandest of structures dedicated to the goddess of light. to bell, that was the heart of the matter; that was tantamount to insult, however slight. as an agent of the church, he would see it redressed.
now, he need only locate any other interested parties, or vice versa. a boy and his unicorn made for a most uncommon sight.
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LAIKA OF GS!
