[WP09] Smoldering Reverie

[Amorpheous]

Rain
It is hard to see through the rain. Despite the water falling from the sky, the dream, the memory, still smells of smoke and the sky is tinted red with fire. Her ash eyes tint the scene with whispers of flame and she holds her breath as two foals come tumbling out of their sac. Twins.  

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Wings
She watches a doe stare longingly at a songbird that flits in the canopy above. The edges of the doe crackle with the promise of flames, almost as if she were an ember waiting to collapse in on itself. The dream itself was filled with desire, so strong it got caught in Ember's throat. She could almost feel the doe's wish as if it were her own.

I wish I had wings to fly away with.  

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Time
She had seen this dream before, had walked it many times in the past. This time, though, it seemed slower, as if time had turned old and weak around her. She walked on and, though it took longer than usual, she eventually came upon the buck and doe who met every time in the same grove to tell the same story that always began with "The tree contained a kin named Little Silver..."

However, this time she barely listened to their tale. She found herself caught by the wrinkles that framed their eyes.  

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Blossoms
Ember didn't have much of a routine in regards to tending to her appearance aside from washing the mud that she picked up in her wanderings from her sides and hooves. So she watches with eager eyes as a mongoose threads blossoms into the long hair of a tiny doe. When it is finished, she whispers beautiful into the air though the other doe will never hear her.  

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Color
The pale doe looks like death in the light of the storm. When Ember looks up she sees the sky break with thunder and fire fills the cracks in the sky, casting a familiar warm glow on everything in the dream. There is not fear in this dream though. The storm does not scare the doe. She revels in the cracking thunder and pounding rain as Ember looks on. This is not the beginning of the end; this is rebirth.  

[Amorpheous]

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