Post by Lyn𝛿is on Dec 30, 2017 18:36:30 GMT -5
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Sleepy Fluttershy
Lithe Stront |
You have always hated the emptiness.
You stare into the winter and only gray haze stares back; blizzard winds drown out your voice and whip branches off the bare trees.
Does it all matter?
You think of Father's work and legacy, a story of a man who fought hard and strove higher only to have all of it undone in one explosion. Winter's biting cold has always made you feel most keenly the futility of man's endeavors.
There are things that children are not meant to know, your teachers tell you, but that only kindles your desire. What makes victors the way they are. How Snow stays alive and in power for so long. Why there are so many things the Institute still can't answer about what makes people the way they are.
Where that string of chalk drawings leads to. Curiosity is both a blessing and a curse; it leads you down brightly lit paths just as often as down paths shrouded in shadow.
"Love your drawings," you smile at the light source, reaching out a hand to introduce yourself. "This place could use a bit of brightening up."
Sometimes, all it takes is a single ray to keep away the darkness.
You stare into the winter and only gray haze stares back; blizzard winds drown out your voice and whip branches off the bare trees.
Does it all matter?
You think of Father's work and legacy, a story of a man who fought hard and strove higher only to have all of it undone in one explosion. Winter's biting cold has always made you feel most keenly the futility of man's endeavors.
There are things that children are not meant to know, your teachers tell you, but that only kindles your desire. What makes victors the way they are. How Snow stays alive and in power for so long. Why there are so many things the Institute still can't answer about what makes people the way they are.
Where that string of chalk drawings leads to. Curiosity is both a blessing and a curse; it leads you down brightly lit paths just as often as down paths shrouded in shadow.
"Love your drawings," you smile at the light source, reaching out a hand to introduce yourself. "This place could use a bit of brightening up."
Sometimes, all it takes is a single ray to keep away the darkness.
Sleepy Fluttershy
