Post by Rose Rebellion on Jul 30, 2004 19:53:13 GMT -5
Green eyes winced at the rising sun above. It's too hot to be out on the top of a hill....but everywhere else in town seems so...occupied. Wysteria sighed lazily, the sun's beating heat was something she should have tried to stay out of, but Wysteria couldn't think of any other place she'd rather be. Out here, she was alone for the sake of being alone. Normally she wouldn't mind Moon Crystal being around her, it was just lately, the purple mare was just sick, lovesick.
The hill was also ideal for seeing if others were approaching, that she could move elsewhere and avoid confrontation with anyone. It was just nice and open....close to nature. Wysteria admitted that the wooded area of the Outer Edges was more of a naturalistic setting, but even she was aware of the houses that were there. I'm just...I'm closer to nature when I'm alone, woods or not. I'm closer to Silver Shadow this way. Another heavy, disheartened sigh erupted from her lips. If only she just knew or heard from him, of him, just something! Just so she wouldn't feel so in the dark of him.
"This is silly," she chided herself, "I just have to keep myself busy, is all. Time will be spent and sure enough he'll be back." The artist reached for her sketchpad and flipped through it. She paused a moment at the sketch she'd drawn of Moony back around the Solstice. The concept still hadn't been pursued further than the sketch, which Wysteria could not help but feel some grief over. I'll finish this one day... right now, my inspiration lies elsewhere.
Once a blank page had been acquired, Wysteria went to work on a new, yet interesting piece. Without using traditional means, the art major mare reached into a small cooler for popcycles. Wysteria unwrapped them one by one until she uncovered a purple grape flavored one. The color of his velvet coat...She licked it a couple times, heating it up to melt, than she began to paint her masterpiece of the day. The melting popcycle's colors reminded her of watercolor paints, and Wysteria sloshed the popcycle against her paper gentle, but with every bit of expertise.
When the popcycle had melted, she reached for yet another, and then another, until the page was saturated with a multitude of various colors and flavors. The creator sat back and stared hard and critically at her work. But her eyes grew gentle after just a moment, she couldn't ever maintain a professional face when gazing at an image in relation to Silver Shadow. And even then, her gentle, sweet, shy eyes grew into something else. A pained expression tugged at the corners of her lips. They began to quiver as she forced back a wave of emotion.
"What's the use...," she whimpered softly, painfully. Wysteria blinked, this time her tears falling down her cheeks. "He probably doesn't even remember me....I haven't heard or seen him for a whole year!!" Why would he ever remember someone like me?! He wouldn't, there's no reason to! Her self doubt contorted her sadness into a sudden fit of rage, and Wysteria picked up her sketchbook and threw it with all her might down the hill whilst letting a shrill scream out. "What's the point, Rainbow?! What?!," she wailed, flopping down to her belly, sobbing into her hooves.
(ooc: Emb, now would be a good time to bring Calliope in and convince Wysteria to be a mage
)
The hill was also ideal for seeing if others were approaching, that she could move elsewhere and avoid confrontation with anyone. It was just nice and open....close to nature. Wysteria admitted that the wooded area of the Outer Edges was more of a naturalistic setting, but even she was aware of the houses that were there. I'm just...I'm closer to nature when I'm alone, woods or not. I'm closer to Silver Shadow this way. Another heavy, disheartened sigh erupted from her lips. If only she just knew or heard from him, of him, just something! Just so she wouldn't feel so in the dark of him.
"This is silly," she chided herself, "I just have to keep myself busy, is all. Time will be spent and sure enough he'll be back." The artist reached for her sketchpad and flipped through it. She paused a moment at the sketch she'd drawn of Moony back around the Solstice. The concept still hadn't been pursued further than the sketch, which Wysteria could not help but feel some grief over. I'll finish this one day... right now, my inspiration lies elsewhere.
Once a blank page had been acquired, Wysteria went to work on a new, yet interesting piece. Without using traditional means, the art major mare reached into a small cooler for popcycles. Wysteria unwrapped them one by one until she uncovered a purple grape flavored one. The color of his velvet coat...She licked it a couple times, heating it up to melt, than she began to paint her masterpiece of the day. The melting popcycle's colors reminded her of watercolor paints, and Wysteria sloshed the popcycle against her paper gentle, but with every bit of expertise.
When the popcycle had melted, she reached for yet another, and then another, until the page was saturated with a multitude of various colors and flavors. The creator sat back and stared hard and critically at her work. But her eyes grew gentle after just a moment, she couldn't ever maintain a professional face when gazing at an image in relation to Silver Shadow. And even then, her gentle, sweet, shy eyes grew into something else. A pained expression tugged at the corners of her lips. They began to quiver as she forced back a wave of emotion.
"What's the use...," she whimpered softly, painfully. Wysteria blinked, this time her tears falling down her cheeks. "He probably doesn't even remember me....I haven't heard or seen him for a whole year!!" Why would he ever remember someone like me?! He wouldn't, there's no reason to! Her self doubt contorted her sadness into a sudden fit of rage, and Wysteria picked up her sketchbook and threw it with all her might down the hill whilst letting a shrill scream out. "What's the point, Rainbow?! What?!," she wailed, flopping down to her belly, sobbing into her hooves.
(ooc: Emb, now would be a good time to bring Calliope in and convince Wysteria to be a mage
)
)