Post by d.ream ♥ on Jun 18, 2012 16:59:46 GMT -5
Burlesque
don't you ever grow up, just stay this little
don't you ever grow up, just stay this little
As the sun began to rise above the straight horizon of the sea, the sky was lit on fire. Brilliant flames of orange, yellow, red and magenta dyed the midnight sky and woke up the new day. The ocean reflected the fire of the sky, mixing in its own shades of blues and purples. In the middle of the fire was the source of the flames; a perfectly round sphere of white and yellow, the orb that created the time span we know as day. Clouds caught in the path of the rays turned pink and purple, while the top of the clouds became white and orange. Slow was the progression of the day, but beautiful at the same time. The sand on the beach was white near the shore, though the farther in land one was to look, the more purple the sand became as it was still haunted and controlled by the night. The solid surface glistened like the tops of the water, showing that liquid was not the only thing capable of reflecting light. From the surface of the ocean came the spray of water into the air as a dolphin breached the surface, it's grey back sliding between heaven and earth as it disappeared beneath the dark fluids once more.
Walking alone and enjoying the sunset was a petite foal. Her black and white legs sunk into the sand as it shifted, every now and then she stumbled as she stepped though even this fumbling of her feet was graceful. Her head was held level with her chest, her brown eyes screwed up with concentration. Her ears were pricked perfectly forward, alert to only the land she was walking on. Her white mane and tail flopped as she moved, simple tufts that played up even on the non-existent breeze the land had to offer. Her tongue stuck out the side of her mouth, showing how intensely she was concentrating on her game. The silver bay was imagining a line that divided ocean from beach, and beach from reality. Right now, she was simply focusing on the beach; her make believe world where only she existed. With a giggle, her head flew up high and her tail lifted; her muscles bunched up and released, carrying her body forward at a magnificent gallop. Her game drew her to the shallow shore, the water and sand spraying behind her as she moved, her head lifting and laughter escaping her muzzle. In the mind of a foal, anything can be beautiful and anything can be perfect, all it requires is imagination. The best part of imagination is that it can change within an instant; one moment, she was flying like a bird alongside the sea, and for all she knew, the next, she could be fleeing some deranged sea monster or befriending the most perfect starfish she could find. Reality didn't matter right now, and any who came into her presence would find themselves sucked into this land of make believe.
