#* . ⊹ 𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑽𝑰𝑺𝑨𝑮𝑬 𝑵𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑴𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑬𝒀𝑬𝑺. › amalthea

[autumnfrolic]

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* . ⊹  𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑹𝑨𝑮𝑬 𝑫𝑶𝑬𝑺𝑵'𝑻 𝑨𝑳𝑾𝑨𝒀𝑺 𝑹𝑶𝑨𝑹. ›   dart, * . ⊹  𝒀𝑶𝑼'𝑹𝑬 𝑩𝑹𝑨𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑵 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑲. ›   musings, * . ⊹  𝑻𝑬𝑳𝑳 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑹𝒀 𝑾𝑨𝑳𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮. ›   headcanons, * . ⊹  𝑩𝑼𝑻 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑪𝑨𝑵'𝑻 𝑲𝑬𝑬𝑷 𝑭𝑹𝑶𝑴 𝑳𝑨𝑼𝑮𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮. ›   funnies, * . ⊹  𝑳𝑰𝑭𝑻 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫 𝑼𝑷 𝑰𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑰𝑵𝑫. ›   memes, * . ⊹  𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑫𝑬𝑾 𝑫𝑼𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑫𝑨𝒀𝑩𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑲. ›   aesthetic, * . ⊹  𝑨 𝑩𝑰𝑹𝑫 𝑭𝑳𝑰𝑬𝑺 𝑶𝑼𝑻. ›   starter call, * . ⊹  𝑰𝑻'𝑺 𝑨 𝑺𝑻𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬 𝑩𝑬𝑮𝑰𝑵𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮. ›   starter, * . ⊹  𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑰𝑪 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑨𝑾𝑲𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑫 𝑮𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑬. ›   reply, * . ⊹  𝑾𝑨𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑨 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑺𝑶𝑵. ›   prompt, * . ⊹  𝑯𝑶𝑾 𝑫𝑶 𝑰 𝑾𝑨𝑵𝑵𝑨 𝑭𝑬𝑬𝑳 𝑰 𝑾𝑶𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹. ›   ask, * . ⊹  𝑾𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑻𝑹𝑼𝑻𝑯 𝑼𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑭𝑶𝑶𝑻 𝑳𝑰𝑲𝑬 𝑨 𝑷𝑬𝑩𝑩𝑳𝑬. ›   beatrice, * . ⊹  𝑻𝑬𝑳𝑳 𝑰𝑻 𝑻𝑶 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑴𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑳𝑬𝑺𝑺 𝑹𝑬𝑭𝑳𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵. ›   dash, * . ⊹  𝑨 𝑺𝑴𝑰𝑳𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑳𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑺 𝑼𝑷 𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑹𝑶𝑶𝑴. ›   bambi, * . ⊹  𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑶𝑵𝑳𝒀 𝑫𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑴 𝑰𝑵 𝑷𝑬𝑨𝑪𝑬𝑭𝑼𝑳 𝑩𝑳𝑼𝑬. ›   faline, * . ⊹  𝑫𝑶𝑵'𝑻 𝑷𝑼𝑺𝑯 𝑺𝑶 𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑫 𝑨𝑮𝑨𝑰𝑵𝑺𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑳𝑫. ›   ronno, * . ⊹  𝑺𝑶 𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑲 𝑾𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑳𝑶𝑵𝑬𝑳𝒀 𝑷𝑬𝑶𝑷𝑳𝑬 𝑫𝑶. ›   the great prince, * . ⊹  𝑰 𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑳 𝑩𝑬 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑵. ›   bambi's mother, * . ⊹  𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑽𝑰𝑺𝑨𝑮𝑬 𝑵𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑴𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑬𝒀𝑬𝑺. ›   amalthea,

[autumnfrolic]

‎‏‏⸻‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎‎‏‏‎ ‏‏‎𝐅𝐎𝐑‏‏‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎; ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎@wornlilac.

Troops of innumerable flowers sprung from the soft soil,  blanketing the forest floor,  akin to a twilit sky covered in colorful,  joyful stars.  ‏‏‎ ‎Everything smelled of blossoms,  fresh leaves,  and green wood.  ‏‏‎ ‎Things were very quiet here.  ‏‏‎ ‎Unlike the incessant yet comforting din of conversations from birds and insects of Dart's home,  the stillness this secret site conveyed was a type completely unknown to her.  ‏‏‎ ‎Grass blades and ferns gently disturbed by movement alerted the doe,  a freezing chill dripping down her spine as she suddenly locked eyes with a mother wolf leading her pups down the lush pathways.  ‏‏‎ ‎Sharp hooves bound to the earth,  Dart gave a single warning stomp,  snorting defensively in retort—  though strangely,  her threats went completely ignored.  ‏‏‎ ‎The wolf simply walked away.  ‏‏‎ ‎Her presence barely alerted any other forest-folk.  ‏‏‎ ‎No one was upset,  they did not even seem to care at all.

❝  Well, that's. . . odd.  ❞ ‏‏‎  ‏‏‎ ‎‎Dart mumbled quietly to herself,  ears falling flat.  ‏‏‎ ‎Contradictory to everything she understood,  this place challenged her fundamentally in a way she had never been before.  ‏‏‎ ‎Things seemed tranquil,  temperate,  and peaceful,  yet even now a distrustful lack of faith still remained within.  ‏‏‎ ‎Treading carefully still,  Dart slowly moved beneath the low branches of a tender young tree,  curiosity calling her forth despite intuition's warnings.

Crossing the threshold of the interior glade revealed a mysterious sight.  ‏‏‎ ‎Entering the clearing through the veil of verdant vegetation,  a brilliant white light appeared across the creek.  ‏‏‎ ‎Dart averted her gaze,  initially fearful that a blinding star may have fallen,  though when no calamitous disaster befell her,  she cracked a single eyelid to witness something truly celestial.  ‏‏‎ ‎Slowly opening eyes took in the presence of a phenomenal brilliance,  her glowing radiance radiating from her form,  casting scattered light along the bubbling water like diamonds strung on string—  she was nothing like Dart had ever seen.  ‏‏‎ ‎A prevailing planet splendidly occupying this space like she was visiting from some place far,  far away from here.  ‏‏‎ ‎Astonishment rescinded uncertainty,  the knowledge of anything known quickly caving away.

❝  H-hello. . .  ❞  ‏‏‎ ‎Dart said,  the lump in her throat barely allowing air to escape.

‎‏‏⸻‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎‎‏‏‎ ‏‏‎𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌‏‏‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎; ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎@autumnfrolic.

a red leaf that traveled on the wind would experience a miracle ; for it was dying , almost dead — had it not crossed the threshold of eternal spring. the cold and darkness it was doomed for was no longer ; instead turning back to the vibrant green of its youth. the wind carried it away with its joy rising as the doe settled in the clearing.

it was a stark contrast of the world before ; it's chilled winds stopped and warmed. it was as if it never happened , as if autumn and winter or even summer were too afraid of the forest to touch a single leaf or creature. the world of the forest was alive and green , and the air held the scents of flowers in eternal bloom — a wolf trotted by and barely gave the new doe as much as a hungry glance , her pups following along as she crossed a creek. there was no strife here , no deadly game of survival. the unicorns forest was serenity itself ; a paradise.

...

her foot fall was like the chime of a bell — and with each step her melody grew closer. with fur as white as the moon and a mane like seafoam , the forests guardian appeared in all her glory from the trees , her pale horn shining. she hadn't noticed the doe yet either , taking her time to walk over to the creek. yet she walked with regality , her head held high — only dropping it for a small sip of the clear waters.

it was only once she raised her head again — sparkling amethyst eyes peeking through her long lashes — that she finally spotted her in that clearing. while not alarmed , but still weary , the unicorn lifted her head ; her tall ears straight and alert. her scent was not familiar and she knew that she was untouched by her magic ; of her spring.

and thus two strangers stand still , trapped in the sight of each other.