your heart's greatest desire // meeting type:null // solo Jan 12, 2019 3:30:22 GMT -5
Post by Mirissa S. Blare on Jan 12, 2019 3:30:22 GMT -5
She walked down the path. All seemed well, all seemed clear. The air seemed to still and the sounds she heard before became even more muted. There was just her and her marry band of egg watchers. When she came to the other side pf the path, to the end where her prize awaited, there was a sudden flash of bright light; when her eyes adjusted, signals of panic raced though her mind as she spun around in search what clearly felt missing. The ponyta was gone, the wagon was gone, and the larvesta that was keeping the eggs warm, the one that she had became inseparable with, was gone. Instead of being surrounded by only light or only dark, there were trees and buldings and, within very clear view, a mountain she was all to familiar with. It was one of the many mountains she had seen when she was younger, but this was a mountain that had the town she was born in at the foot of its base. It was a mountain and a town best known for the hot springs used to ease the weary bodies of the old and the young and to help keep those eggs at the perfect tempature.
The mountain was Mt. Chimmney and the town was Lavaridge. Her birth place, the place she could call home even if her home was truly on the road.
Panic still filled her mind as her companions were still lost and something more was itching at the back of her mind. Something that screamed at her to pay attention to what was practically in front of her. It wasn't until, out of the corner of her right eye she noticed her old friend. She slowly turned to him, blinking as she came face to face with the young boy who was waving at her, a big old grin on his face and houndour pup by his side. He was young again, about fourteen or even fifteen . Mirissa couldn't help but stare at him, confusion across her face. What was going on? Was this another...fear? That couldn't be right; the path she had chosen was the exit...right?
The grin on his face slowly turned to a frown and he lightly jogged over, the female houndour running along side him, showing equal concern. "Mirissa, whats wrong?" His voice felt very real, and it wasn't muted like the other sounds around her, ones she could now hear and maybe even put a name to if she so focused. Confusion still on her face she looked around, seeing large groups of people walking just barely out of the town and towards what appeared to be tents and decorations of ribbon and lanterns.
"Don't tell me you - the toughest and show ready girl I have had ever known - is getting stage fright now!
Her attention snapped back towards him. She opened her mouth but no words came out. Mirissa was too confused, too lost, as the familiar scene seemed to play out in front of her. She had words back then, but she couldn't think of them even now. Couldn't really say them even now. The stupid smile returned to her friend's face as he grabbed her hand and pulled her towards where everyone else was going.
You have to get ready!
Her modern day companions temporary forgotten, the thirteen year old Mirissa followed her old friends to what she remembered as her old traveling room. She had a performance tonight, and all the warnings and the panic in her head were fading fast.