The morning was quiet, the wind whistled through shivering palm fronds, the waves kissed the violet shore and let it’s foamy white lipstick upon it’s cheeks as Harpoon looked out at the ocean with content. That Sunday was a good quiet one, Sigma and Theta slept curled in a call around each other, their heads resting on their partner’s flank as they snoozed under the shade of palms. Seafoam was out at sea, deep in the waves her modern cygne coat glimmering white against the blue and her glitter horn and bubbles were flashing rainbows in the sun. This was typical of her, Harpoon thought with a smile, his little bubble hippocampi just out in the deepest part of the shallows. Maybe she’d disappear beneath the waves that occasionally burst over her frame. She was only fifteen hands, and sometimes just sometimes Harpoon had the deep urge to try to save her from those big mean waves that seemed to toss and turn her like she was naught but flotsam or jetsam. He couldn’t help it, the sea was a
2021 Ren Fen Joust by EternalGoddesses, literature
2021 Ren Fen Joust
Unicornian Copper hooves dug into soft ground, it reminded him of sand in a way he couldn’t quite place . He smirked, sun rising in the sky to greet the day in a way that made the air seem to hold even more magic. As if the gods had blessed this morning as a good one, if he believed in them that was. Harpoon trotted around the whited arena, snow swept up and piled into dunes that reminded him of his island home. The air was crisp and it nipped at his heels as he walked, his old bones groaning from the cold and yearning to be sprawled in the warmth of tropical sun kissed violet sands. His Lady sat eagerly upon his bad, nearly bare save for a cleverly crafted saddle that seemed to fit well in the aesthetic they both shared. Harpoon being a pirate of course did not accept the normal tack and armor one would normally use for jousting, and had reared and refused when begged to wearit. His safety be damned, no fancy heavy armor would grace his hind end , he’d have custom tack or none at
Disclaimer: This isn’t made up, and everything I write here will be true to me and myself during the Journey. Details may be opted and changed considering the nature of the things posted. But I am trying meditative writing not only for BP/MP, but because I feel this way it will help relieve a lot of stress I can’t get out in any other means due to obvious circumstances in the world right now. Horses featured in this were given permission by their respective people, I would not reach out and try to contact them without owners permission. Please take that in mind if you are seeing this. This will be a no judgie zone going into this here post. Comments are off, if you have questions you can note me directly. This meditation was actually rather hard for me, chores had to be done, and my head just was not having it today. This is gonna mention animal loss, and trauma, for those who need trigger warnings, but it goes into no explicit details other than...well I lost things and I am still
Oh, neat. I've just barely started dabbling to... underwhelming results. (Though I did start in the wrong moon phase so that could be a factor.) Either way, I'm guessing that if you've been practicing for nearly seven years, you must have gotten results. And I'm inclined to doubt that you started on the first day of the year by coincidence, so that's all the more reason to expect you're serious.