HOUSE OF BALLOONS .

[Kezz]

RAIN IS FALLING IN THE CORNER
ABOVE THE BOYS AND THE MOONLIT MASK
JUST BE A SHOULDER FOR MY HEAD
ALL I EVER ASK.

Sonnet was lonely, but it was only the faint tugging at the frayed fringes of her innards that reminded her so. She was an aimless, uninspired child, one who seemed to deter company without having even to try. It wasn't deliberate on her part: the distant far-away look which glazed over her dark eyes, but it took not long for one to become miffed, at least, by her often inattentive nature. She would simply sigh, offer an unassuming shrug to the sky and drift back the way she'd come. Her mother's fretful nature phased the feeble girl not; at least Reth, despite all her uncountable faults, was a constant that she could rely upon. Her father, not so much, but she loved him equally. Yes, loving others was something, at least, that came naturally to Sonnet. Her heart was vulnerable, mind — though thankfully it was yet to be preyed upon.

Today her isolated wanderings had taken her to the very edge of Iscariot's desolate kingdom. Sonnet paused, sunlight running off her meager frame; everything about her was pinched, from her hollowed cheeks to the way her knees bent inward, her thin wisp-like hair of silver floated ethereally in the summer breeze. She took a moment to peer across the border, off into the wilds of the unknown and the little girl shivered; caught between a fantasy of fear and fervor.

Diati it's 6am no judging

[Diati]

The summertime was always such an irritating season. Just after a season of failures for the lone stallion, and the heat that he could have been weathering by the water's edge with a harem of lovely ladies, now beat down relentlessly on his smoky cream back. His pride was wounded, and his temper was flared. Everything he had wanted in life thus far, he had failed to obtain. The land, the women, the glory and fame. The stories they would have told of him...for generations to come. His name would not be forgotten, and his legacy would live on till the end of time. Or, so he had hoped, and so he had been let down by himself.

As much as he hated having to stoop to taking pointers from those who could pull it off themselves, Glaedr found himself wandering the edges of known claimed territories. It was a risky business, not that he was afraid. But any stallion who found another lone one too close to his lands might think something more insidious was up. Walking along the border, the creamy stallion smirked to himself. No, not yet. He hadn't the resources to try something like that just yet. But soon, soon he'd have his time in the sun, and they'd all remember him for it.

Pulled from his moping and plotting, however, Glaedr looked up to see something...odd.

She was young, that was easy to tell. From her delicate frame to her knobby legs, thin, wispy hair playing in the wind like a baby chick's down, the girl that stared off into the distance before him was hardly ordinary. What was she doing out here? Didn't her parents teach her any better? Clearing his throat, the stallion tried to get her attention, without crossing the border himself. He took a slow step towards her, somewhat concerned about her health. Her skin seemed almost...too tight across her body. Like a canvas stretched over a frame with too weak of supports, her skin was pulling her bones and collapsing them, ever so slowly. Excuse me? Young miss? Another step forward, a curious lean to see what it was she was staring at. Are you alright?

Kezz

[Kezz]

RAIN IS FALLING IN THE CORNER
ABOVE THE BOYS AND THE MOONLIT MASK
JUST BE A SHOULDER FOR MY HEAD
ALL I EVER ASK.

She noticed him immediately, her coffee-black eyes rimmed by a thin curiosity. He might have been a phantom - a hallucination - conjured from the broiled cells of her tumbleweed mind. And this would not have surprised the girl — he was certainly beautiful enough to be a figment of what she may have imagined to be hers, something Sonnet could call her own. Was there a creature on earth that did not crave love? She doubted it. For her own heart (in utter secrecy) dreamed for the devotion of another flesh-bound soul, one who cared less about her languor and more for the way she mirrored the open sky whence dawn broke.

But as the handsome illusion drew closer Sonnet came to realise that he was indeed very real. She swallowed. Pale lashes fluttered hectically. Are you alright? Not particularly. Not ever, in fact - would have been the answer had Fate's granddaughter been an honest child, yet she was not, not remotely. The lie kissed her lips and melted into the air, "Yes, thank you, kind sir."

Sonnet took a moment to study him, this stranger whom she should have fled from. Oh, but why? Her mother's warnings had been clear and yet the girl found herself caring not at all about the stories she'd been told. Instead she was drawn to the truth: reality. Him. He was not the tallest of men, and his frame did not match the brute sinew of her uncle, Reichenbach, but there was a finesse in the way he stood that Sonnet deemed to be intriguing. His skin was a gorgeous shade of dark cream, but it was the stranger's eyes that caught her full attention. Blue like the ocean she'd heard so much of.

"Who- who are you?" She stuttered.

Diati sorry this took uber long ;3