May 04 2024, 08:50 PM
Despite the chrysalis of Labradorite being on a beach, the air on this day turn felt oddly parched. High above, rolling clouds loomed in the air. Magic would feel oddly heavy on this day, as if affected by the very weather itself. Then again, what was weather, when one lived in a magical cave system?
The being inside the chrysalis had not yet seem the clouds, felt the parched air, touched the sand of the beach on which the not-too large chrysalis jutted. They had not yet cast magic. They were still contained.
But they were thinking, now, aware enough to know that they were contained. Their world was limited to the gemstone walls and chrysalis fluid, but the creature inside thought they wanted to be free, even if they hardly knew what that word meant.
With a thought, they felt magic come easily to their whim, and a short blast of air broke open their chrysalis.
They were free, and their form wet with chrysalis fluid shifted in shade as the weather exposure hit properly. Their scales, formerly a pale grey, became a darker hue.
But they did not notice. Instead, they found themself wondering what it meant, that they were now free. Did it simply mean an exposure to the world? Yet, the word freedom carried with it positive connotations, and they pondered this too.
Was exposure good? Being exposed meant vulnerability, which meant the ability to be hurt, even if the foot-long noodle child was not sure what that meant exactly, they knew that was bad. And yet freedom was good.
They glanced around, seeking an answer in the sands and water and clouded sky. Was this all there was to see?
The being inside the chrysalis had not yet seem the clouds, felt the parched air, touched the sand of the beach on which the not-too large chrysalis jutted. They had not yet cast magic. They were still contained.
But they were thinking, now, aware enough to know that they were contained. Their world was limited to the gemstone walls and chrysalis fluid, but the creature inside thought they wanted to be free, even if they hardly knew what that word meant.
With a thought, they felt magic come easily to their whim, and a short blast of air broke open their chrysalis.
They were free, and their form wet with chrysalis fluid shifted in shade as the weather exposure hit properly. Their scales, formerly a pale grey, became a darker hue.
But they did not notice. Instead, they found themself wondering what it meant, that they were now free. Did it simply mean an exposure to the world? Yet, the word freedom carried with it positive connotations, and they pondered this too.
Was exposure good? Being exposed meant vulnerability, which meant the ability to be hurt, even if the foot-long noodle child was not sure what that meant exactly, they knew that was bad. And yet freedom was good.
They glanced around, seeking an answer in the sands and water and clouded sky. Was this all there was to see?