Post by Ribbon Harmony on Jul 31, 2022 15:18:17 GMT
The one thing that she had discovered was that no matter how old you were, life could still feel like a literal tilt a whirl of emotions. Happy, Sad, Grief, Joyous and so on and so forth. Smiles and tears seemed to be synonyms of one another in a way though they were filled with such different emotional connections at times. Not so ironically was the fact that they seemed to pull at one another which was something that Ribbon still could not say that she understood one hundred percent. She only understood some of what she had been through but finally stepping into Astaria, Oregon even if only for a second had opened her eyes just a little bit more. She did not have much time to go over it but she had managed to note the following:
She sighed as she read it over and she shook her hair. It still felt weird with the new cut but it did feel good to not have her ribbons when they came out, automatically have her hair to pull on. "Not the best but it will do for now," she said as she closed her computer. She made her way outside as she felt a small shiver down her body and felt her scales loosen as the colorless ribbon fell to the bottom following behind her. After a few seconds she put her arm slightly behind her. "I know it's a small change, the hair but you will just have to adjust to going straight for my arms now. It should not be that big of a change," she said as she felt the ribbon wrap itself around her wrists and in between her fingers.
She held her hand up and looked it over. "Well if Micah's words are true I guess red is first, I just simply hope he does not get caught red handed," she said as the phrase left her lips and she watched the glorious red color feel the ribbon and she smiled because watching the ribbon go from colorless to any color was always special. It always seemed to pull at her heart and at her scales at the same time and felt always in balance even just for a few measly seconds. "I guess that one line is true, so sick of pretty I want something true."
It still always came back to music and roots as she watched the ribbon unwrap itself from her hands and fingers and she threw it out into the open space and smiled. "Truly seemingly limitless," she said as she pulled it back. "However it's not about being limitless, nope it's about working with what you have and who you are, and more than that learning to breathe through it all." It was time because putting it off would mean that the next time that any of them got around to thinking about it, it would be cold and she could not risk that for the cold still did a number on her. "Micah better make it worth it."
New York, a place of dreams, but more importantly a song. These roots, these musical melodies, the harmonies, it's all about to unravel, well as soon as the setup is finished. So sit back, enjoy, but most of all stay balanced and hydrated.
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Dear Diary,
It's strange to call you a diary when you are written on a technological device and moved from place to place as long as I remember my account names and passwords but none the less there I go veering off the point of it all. Point being Mila and I, collectively have finally found our way to Astaria and I know it's been a minute not literally but you know..point being would you believe Micah pulled me out to go to New York?
Can't lie a small bit of me is excited but also scared because I realized something. All Micah has to do is put her, her being Trove naturally in a place where her memories start to push through and we are all going to be, well scattering is the word that I am going to use. It feels like it's going to ripple down and effect us all.
[/i]It's strange to call you a diary when you are written on a technological device and moved from place to place as long as I remember my account names and passwords but none the less there I go veering off the point of it all. Point being Mila and I, collectively have finally found our way to Astaria and I know it's been a minute not literally but you know..point being would you believe Micah pulled me out to go to New York?
Can't lie a small bit of me is excited but also scared because I realized something. All Micah has to do is put her, her being Trove naturally in a place where her memories start to push through and we are all going to be, well scattering is the word that I am going to use. It feels like it's going to ripple down and effect us all.
She sighed as she read it over and she shook her hair. It still felt weird with the new cut but it did feel good to not have her ribbons when they came out, automatically have her hair to pull on. "Not the best but it will do for now," she said as she closed her computer. She made her way outside as she felt a small shiver down her body and felt her scales loosen as the colorless ribbon fell to the bottom following behind her. After a few seconds she put her arm slightly behind her. "I know it's a small change, the hair but you will just have to adjust to going straight for my arms now. It should not be that big of a change," she said as she felt the ribbon wrap itself around her wrists and in between her fingers.
She held her hand up and looked it over. "Well if Micah's words are true I guess red is first, I just simply hope he does not get caught red handed," she said as the phrase left her lips and she watched the glorious red color feel the ribbon and she smiled because watching the ribbon go from colorless to any color was always special. It always seemed to pull at her heart and at her scales at the same time and felt always in balance even just for a few measly seconds. "I guess that one line is true, so sick of pretty I want something true."
It still always came back to music and roots as she watched the ribbon unwrap itself from her hands and fingers and she threw it out into the open space and smiled. "Truly seemingly limitless," she said as she pulled it back. "However it's not about being limitless, nope it's about working with what you have and who you are, and more than that learning to breathe through it all." It was time because putting it off would mean that the next time that any of them got around to thinking about it, it would be cold and she could not risk that for the cold still did a number on her. "Micah better make it worth it."
New York, a place of dreams, but more importantly a song. These roots, these musical melodies, the harmonies, it's all about to unravel, well as soon as the setup is finished. So sit back, enjoy, but most of all stay balanced and hydrated.
END
