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March 4: Elfquest. "Time to Fly"
Title: Time to Fly
Day/Theme: March 4. however you live, there's a part of you always standing by, mapping out the sky
Series: Elfquest
Character/Pairing: Skywise
Rating: G
The stars had always held his attention. He got it from his mother.
Should’ve named him Moth, some of the older Wolfriders had said. Pale, fluttery thing attracted to lights. Drawn to things out of reach.
He used to dream of flying. It was a simpler time when he thought a set of wings would be the answer to all his wishes. He had sprawled out on hilltops and watched the skies. When he had found the lodestone, he had recognized it at once as a piece of the stars that had fallen to earth. It had pulled at him, even as it turned to point to the Hub star.
Then, he had flown. Littletrill had carried him. Arms full of Aroree, eyes full of skies, he had left the world of wolves and woods far below. The stars had still been out of reach.
Then, he had seen the palace. The lodestone’s pull was nothing compared to the draw of the palace. Made of pure starstuff itself, even elves as unmagical and unspiritual as the Go-backs flocked to it. He had been able to turn his back on it once. Once it was restored, he hadn’t been able to resist.
He had gone to the stars. Had touched them. Walked on them. And still there was more. Now that he had been granted Time, he had hope of seeing it all.
Day/Theme: March 4. however you live, there's a part of you always standing by, mapping out the sky
Series: Elfquest
Character/Pairing: Skywise
Rating: G
The stars had always held his attention. He got it from his mother.
Should’ve named him Moth, some of the older Wolfriders had said. Pale, fluttery thing attracted to lights. Drawn to things out of reach.
He used to dream of flying. It was a simpler time when he thought a set of wings would be the answer to all his wishes. He had sprawled out on hilltops and watched the skies. When he had found the lodestone, he had recognized it at once as a piece of the stars that had fallen to earth. It had pulled at him, even as it turned to point to the Hub star.
Then, he had flown. Littletrill had carried him. Arms full of Aroree, eyes full of skies, he had left the world of wolves and woods far below. The stars had still been out of reach.
Then, he had seen the palace. The lodestone’s pull was nothing compared to the draw of the palace. Made of pure starstuff itself, even elves as unmagical and unspiritual as the Go-backs flocked to it. He had been able to turn his back on it once. Once it was restored, he hadn’t been able to resist.
He had gone to the stars. Had touched them. Walked on them. And still there was more. Now that he had been granted Time, he had hope of seeing it all.