The Academy: These aching cries come fro mthe bottom of our hearts

All because of you,
I haven't slept in so long;
When I do I dream,
Of drowning in the ocean,
Longing for the shore,
Where I can lay my head down;
I'll follow your voice,
All you have to do is shout it out!

The rain was not at all harsh and merciless; there was a certain ring to it as the droplets pattered against the hungry ground that surrounded us. The grass had gone so long without a drink to sustain the last of their lvies before winter's strangling grasp that it took little to no time for the water to disappear below ground. My hooves, because of their weight, were slowly becoming submerged in mud that sunk as the rain continued; it did not worry me, however, seeing as out of any horses, those of the Earth have least to fear from Nature. Still, my inked pools were riveted upon the stout form of the floral creature between myself and the bay mare; its beauty was so elegant that it would be nay impossible to discover an equal in anything... Except in horses. No, there was a certain femme I knew quite well that resembled the gorgeous eloquence that was the flower. And she stood before me, her rounded stomach sending a sharp, contrasted bolt of something close to regret through me. It was not given the chance to envelope me, however, and darken this content moment we were currently sharing; and so, I dug a hole inside my mind, burying the dark, sadistic thoughts that occasionally poisoned me, setting a panel of stone over top. It would crack soon enough and contain me in a small jar until I broke free once more; it was a neverending cycle I had come to know so well. But still, for now I had temporary release from my bonds.

With ill-concealed interest in the matter at hand, I swivelled my pinions forward, bringing my blue roan features higher to watch Delilah curiously. After her explanation for arriving here in the Academy was announced, a small, knowing smile creased my velvet lips, almost as though I had predicted all along that Delilah would come. "No, I didn't think you were a fighter." Returning my steadfast gaze to the blue lily, which grew only a centimeter taller, to my humerous until it could no longer reach to the sky, I furrowed my brow. Soon I would obtain the ability to create anything of nature at my mere will- there would be nothing holding me back from shaping the land, creating bundles of flowers miles wide, and developing a fully grown tree within hours. But it was essential that I learned to harness my current pwoers to their extent before I ran off experimenting with a massive power I could not control. Mere whims had shown that I could kill a horse of Lightning if I was not paying enough attention... That brought back a flood of painful, sorry memories I had hoped to forget the moment I had comitted the acts. They were atrocities in my darkened eyes, only because I could have paid more attention- hopefully Delilah had not been permanently damaged from my carelessness with my element, her weakness.
It could be potent in some areas, and I had to wield the element carefully, as many I knew did not.

Delilah's voice graced my auditories once again and I perked the ears forwards to better understand what more she had spoken. Ah, yes, Delilah. Though many do not know it, this is where everyone belongs, Scholar or not. I whispered into her mind, my face not giving any sign away that I had entered her mind i nthe first place. Instead, my features had refocused upon my blue lily, my lips tracing the exquisite designs upon the petals and stem, acting as though I was doing no more than thinking to myself. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. But, yes. Nature in itself is the essence of beauty. Shyly, I snorted, smiling in embarassment at myself before lowering my head back sheepishly to the flower. That would have made me turn dusty red if blood could rush to my face in emotion; I had expressed a deep piece of myself I had greatly enjoyed keeping a secret. My love for the very life and being that was existance. Ah, but was she not Delilah? Was she not my friend? Perhaps there were some things that could be said between two trusting friends that otherwise would be better left unsaid, after all.

After an awkward moment of silence between us, I raised my black pools up from their subject of interest, to find a new one. Her brown eyes captivated my own, and through our connection I murmured in curiosity, I'd be delighted to see what you have learnt, Delilah.

All because of you,
I believe in angels,
Not the kind with wings;
No, not the kind with halos,
The kind that bring you home,
When home becomes a strange place;
I'll follow your voice,
All you have to do is shout it out!

EARTH II
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