You Make Me Smile {Open}

[.๑whovian๑.]

Smile

You make me smile like the sun
Fall outta bed
Sing like a bird
Dizzy in my head
Spin like a record
Crazy on a Sunday night

It was a beautiful day. The clouds were the color of a stormy grey mane, rushing overhead, enhancing all the colors with a dark sheen, making everything on land beautiful. Smile looked up at the darkening sky, it would probably be a good idea to find some shelter soon, in case it started to thunder. The rain made the rocks fairly glitter, even in the low light. Of course, it could be potentially dangerous, on the slick ground, but she didn't mind. She was careful. Looking out at the crumbling cliffs, she looked farther at the swirling surf below. The ocean had always been a thing of beauty to her, and it was such a mystery. She wondered what sort of fantastic creatures lived beneath those roaring waves. Smiling to herself, she continued walking along, her dark coat streaked with water that made her look brindle in color. The air was pretty warm, so the moisture did not bother her.

Many horses might say that this was a dreary, wet and rather disgusting day that was far to dangerous to be on the cliffs. However, the level of danger really depended on the horse. Yes, it was dangerous if you walked along the edge. Yes, it is dangerous if you walk on uneven ground. But everywhere, there is a safe path. You just have to find it. The path she walked on was patched with mossy, and little gleaming white flowers poked out of the soft, grippy green. It contrasted magnificently with the grey rock to which it clung. It was an unusual place for flowers to grow, yet there they were. In fact, the path seemed to be growing in front of the young filly as she walked.

You make me dance like a fool
Forget how to breathe
Shine like gold
Buzz like a bee

As a matter of fact, she was making the path grow. It grew in front of her as she walked, its magnificent growing rate was fueled by the filly's high spirits, and gentle, kind nature. Her moss and flower path growing in front of her, she was certain she was perfectly safe. Pausing a moment, the path kept on creeping, going on and on, the little white flowers lighting the way like little lanterns, shining in the darkness. After all, that was, in a sense, what the filly was; she was a light in dark places, the one that makes you smile.

Just the thought of you can drive me wild
Oh, you make me smile

words; 393
muse; fab
notes; it's not too long, but it doesn't need to be.

[Velnias]

Aiua

Mother. Father. Did I do it right?

I remember Ender, the small one. Smaller than I, more
innocent. And so wise, and strength dwelt in his small body. And
I remember speaking to him, through my mind, reaching out to
him like a baby from the womb. Not knowing where to look,
where to call, and crying out blindly. But he met my mind, and we
interwove. He was like a mother, nursing my strength back. I
was the last of my herd, and he had brought me to this place far,
far away from him. Where my mind and powers could be
contained safely, and yet where I could experience freedom. He
knew we couldn't be together; we were too powerful to share the
same world. And so he went to a new place to find a future. He
wouldn't go back.



The cliffs, as they fell, were like the memories of her people, her
brothers and sisters, her mothers and fathers, crumbling to the
ground. The roar of the shifting cliffs was their cry of pain, but not
as much for fear, but sorrow. Sorrow that we couldn't understand
Ender and his armies, sorrow that they couldn't understand us.
My people died because we couldn't understand each other, and
Ender held the entire guilt on his chest. So that was why he had
taken me so far away, so our lives wouldn't collide, and not that
of our children or children's children, and if they did meet it would
be the distant, foreign meeting of strange ancestors.



I didn't step carefully; I wouldn't perish here. I had nothing to
fear in this place. It was a brief surge of sadness when the cliffs
broke and split each time, but it disappeared instantly. Not fear,
never fear. I didn't fear anything except for the death of Ender's
soul, far away. When I felt him leave my mind I would know that
he had left the earth, and only then would I be free to join him.
Until then, I would stay. I had a responsibility, anyhow. And it
seemed that the first step towards it was now. I took a step over
the jagged charcoal ground, seeing a strange light ahead of me.
It wasn't a light in any sense, it was another aiua, as I called
them. My vision, you see, was different. I saw things for the
spirits they had inside them, I saw things from the inside out.



When I saw this being drift towards me on her pretty hooves, I
saw her aiua as beautiful and bright. It was rare to see such
radiance; each thought I felt presented itself as images to me,
emotions. That was how I thought, felt, saw, heard, spoke. I
saw the mare's pretty face, noble, when she drew close to me
through the fog. I smelt the flowers, I saw the path she had
made for herself. I didn't move, nor smile, nor perform the usual
emotions a stranger would. I watched her, trying to explore what
of her mind I could see in a moment, but only a moment. Then I
drew back into the world and saw through my simple eyes again,
seeing the mare's sleek body of the same deep reddish color as
mine. Her eyes were oddly kind and elated and friendly, even to
me. It seemed to me as if she was so used to being this way and
I believed that she must always be so happy. I felt a glimmer of
chance, I wanted to speak to her. But I was silent. I couldn't
bear to see the light leave her eyes if something went wrong. So
I stood.

words: 610
muse: Very good.
notes: That was a bit fun, hope it isn't scattered.
I crammed a lot in there, in only 600 words.

[.๑whovian๑.]

Smile

You make me smile like the sun
Fall outta bed
Sing like a bird
Dizzy in my head
Spin like a record
Crazy on a Sunday night


The world was a good place. She was certain of that. Though dark at times, and filled with the Cursed, it was a good place. Her heart was so full of happiness, she could not help but smile. She looked up, and out at the beautiful, stormy sea, and then she looked back to the path she was making. However, as Smile walked, she picked something up. A scent, it was another horse! Looking around for the source of the scent, Smile walked quickly forward, and then, she saw her. A beautiful mare, with a coloring similar to her own, yet she was more of mahogany, with a lovely dappled coat. Oh, how Smile wished she herself possessed those lovely dapplings. She smiled warmly, and the light in her eyes seemed to radiate like the first morning light.

"Why hello," she said, her voice sounding as though speaking to a god or goddess. "You are a lovely mare, may I ask for your name?" she asked. She didn't want to seem odd, or unusual, she just spoke her mind. The mare was, very beautiful, much more so than herself, and she seemed so sad. Well, at least, sad compared to Smile. She tossed her head, her black mane swishing quietly, and she dropped her head to the beautiful, delicate white flowers. Drawing in their sweet scent, she looked up again. She was young, like Smile herself, and though they were similar in color, they could not have looked more different. Smile looked deeply into the other mare's eyes, wishing to vanquish the sadness that existed deep into those orbs. The smile, though small and hard to notice was still on the young filly's face, as though it would never disappear.

"It is a lovely day," she remarked, not actually asking for a response, but welcome for a good conversation. This could irritate many horses, as some might think it was a joke, when really, the way she stared out at the wild surf, it could not be a joke. Because the filly was probably the only one of her kind out here. She was so happy, she saw beauty in everything. Then, an idea came to her, smiling widely, she looked out at the sea, and reared up a little. Then she whinnied loudly. The sound seemed to be eaten by the roar of the surf, and it had an extremely haunting sound as it turned to a whisper, a ghost like call out on the ocean. It was a beautiful sequence of sounds, and it made the young filly shiver a little. So beautiful, why hadn't she done that earlier.


You make me dance like a fool
Forget how to breathe
Shine like gold
Buzz like a bee

Smiling, she turned back to the mare. "It's amazing what a simple sound can turn into, when said to the sea," she said in her quiet voice. This was the point where horses would look at her disgusted, and turn around and walk away. They thought she was a stupid filly that was living in a fantasy world. However, they were missing the point. The truth, the real truth of it all, the truth behind the smile, the bay coat, the deep, radiating eyes of the dark bay filly.

The truth was, she was living, in a reality. She was living, in the same world as everyone, yet she made it so beautiful that she loved what so many horses hated. She could see such a beauty in everything that existed, the weather, the landscape, and even the Cursed lands. Yes, the filly did not fear the land of the Cursed horses. She felt sorry for them, that their hearts were so hardened, that they had lost the ability to love, to see beauty in simple pleasures. Yes, it was true, this filly, really understood everything. This life was only the beginning. The gods were gracious, they acknowledged those who saw beauty in all life. She would be happy when she died, so she did not fear death. The only thing that she feared was hatred. No, not hatred of her, or other horses, but hatred of life. Those horses who wanted nothing more than to take their own life, that saw absolutely no beauty at all.

It was the hatred of life, that she feared above all in other horses. Her only, true fear.

Just the thought of you can drive me wild
Oh, you make me smile

words; 721 (not counting lyrics/coding)
muse; holy shiz
notes; i am in love with her

[Velnias]

Aiua

When I follow the path of the gods through the wood

Reaching into her mind, the aiua, the spirit of this new,
young, beautiful mare called out to me. She smiled and her smile
was radiant, enough to light up her mind. And inside her head
dwelt a tune, a soft and happy, pleasant tune. It called up the
flowers that sprang through the bare cliff rock at the touch of her
hooves. She was truly, purely happy. And her name was called
Smile, her aiua told me. She seemed curious about me, at the
least. I certainly found it amusing, in my own way, that such a
depressing place would bring her here, to the Cliffs.


[Oh, it's nice here indeed, my Ender.]
<My Jane, your powers can be safe there, contained.>
[It's still odd being in such a ohysical body. But it isn't painful, I have found another aiua.]
<Oh?>
[She smiles at such liberty that I feel she has taken it to be her name, Smile.]
<Does she know you?>
[Not yet. But I think she is wise enough. I will tell her.]
<But not many can know you, remember. I cannot go where you have gone, I cannot rescue you again.>

<Strange, isn't it? How your tiny body, small as you once were, was just barely contained in my world? And now you're freer, and I'm too close to this place. You have too much power, I cannot come near you now.>
[But you've seen me. I'm still ith you, as I will be until the day you leave life.]
<What of you, then?>

<Be careful, Jane.>


I looked at the mare, feeling her warmth spread around her.
Smile's presence was rare, omething uplifting gave me the feeling
that I wanted to smile, to lugh. But it felt still foreign, I hadn't
grown entirely used to this body yet. But to please her, I miled.
It was faint at first, but I mimicked her expression almost. My
eyes were gold flecked, still a maze of emotions. But she was a
strange mare, and I wanted to make her feel like she wasn't
unwelcome. Like I didn't want to block her out, push her away.
"Yes," was the word I said, once she began to look bout,
commenting on the lovely day. Of course, most would see that it
was never a lovely day here in the Cliffs, but to her it was the
world. She seemed to mean what she said, and she made an
effort to make everything seem like a gift. I suppose that it was.
I hoped, deep down, I would grow accustomed to these things.
Maybe then I wouldn't stick out like a, what was the term? Sore
thumb.



Then she looked at me, and she admired my coat, though she
didn't make a show of it. I nodded politely to her, and said in a
soft voice that, perhaps, sounded more like the fleeting wind,
"Your coat is just as lovely, dear Smile. Your aiua sings out to
me, when you speak." And then she politely asked my name,
her eyes eager ad bright. "I have told you. I am Aiua."
The filly seemed so happy and spontaneous, and I watched her
with the same soft expression on my face. I was quiet as Smile
reared up, looking out to the black, churning ocean. She sent out
a long, melodic call and it echoed over the waves. The crevices in
the cliffs called back, echoing her voice. She smiled, and I heard
her say in a soft voice, how beautiful it was. I felt the emotion
put forth into those words and the smile stayed on my face.
Little by little, it seemed, I was growing used to these emotions.



"You see the smile in everything, don't you?" I looked into
her dark eyes. She was still happy, she always would be. I could
see it in the way he looked at the ocean, at me, at the floers,at
the things around her. She wanted to see beauty where others
turned away. It was plain to notice. I wished that Ender would
know that bliss, but he would never allow himself to. He felt a
great many things, and sheer happiness was the last of them.
And yet, he lived a content life. Content, but never fully at
peace. But it wasn't because of his grief, but rather because his
mind tormented him. He was restless because of the memories
that plagued him. But Smile hadn't known the same thing Ender
had. If she had, she likely would have felt differently. Or maybe,
she would still be blissfully at peace. Maybe she would simply let
it go from her mind.

words: 843
muse: Very good.
notes: The italics [] and <> quotes are stuff inside her head. You don't havta worry about that.

[.๑whovian๑.]

Smile

The young mare looked at the other, the smile on her lips. Aiua. A nice name indeed, did it have a profound meaning? She didn't really feel like asking about it, so instead she looked back out at the water again, staring quietly out at the stormy grey sky. "I see what there is in everything," she said quietly in response to the question. She looked at the mare standing next to her, and as she did, more flowers, a lovely yellow of the mid-day sun grew up around the two of them. There was an aura about this mare that puzzled her. She merely looked into the mares eyes, and sensed silence. This mare was not one to communicate through speech. She could tell from her body, her ears, her eyes, the way she carried herself, the sound of her voice. She looked at her, and wondered, speaking through her eyes.

You can see it too. Many seem to think that I am unusual, but all I do is look and listen deeply. Words are not needed to be happy. She started to walk away, flowers growing in unusual formations as she went. Some were blue, some red, purple, but the most prominent and beautiful were those that were yellow and white. She walked softly on the ground, and closed her eyes, guided by her path of flowers, listening to the wind and the rain, and the waves crashing on the shore. Then, in a beautiful, haunting voice that seemed to pierce the roaring waves, and wind, with a chilly beauty, she sang in a chant:

This is the place. Stand still, my steed,
Let me review the scene,
And summon from the shadowy Past
The forms that once have been.

The Past and Present here unite
Beneath Time's flowing tide,
Like footprints hidden by a brook,
But seen on either side.

I saw the branches of the trees
Bend down thy touch to meet,
The clover-blossoms in the grass
Rise up to kiss thy feet,

Through the closed blinds the golden sun
Poured in a dusty beam,
Like the celestial ladder seen
By Jacob in his dream.

And ever and anon, the wind,
Sweet-scented with the hay,
Turned o'er the hymn-book's fluttering leaves
That on the window lay.

Though thoughts, deep-rooted in my heart,
Like pine-trees dark and high,
Subdue the light of noon, and breathe
A low and ceaseless sigh;

This memory brightens o'er the past,
As when the sun, concealed
Behind some cloud that near us hangs
Shines on a distant field.

When she finished, she stopped, her mane blowing gently around her face. The wind slowed, and it seemed quiet for a moment as she stared out into the oceans churning waves. "A beautiful place this is. Wrought with fear and beauty, pain and love, and pure life." She turned and looked back at Aiua. She did not speak again, she merely looked at her, questioning, staring without blinking.

muse; incredible
notes; okay i fail. im sorry i totally forgot about this but I hope we can continue.

c) Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's poem not mine, excerpts taken.

[Velnias]

Aiua

My eyes take every twisting turn of the grain

I often see the power in a name. Yes, of course they have power, the greatest of all. To know someone's name is to have power over them, even a little. Of course, there is an opposition to it. Fear drives that power, or hate. The owner of the name only gives as much power over her name as she shows fear of it. If this makes sense.

Smile's name was well-fitted. She expressed her thoughts through a smile. She had subtle powers of her own, originating from that very smile. She was an ecstatic soul, and I could see it. In my own name, there posessed power. I was Aiua, and my aiua was where my power resided. It is different than having your powers rest in your body, because if I died, my powers would die with me. But there is, to put it very strangely, an alternative. By using my mind in ways I've practiced so long, I keep all my powers residing in my spirit. My aiua. In this way, it provided balance for me and it is very complicated and often tiring to keep it like this. I have to draw deeper in myself to use them, but at the same time I have a more thorough understanding of them. By doing this, it provides protection, in a way, because if I die only my body will crumble. My aiua will travel on alone, perhaps for eternity. It will travel until it finds a place to reside. It is something I have always had since I was born, which I don't in fact know when or how I even occured.

It is very complicated. Only something to be explained by showing, not telling. I have never actually tried showing anyone. The only one who truly understands me is little Ender. He discovered me. He had a hand in creating me, in giving me a place on earth. He saved my aiua. He is the one whose mind I truly am familiar with. By seeing his mind, I wasable to change my aiua to fit a body of my own. But of course, I am forever reminded of the fact that, no matter how well I come to know this body or any body, I am still different. Alone.

But, for more cheery thoughts.

Smile took in the bleak place, and she answered my question simply. My own eyes were silver coated and frothed with wisps of blue. On a clear day, they glassed the weather. On a dark day, they were black as midnight. I wondered if she would be the first to notice the oddity; my aiua hoped that soon enough, once this body accepted me entirely, it might determine a permanent hue because one thing that made me itch under my skin was the unending glare of the critical. It reminded me. It made me think horrible things, too. When I was angry in that way, I sometimes wished I could take root in their minds, and burrow into them. Twist them from the inside out. Morbid, yes. But we all fear what we don't understand.

As for me, I've never felt fear. If anything, I'm a very fair being.

Smile's sideways glances weren't critical. More along the lines of curious, which I much better preferred. She was piecing me together as she pieced together the puzzle of sadness and repainted it herself, repainted it with flowers and a smile. Then, I felt a spark inside her head and she spoke, slurred at first, You...see... Many...think...I am unusual...I...look and listen deeply. Words are not needed to be happy. And oh, the thrill of it! To feel another' mind speaking out to me brought a forlorn and pleasant smile to my face. Vague, but meaningful. I threw my silver-grey eyes across the flat, graphite landscape and I felt like the mood had settled, but lightly. The howling wind quieted just a little.

I took tapping steps over the rock, the tiny noises echoing hollowly. It seemed Smile had attained the same idea, because she was approaching the edge of the cliff. Around her dainty steps, petite flowers sprang from tiny cracks in the rock and bloomed. It was an interesting sight. I drew my attention to the bursting waves then were visible over the straight drop. Each black and whitewater wave seemed to sprout from a dying one, new force and energy pounding the sides of the cliffs. Shards of rock were sheared off and fell like thin slivers of film to the rocks below, bursting into a thousand fragments.

It was then that I heard the melody pouring rom out of Smile's mouth. I listened, and as she chanted each verse not known to me, of course, it seemed that the waves beat in tune to the rhythm. I began to feel the hum and vibration under my hooves as the cliffs were being beaten, and the tune rose to my head with Smile's singing. When it was finished, she spoke. "A beautiful place this is. Wrought with fear and beauty, pain and love, and pure life." I was a fraction disappointed, because it would have been an ennead more lovely in her voice, had she tried to think it to me again. But I heard her, and once she had finished I nodded briefly. I steadied mysel as a roaring whitecap engulfed the rocks below me, rocking the fragile slabs of charcoal.

Closing my eyes, I drew a breath in, reaching for my aiua. She could speak to me; it was logical that I try to return it. But I was reluctant, knowing fully what might happen if I didn't touch well to her mind. Nonetheless, I tried it. ...Beauty, full of beauty indeed...A circle of life...waves rising from old waves and falling aginst the rock...the rock falling into the sea, shattering into thousands... And then, I said, Everything has an Aiua, Smile...

Willing my voice to go out over the water, I spoke again. A poem came to mind, an old poem. It was full of strange words, and I found I changed it often. Those words...they were full of power.

Among vast rocks of black.
The only living thing
Is a sea of churning flowers.

I am of many minds,
Like a spirit
In which I rest my soul.

A mind dances among stars.
It is the greatest power which I can behold.

Body and spirit
Are one.
A soldier and a savior and forever
Are one.

The black sea of churning water below me frothed and spun. I waited to see if it would pick up the harmony spoken in my mind, voiced to the world. It did. Powerful waves rocked the coastline and each verse brought on a new onslaught of its force. The mass of water changed its curse with each verse and I felt the connection simmering between us. Oh, the power of words. My mind voiced the poem to the world, and I was waiting, also, to see if Smile would choose to hear it. I wanted her to see what could be done, what was possible. And there was so much to be done.

The final verse caused two great, thundering waves. They ricocheted in tune against the clif sides.

And after it was over, for just a brief moment. I closed my eyes.

For a brief moment, the ocean was still.

words: 1310
muse: Apparently very good.
notes: No, it was my fault I haven't posted 'till now. I'd love to keep it going.

OOC: The poem is partly derived from Wallace Stevens' 'Thirteen Ways Of Looking At A Blackbird'

[.๑whovian๑.]

Smile

You make me smile like the sun
fall outta bed
sing like a bird
dizzy in the head
spin like a record
crazy on a Sunday night

It seemed as though the wind and earth responded to the mare's beautiful voice. She listened as the words shimmered in the air, as the earth met her voice and responded. The waves rolling in powerfully and smashing forcefully against the cliff. Smile stood very near, and she felt the cliff shudder with the power. The rocks beneath her feet began to crumble. She took two steady steps back and watched the rock fall to the ocean below. She looked at it, unconcerned. Then, she looked back up again at the black clouds swirling and flowing towards them. She stood alert, her ears pricked, watching it come. There was a flash.

Then, she heard Aiua speak in her mind again, and she listened. She was an intelligent soul, and had a good heart. Smile turned and looked at her and smiled. "You have a lovely singing voice," she said softly. Then she looked directly at Aiua. Of course, a circle. There are many things in this world that move in that familiar pattern, things rise and fall, and rise again, and many do not understand that they are part of the circle too.

You make me dance like a fool
forget how to breath
shine like god
buzz like a bee

Without another word or thought, she turned away from the cliff. There was another flash, and a moment later a familiar crash of thunder. She did not wish to be struck by lightning this day, but when she was old, that was the way she wanted to die. She wanted to die on a cliff, in the middle of a powerful storm, feeling it's wonder until the very same electric bolts shot through her skin and took her to the world beyond this one. Yes, that would be suitable. She picked up a swift canter, not panicky, but smooth and swift, and she made for the lower ground and the trees, where she would be safer. Well, at least her body would be safer.

"Come!" she called softly.

Just the thought of you can drive me wild,
oh you make me smile.

[Velnias]

Aiua

But my body moves straight along the planking

If I had powers, it was this in a way. I spoke to people and to things. Smile understood me...it made me want to smile myself. Truly smile. She wasn't hurt or torn by my voice. My true voice. She listened to it; because in my world, there was the greatest difference between hearing and listening.

I listened to the tumbling convulsion of my thoughts and felt like I was one with the earth's power. It always seemed to feel that way...but now was one of the moments that I let the feeling wash over me. I was the strong sea, the wise cliffs, the decayed rock, the defiant wind, the foreboding sky. I was one with my aiua, my spirit, the earth. Ender, my other self. I'd grown from him in more ways than he could ever know. Because now, I couldn't...what was the word? Die, almost. It was an odd thought, but I recognized it all the more, kept in hidden in the back of my mind every day, every minute, every moment. My body could wither and crumble but there would be something of me left. I might lose this body soon enough anyhow; that wish of my new friend's may just come true. But it was a terrible thought. I felt a crushing sense of agony, wishing anything but that upon her.

She didn't deserve it. She doesn't deserve it, Ender.

I followed Smile as she made her way to the trees, but rather felt like I was pulling with me a terrible weight. My hooves seemed to sink in the rock and my legs were like lead, as easy as the short run was to the trees. "You know that these trees aren't much safer?" I asked. But I sensed something in Smile's movements. It was not unlike that thought that I'd just let pass through my head. And, giving her a small, sideways glance that I didn't mind if she noticed or not, I stored away the memory in my head. My fading words to her, as the wind picked them up and carried them off. It would be her test, to see if she understood them.

Some circles don't always have to die, Smile.

With that, I touched the mare's shoulder and nodded in the other direction, as if to say, Follow me. I disappeared in the trees momentarily but they soon became thinner; I stopped to see if she was following. I nickered to her, leading the way. There was a place nearby I knew about, but only I knew of it. As the storm beat down on the trees behind us, causing a raucous commotion, I flicked my ears around and loped on calmly. I cantered ahead and emerged into what should've been daylight, if not for the storm and the eternal gray of the Cliff skies. There were stone steppes, slabs that dropped away from one another gradually and in the distance, they touched ground. It looked a little like the slabs of the cliff faces had been turned sideways on a slope.

I skipped down them, dropping feet or inches with each uneven step. The jarring drop along with the brittle shavings being peeled of with each rattle of booming thunder made the descent treacherous and awkward. Nonetheless, I reached the place I had been going. The mane yanked at my mane's tendrils and threatened to pull me from solid ground. Come, follow close behind! I spoke out to Smile, hoping my thoughts would be received by her in the wind. She must stay close, or she would lose me and lose herself. It was nearly impossible to ascend this rock face without proper knowledge of the terrain. And then, I looked back at her with my storm gray coat and stormy eyes. Just before I dropped out of her sight.

I dropped down onto a ledge feet below the last level I'd been on. But the rocks slanted here. They formed an overhang. Not a cave, but shelter from the wind and sometimes rain. I breathed a sigh of deep relief to see it, although my natural senses had already told me it remained here. I whinnied out to Smile, drawing her to follow my path. With luck she'd find me and before the worst of the storm passed over us. Because I knew this place would protect us; I had been here before, when Ender saved my life.

words: 790
muse: eh...decent.
notes: Hope you get what I mean in the last one or two paragraphs.