by Scarlip » Sat Dec 14, 2024 3:11 pm
Username: Scarlip
His favourite flower: Sunflower
Why is it his favourite?
As a young foal, Icarus— as I would call him— was initially drawn to sunflowers because their vibrant heads matched his own quipping, with their dark centers framed by golden petals. A sloping hillside next to a field of wild sunflowers quickly became his favorite spot, where he would play and explore for hours.
When the colt learned that sunflowers are heliotropic, he was utterly intrigued. Heliotropic flowers move with the sun, orienting their heads toward the light and following its path throughout the day. That a flower could perceive its surroundings and react to them contradicted the idea that plants are inanimate things. Instead, they seemed to possess a life of their own.
A highly inquisitive soul, Icarus always felt a sense of wonder about the world around him—and what lay beyond: the sky, the moon, the stars, the sun so radiant it was blinding. As a foal, Icarus proclaimed that he would one day fly to the sun to meet it, much to the bemusement of his herd mates. The equid clung to this idea undeterred, even dreaming at night that he had grown wings and was soaring around the sun.
One day—by now, Icarus had grown into a young stallion—he napped atop his favorite hill. When he woke up, the daylight seemed unusually dim for such a cloudless noon. Gazing upward, Icarus beheld a black sun surrounded by a crown of golden rays. The equid was instantly on his feet, captivated by this sight like a moth drawn to a flame. Before he could form a coherent thought, he found himself running, eyes fixed on the eclipsed sun. When the slope steepened too much to sustain running at this high a speed, the stallion gathered all his courage and leaped. Yes, Icarus jumped. And he flew.
When he awoke, Icarus found himself tangled up in sunflowers at the bottom of the hillside. The sun, having returned to its radiant self in the meantime, cast its warm rays upon his coat. As the equid stumbled to his feet, he didn’t remember the crash, only the liberating sensation of soaring. Looking around now, his perception of sunflowers was forever changed: he noticed how the flower heads mirrored the sun he had seen—dark centers framed by golden petals.
The stallion emerged from the field, tattered but happy, with a stray sunflower blossom entwined in his mane. From that day on, Icarus treasured sunflowers even more. They would forever remind him of this unique adventure—the day he leaped for the sun above and was caught by hundreds of suns below.
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