Music of the dreamers

by tothemoon

Rating: everyone
Tags: Slice of Life
Length: 2663

A short dusty legend from the hot desert about old time. When life was another, before alikorn's magic. Then ponies tried to explain themselves lot of things.

Time to time the little filly goes to the walk with dad. He knows many stories from distant lands, and usually tellin daughter random tales of the world. But this time she want to hear about music in heart. And who knows, maybe tune of life from souls depth realy can help to fulfill dreams come true.

P.S. Beware! This is my first translate :derpytongue2:

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2015-03-22 08:09:06 UTC

Listen to the melody of your heart

"Listen to the melody of your heart"

And then I get? - Dreamy whispers lemon coloured filly, stretching on thin legs.

Her wide eyes sparkling delight reflected wonderfully jingle bells, concealed inside the bird figurines on top of reddish clay columns. This sounds like a wonderful jingle singing, he soars above the audience, taking into the blue skies clean any alarms.

Certainly! Music lives inside of you - in a firm voice, full of fatherly love respond a handsome stallion cocoa color. - Every sound, whether meadow grass rustling in unison, or taking care of the spring gurgling brook, even the crunch of snow in the cold - everything in the world has its own unique sound.

Stallion moves majestically along the white sand, smoothly stepping on a high dune, and weightless little one fun rides in his footsteps, imagining that everything one fluffy snow. Although she had never seen snow, but the stories of his father about the incredible "ice deserts" little one represented him the same sand, that's just rained down from the sky. That kind of weightless crumbs, white on the purity of which was called "snowflake" and were burning more than well water, gushing over the edge of the bucket, grabbed up from the bowels of a sultry afternoon.

Peach sun lying on the horizon, trying to roll down quietly for him to doze off and among the dunes of the milk. The rectangular bars of red clay, on top of which seemed to sit in the nest bird figurines lined up in a continuous colonnade along the way. Rough wind gusts blew warm lemon mare messing up her green mane, prickly and soft as young pine needles. Slight ringing of bells from a dozen plays upbeat song, flying among the desert, where no one would have heard …

You need only to listen ... - is heard confident voice of a stallion.

And the sounds of words prompt me for a song? - Heed the little filly.

Yes, Ocarina. Even if the terms of silence, listen to your heartbeat, and silence step back. Sometimes chaotic noise can overwhelm a whole, and it makes you feel terrible, even then listen carefully and attentively. Listen gentle notes of harmony and cacophony ... will find the order, turning with the help of your imagination in the composition.

Dad, the music, the truth can fulfill desires? - Suddenly asked timidly Ocarina, with downcast eyes and afraid to hear "no."

True, I will tell you the legend of the creation of music. Let's take a break from the road ...

Stallion spreads a carpet of gray wool on the hot sand. Now he sat on the edge and lays near him out of the bag sewn pillow stuffed with rags. At the pillow immediately swoop on little pony, crushing his tiny body and began embracing a pillow as a stuffed toy or a dear friend. Dreamy look of a happy little daughter cause her father a small smile, looking into her clear eyes, blue as the sky above their heads. Stallion says slowly:

Once upon a time, when the pony had no wings capable of carrying them to the hot sun and bathe in the midst of heaven so soft fluffy clouds. A magic horn existed only in fairy tales of wizards for foals. Then pony did not have cutiemarks. Precious lights in the firmament of changing themselves, the weather remained unpredictable, and only by the rules change every day, week, month, year after year. - Stallion raises woven bag from which a pair of brown beans are poured into the sand.

Lived a little filly coffee color and brown mane, devoid of smell. Growing up in the depths of the desert among traders of incense, she always saw around a sand and dust . Afternoon pony felt searing heat, dragged hefty bales from the market to the house, and at night the piercing cold, wandering with a caravan from town to town. For permanent work, her life faded as cloth in the sun. But whatever happened, she was always smiling. After all at this mare had an entertaining hobby - she closed her eyes and listened to the world, capturing the sounds. Hurried scratching legs of a scorpion on the moonlight sparkling sand. Stringy creaking wheels of heavy carts, upcoming lead to the next oasis. Deaf steps satellites, with drooping heads from fatigue. She tried to remember every sound is heard, and keep it unique. And every time the smile begins to melt on her muzzle, she continued to listen to the world around, adding noise quiet melody banishes sorrow. With time the motive becomes deeper and richer, it keeps the sorrows and joys of worries humble for others, but bright for her life. And one day …

The stallion is going to draw a line in the sand around the hoof coffee beans, weaving them into the patterns that resemble slender palm trees with spreading leaves, the ones that harmonous beauties grow only in the oases.

... she in a caravan arrived in the scarlet palace. The high walls of pink limestone covered the review, and it seemed unshakable firmament rested against the heavens themselves. Wooden gate silently opened, black as tar, decorated with gilded cast in the form of dozens of birds lurking in metal grove. In the shady courtyard garden, where a flexible palm rest elegant peacocks, hiding from the heat.

With every word of her father, in the imagination of dreamy new filly loom vivid images reflected lights up in stars in her eyes wide.

... A pair of dazzling mirror pond played sunlight on the water, swaying from velvet breeze. Subtle aromas of citrus invigorates and exhausted mind the dusty road, and coffee filly sucked sour-sweet smell of a full breast …

But you said she did not sense of smell? - Ocarina cried sharply, raising his left eyebrow and throw a suspicious look right in eyes mischievous father. As if choking, he laughed out loud, squinting and turning to the sun, from what kind smile itself appears on the face of his daughter.

Catch up on the word! - Through tears of joy answers stallion. Narrator’s front hoof throw up a handful of many colors jasper. Silver, yellow, red and green stones silently scattered across the carpet to the accompaniment of enticing words. - Like a colorful rainbow , seen after the gray rain, through the silence of the yard came a gentle sound, unlike anything before! Single note was enough, that would filly said: "This is my melody ...". Smooth as flying of wavy clouds in the blue sky, stringy as the best honey from the marketplace, elusive as the free wind from boundless open spaces deep feelings like that awakens the soul music. Spellbound filly went to sound like a dream ... but heavy hoof fell on her shoulder, returned to reality. "Do not forget what we came," - said the caravan, nodding toward the other ponies, unload heavy bales shudders settled dust from the road. She entrusted to carry caskets with the most valuable commodity - incense. And do not anyhow much as the others, who piled cargo under canopies, as if in a bazaar, and went straight to the palace. Carved wall of pink limestone talked about wandering through the world the sun. It rolled through the majestic dunes of the desert as on hummocks, crawls through the clouds above the spruce forests, like tiny spikes. Marched with fixed on the back of the casket of copper, gleaming lights of oil lamps like a gold star filly did not notice that went into the audience chamber, without a single soul. And easily, as if floating in the wind petal, melody touched her sensitive ears. Modest and simple sounds of nature, all that surrounded filly from the date of birth, surfaced in the minds of colored sparks, heat giving a throbbing heart. As if by magic, something so obvious and accessible for everyone, we need only to listen to the world around and let go of anxiety, she opened one, faced a wave of reverent admiration. "How beautiful!" Thought filly, melting of tunes, for which clung to the soul itself. Suddenly, her trembling legs gave way and moved down from the back of the casket fell to the stone floor. Malignant roar swept through the empty palace and hid in resounded after copper ringing. Yellow dust incense foggy carpet spread out on the floor, in the rays of daylight leaked  thin, like a crack windows, hidden high in the vault. Frightened filly froze, her eyes shut tight and hope that it's a dream. "Favor I ask in my quiet abode" echoed respectful tone, replaced the enchanting melody. Wild fright struck her, not allowing to do and move on. In settling dust of incense, with the left side, almost behind the mare appeared narrow figure in a purple robe. In the fall silent ringing copper lid on the casket, the mare did not hear anything except the drums heart in his chest and did not see anything except the floor luxury shade chamber in the dim light crackling oil lamps. The figure in the mantle behind her, shook her head slightly back, throwing the hood and revealed snow-white horn softly shining mystical light. Flash! Filly turned and was stunned, seeing the caravan counselor, who was staring in dumbfounded at her in fragrant powder. "What have you done ?!" - he began to grieve, clutching his head and fell down in front of a precious commodity. All work and hopes literally went the wind whistling and howling to penetrate the shadowy hall of the palace. Coffee filly knew that from that moment on, her life will change for the worse, just because one awkward step. Suddenly the clear day, no signs of trouble, rapidly get darker. And before not knowing overweight clouds skies clouded blue-black storm, sparkling sinister lightning. "You have shown disrespect to take you to the owner, bringing mayhem to my quiet abode!" - A mighty voice boomed from everywhere, plunged guest palace in awe. "A thousand apologies, O merciful Lord," - start prayed caravan, spread out in a bow like many carpets adorned the floor and walls. Coffee filly still was in a daze, not from fear, but from glee. Fabulous master's voice poured out of the palace as a life-giving creek with steep mountains; violent and icy stream, clean and flexible. He sounded like unfinished first of aria, melody which languished in her soul. "Show up reverence!" - Caravan growled and pulled down the mare's tail, forcing a low bow, and then he turned to the Master of ingratiating Palace: "As a sign of of my sincere regret, O merciful lord of this wondrous palace, I am very pleased to give you the gift of any one their goods!". At that moment when the glare of the lightning was silence, for what would thunder inconsiderately ripped fleeting silence. "Culprits of commotion I'll take. Let a lost goods will replace she! "The Place owner wanted. "You are merciful, as wise! So be it! "- Without delay by hesitation, agreed caravan, after adding:" But sir, I must warn you; she does not feel the smells, to the same closed and negligent! And in the service hardly will fit your mercy! " The answer was not long in coming: "You are honest, though, and fainthearted; for the benefit your daughter are you willing to give up? "- judgmental and with frank interest came a voice among the walls. "I was the father of her only in words but not in deeds, O wise lord. In the basket foal, tossed it to me on the doorstep. Since then, grow their assistant. After all, I merchant and craft married, therefore is not burdened with family". Storm died down as the created thunder and lightning magic, the sky was clear again. "I do not judge you intend; for such cases, each of us has a soul is adhesed conscience. Let them, sometimes it sleeps. Go, merchant accomplished deal between us now finalized the case. "And the caravan left the palace, not even glancing at left them alone in the empty palace mare, which he had once sheltered.

Caravan disappeared into the desert, taking with him fillies former life. Walkers in countless corridors light draft, depressing, hidden behind every corner of the rich palace. Cold luxury frozen in the form of hundreds of carpets and paintings. Gold and silver ware, placed on an elegant table full of ripe fruit, like for invisible guests. Tiny tongues hundreds of candles swayed in inconspicuous niches closed brass gratings, and meek covered the palace peace. Wherever there was coffee filly, corridors invariably led her under the majestic dome in the center of the palace, wide as the horizon, this is where fate had changed the life of one careless step.

Days passed and nights in absolute solitude and silence. Patient despair beginning to creep into the heart of the palace captive, forcing fade hope. Since the departure of the caravan, filly did not hear anything but their echoes that teased her volatile repetitions sounded like mockery invisible scoffers. Soon she felt like one of those birds sold by at bazaars in a gilded cage for huge pile of specie. But if you know how great captive birds sing or striking in its beauty, the coffee filly was dingy and quiet.

And withered cut flower, put in a vase, so faded and torn away from the soul of the world that caged. Once raising sad muzzle to the light that falls from the top of the dome directly to her, enveloping the full sorrow eyes, she began to sing softly. Thin and delicate, charming melody flowed from overflowing sorrow soul out, pouring through the countless corridors, filling the empty rooms of life. Music all her life, tormented inside coffee filly suddenly rang, playing straight from the trembling heart. Captive forgotten everything; yearning of cooped up, burden of loneliness, bitterness and despair. Adversity suddenly ceased to have any meaning, and left her, giving fabulous Chant, who submitted a whole new world. The one amazing world that is constantly nurtured in her soul. Listening and memorizing the surrounding sounds colorful reality. Reality, available to everyone, but is only open to her. And she heard the voice of the Master of the Palace of charming, heartfelt songs picked up the coffee fillies.

The narrator pauses and scoops up a handful of hoof glassy sand from its pour a thin stream a couple of coffee beans surrounded by palm trees and inscribed Palace.

And then? - Impatiently shouts lemon filly, leaning forward and drilling assertive look; she all kind requires continued.

This legend has no end. It will live as long as the music live. ... Time falls away, Ocarina. - Her father looks into the distance endless sands. It seems he can see every grain of sand modest, reflected in the appearance of unified majestic desert yellow eyes stallion. - Mom probably been waiting for us …

But I want to know what happened next! - Offended pulls daughter, but obediently lifted from the carpet, releasing her pillow from cuddle.

All in their turn ... - Insinuatingly he says, turning to little one, and take a wide angle to put the carpet - Patience, Ocarina.

Lemon filly nods in agreement, knowing that her father wishes her nothing but good. And really, is not good to force mom to worry about being late for a walk due to an unexpected history. And to make it in time, she quickly gathered scattered on the carpet jasper, playfully tumbleweed stone for stone in woven bag. Then joined his father helped to lay down carpet and pack travel bags. Finally, the two of them went home.