11-02-2019, 02:33 PM
and underneath the layers, I find myself asking what's left
a hollowed out form, the skeleton of a ghost, the pitiful echo of what once was
a hollowed out form, the skeleton of a ghost, the pitiful echo of what once was
Of course, he joins them.
It’s habit to patrol the borders, to observe the seasonal changes along the forest walls and to smell the breeze when new scents swirl within.
Oceane’s, he recognizes immediately, and it isn’t long after he has returned that it reaches him on a winter gale. A chill races down his spine, but whether it is from excitement or the cold, Castile isn’t entirely sure. It’s incentive, nonetheless, to meet her soon after her arrival, but of course he isn’t alone.
Isobell is there, and a broad smile stretches across his lips, but it suddenly wavers when his eyes sweep toward Leilan. Suspicion crawls across him and shadows his reeling thoughts as he joins the small group, his mismatched eyes hesitating on the stallion. ”For someone that doesn’t live in Loess, you’re here a lot, Leilan,” the comment is not entirely unkind, his tone flattened by his lingering uncertainty. He is in and out, much like a snake. He creates tension, but Castile hasn’t quite determined whether or not it is purposeful.
With deliberate steps, Castile takes his place at Isobell’s side, brushing his lean shoulder against hers. It’s a quiet, adoring gesture. His attention, however, lifts to Oceane as the smile returns. ”I’m glad you decided to come,” a lightness returns to him, relieved to see yet another new face among their numbers. Isobell has already welcomed her to Loess, and so that echoing statement dies on the tip of his tongue. ”I see you’ve met my sister and our fellow harasser,” a mild chuckle manages to slip from him as a glance finds Leilan before returning to Oceane. ”I hope you travel was smooth,” he adds, the tone honeyed and amiable.
It’s habit to patrol the borders, to observe the seasonal changes along the forest walls and to smell the breeze when new scents swirl within.
Oceane’s, he recognizes immediately, and it isn’t long after he has returned that it reaches him on a winter gale. A chill races down his spine, but whether it is from excitement or the cold, Castile isn’t entirely sure. It’s incentive, nonetheless, to meet her soon after her arrival, but of course he isn’t alone.
Isobell is there, and a broad smile stretches across his lips, but it suddenly wavers when his eyes sweep toward Leilan. Suspicion crawls across him and shadows his reeling thoughts as he joins the small group, his mismatched eyes hesitating on the stallion. ”For someone that doesn’t live in Loess, you’re here a lot, Leilan,” the comment is not entirely unkind, his tone flattened by his lingering uncertainty. He is in and out, much like a snake. He creates tension, but Castile hasn’t quite determined whether or not it is purposeful.
With deliberate steps, Castile takes his place at Isobell’s side, brushing his lean shoulder against hers. It’s a quiet, adoring gesture. His attention, however, lifts to Oceane as the smile returns. ”I’m glad you decided to come,” a lightness returns to him, relieved to see yet another new face among their numbers. Isobell has already welcomed her to Loess, and so that echoing statement dies on the tip of his tongue. ”I see you’ve met my sister and our fellow harasser,” a mild chuckle manages to slip from him as a glance finds Leilan before returning to Oceane. ”I hope you travel was smooth,” he adds, the tone honeyed and amiable.
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