10-28-2018, 01:21 AM
The shadows do not simply blend with him as they do to her; they swallow him whole, like a wave of black sucking him under. It startles her, and she is once again left wondering if her life was but a never ending dream. The longer she lived in Beqanna, the less certain she was of her reality. Instead of the land beginning to make more sense, it lead her down a further path of confusion.
The black mare takes an uncertain step backward, not entirely sure if the stallion had disappeared on purpose, or if whatever had smothered him would be after her next. But then there is his golden eyes, glowing and amber against the endless night, and she blinks in effort to clear her vision — trying to discern his body from the darkness that engulfs him, but to no avail.
He doesn’t ask her what she had been running from, and that is a first. It’s only then she realizes how many of her chance encounters have been a result of her running away from her nightmares, and even though she doesn’t show it, the idea is humiliating to her. Briseis was a quiet woman, reserved and mild. When given the choice she rarely sought out company, but her nightmares seemed intent on constantly putting her in the path the strangers. This time was different; maybe even worse, since she is sure the wizard-hat wearing ladybugs were a result of a psychotic breakdown. She would never be able to explain that to anyone and come out looking reasonably sane.
He still doesn’t seem keen on the idea of her, and this causes her to feel self-conscious and uneasy, though she does her best to not show it. ”I’m Briseis,” Her voice is not as soft and lyrical as most girls; it is lower in pitch, and quiet against the hush of night. She tilts her head, regarding him carefully, before she lets her curiosity get the better of her and she asks, ”Are you a shadow?” It’s only here, in this land of magic and darkness, that that question was perfectly valid.
@[Ether]
The black mare takes an uncertain step backward, not entirely sure if the stallion had disappeared on purpose, or if whatever had smothered him would be after her next. But then there is his golden eyes, glowing and amber against the endless night, and she blinks in effort to clear her vision — trying to discern his body from the darkness that engulfs him, but to no avail.
He doesn’t ask her what she had been running from, and that is a first. It’s only then she realizes how many of her chance encounters have been a result of her running away from her nightmares, and even though she doesn’t show it, the idea is humiliating to her. Briseis was a quiet woman, reserved and mild. When given the choice she rarely sought out company, but her nightmares seemed intent on constantly putting her in the path the strangers. This time was different; maybe even worse, since she is sure the wizard-hat wearing ladybugs were a result of a psychotic breakdown. She would never be able to explain that to anyone and come out looking reasonably sane.
He still doesn’t seem keen on the idea of her, and this causes her to feel self-conscious and uneasy, though she does her best to not show it. ”I’m Briseis,” Her voice is not as soft and lyrical as most girls; it is lower in pitch, and quiet against the hush of night. She tilts her head, regarding him carefully, before she lets her curiosity get the better of her and she asks, ”Are you a shadow?” It’s only here, in this land of magic and darkness, that that question was perfectly valid.
briseis.
you’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece
you’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece
@[Ether]