stifled the choice and the air in my lungs;
better not to breathe than to breathe a lie
Their parents have strong genes, it seems. Even as a young mare approaches with a frown decorating her face, Tiercel can identify the fact that they are family. In the shadows of the growing twilight, the three siblings are each a varying color of the sun. Unique markings cut across their shoulders, legs, and backs like a family crest flying on a flag. It appears to be undeniable that the three are closely related. And yet the pair demand for evidence of their shared blood, as though he were able to produce a blood test revealing his parentage from thin air.
Tiercel is impressed — surprised, even — by their suspicion. He wonders if Wolfbane and Lepis had taught them to be cautious of strangers in a way that he, Eyas, and Gale hadn’t been. Would that extra lesson have saved Gale? Or was their hesitation a product of harder times on their family? Living in Loess had provided Tiercel with security that he had taken for granted. Were Taiga’s borders less respected among Beqannians?
Cerulean eyes hopping from one face to the next, Tiercel allows quiet to permeate the forest in the wake of their demands. Their family has a few signatures of their heritage, the distinctness of their markings being one of them. Their supernatural capabilities are another — the way their mother can use emotions like paint, the way their father can disappear and reappear, the feather-and-flight of both their parents — and he wonders if this will be enough.
“Our mother is known for her ability to use emotions.” He doesn’t have to expand more upon that… If they are truly his siblings, Tiercel knows they will have felt the tenderness of their mother’s peace in the midst of a nightmare or the unnatural fear when they do something reckless or the longing when it is time to come home. “I’ve inherited her gift, same as you.” Tiercel nods toward the younger of the pair, indicating the fact that he had felt the colt’s unbridled frustration.
The swollen love of their mother floods all three of them in a sudden rosy glow… He’d spent many years practicing, replicating Lepis’s adoration so that he could reproduce it in those days she flew with Gale and Eyas while he sulked on the ground. He’s developed his skill so delicately that the love that bundles around them feels almost exactly like Lepis. With the ease of Bob Ross painting happy little trees, Tiercel blends the love with the longing. If Lepis has mothered them as she had mothered her triplets, the emotion will bring the memory of playing dragons or kings or fairies and the desire to run home and snuggle among the feathered nest.
The golden stallion lets the longing fade away so their natural emotions might take over (though he wonders if they would understand the sharp, constant, aching, heart-wrenching pain of losing a brother — would it break them?). “Do you believe me now?” he says in a tenor tune, his gaze skipping between them as dusk begins to darken the redwood forest.
Tiercel is impressed — surprised, even — by their suspicion. He wonders if Wolfbane and Lepis had taught them to be cautious of strangers in a way that he, Eyas, and Gale hadn’t been. Would that extra lesson have saved Gale? Or was their hesitation a product of harder times on their family? Living in Loess had provided Tiercel with security that he had taken for granted. Were Taiga’s borders less respected among Beqannians?
Cerulean eyes hopping from one face to the next, Tiercel allows quiet to permeate the forest in the wake of their demands. Their family has a few signatures of their heritage, the distinctness of their markings being one of them. Their supernatural capabilities are another — the way their mother can use emotions like paint, the way their father can disappear and reappear, the feather-and-flight of both their parents — and he wonders if this will be enough.
“Our mother is known for her ability to use emotions.” He doesn’t have to expand more upon that… If they are truly his siblings, Tiercel knows they will have felt the tenderness of their mother’s peace in the midst of a nightmare or the unnatural fear when they do something reckless or the longing when it is time to come home. “I’ve inherited her gift, same as you.” Tiercel nods toward the younger of the pair, indicating the fact that he had felt the colt’s unbridled frustration.
The swollen love of their mother floods all three of them in a sudden rosy glow… He’d spent many years practicing, replicating Lepis’s adoration so that he could reproduce it in those days she flew with Gale and Eyas while he sulked on the ground. He’s developed his skill so delicately that the love that bundles around them feels almost exactly like Lepis. With the ease of Bob Ross painting happy little trees, Tiercel blends the love with the longing. If Lepis has mothered them as she had mothered her triplets, the emotion will bring the memory of playing dragons or kings or fairies and the desire to run home and snuggle among the feathered nest.
The golden stallion lets the longing fade away so their natural emotions might take over (though he wonders if they would understand the sharp, constant, aching, heart-wrenching pain of losing a brother — would it break them?). “Do you believe me now?” he says in a tenor tune, his gaze skipping between them as dusk begins to darken the redwood forest.
tiercel.
@[elio] @[Celina]
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