elio
some say I should learn to cry but I only learned how to fight
and I know everything must die but nothing fades like the light
elio stop being dramatic challenge
Beqanna
Assailant -- Year 226
"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
[open] calling to join them, the wretched and joyful
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09-25-2020, 11:40 AM
elio some say I should learn to cry but I only learned how to fight elio stop being dramatic challenge
Bzzt. The sound is soft and distant, but just enough to reach the young boy’s ears. He’s not sleeping like he should; he’s far too alert right now. Mamma always says sleep is important, and while he accepts this and knows this, it’s a wholly different thing to actually do it.
Bzzt bzzt. There’s that bug again. This time, Oren stretches his brown ears and much lighter roaned neck, trying to find the little creature. Bzzzzt. There! He rises from his place near Rosey (she always curls up super tight in her sleep, so he doubts that she notices) to investigate. The cicada beetle is reddish brown, hiding against the sequoia. When the young colt rises though, it flicks away. Bzzzzt. It almost sounds angry! Oren deflates, barely keeping himself from snorting - ah! but There it is! - and trying not to spook it, he sneaks after the bug. The bugs leads to a butterfly, the butterfly to a squirrel, the squirrel to a hare and the hare to a bird, and the bird to a stallion. Oh, but he has feathers too! Just like the bird! ”Hello!” he calls out enthusiastically (Oren knows nothing of fate and death, knows nothing about the fires that killed this man’s parents - a man he might have called brother if he ever learned about their shared relations with their siblings). The bay roan flashes a happy grin towards the horse in the distance. His ears are perked and for this briefest moment, he has nothing to offer but his own childlike happiness. ”What are you doing? I’m Oren! Do you know the name of that bird? How old are you? My brothers are super old, you know? Mama says the trees are older though. Can you imagine?!” Just how cool is the world, is life! Just how awesome is it to experience it all! @[elio] uhm, I’m sorry :/
It is true, of course - Oren should definitely not be out and about on his own. But he had been preoccupied with the beetle, the butterfly, the hare and the bird, none of whom had wanted to talk go him. This man, though as unkempt as he may look (Oren honestly hadn’t noticed that, since it’s only his mother who grooms him, and he often ends up tangled up within an hour or so), is far more interesting in that way. He actually talks back! And answers questions! It’s Oren’s lucky day!
It is, indeed, a good thing he ran into a kind stranger, though not for the way Oren thinks (kind people answer questions!) but rather it is true what Elio thinks. Nevertheless, the conversation continues and the wide-eyed colt gasps with the answers. ”How can you walk and do nothing at the same time?” Wasn’t walking a thing? A deep thinking crease is momentarily visible (he would laugh and say he looked like Momma) but then his gasp coincides with a shocked look on his face. ”You’re six!?!” That must be even more ancient than Yan! It is when Elio asks a question of his own, that Oren’s shock is turned from a weird-surprised into a fear-one. ”I’m... three?” he frowns his face. Three months that is, not three years. But with his life being so short he has no references. He looks down at his hoofs though, past the golden shimmer. ”I forgot to tell momma.” He shuffles his feet a little nervously, then looks up at the man. ”Please don’t tell her. She’ll be so super worried.” Sensitive as he is to another’s feelings, he had picked that up quickly. She always calls him back when he goes too far away, even if he can see her, it is not always the other way around. @[elio]
10-13-2020, 02:10 AM
elio some say I should learn to cry but I only learned how to fight @[Oren]
10-24-2020, 01:04 PM
Oren waits with curious wide eyes as Elio muses over his question, and he expects the man (older than Yan and Nash! Wow! He must know everything!) to come up with an answer, or maybe teach Oren how to do nothing and something at once, or maybe he didn’t mean to say nothing nothing, but he means a different kind of nothing -
The brown and gold colt is already distracted again, thinking he likes this mister, even is he is actually quite old and looks a bit sad. But Oren knows it is rude to ask sad people why they are sad - maybe he lost someone, and the colt does not want to make him sadder than he already is. In fact, when Elio laughs a little, Oren gives him a childlike-reassuring chuckle as well, well, a giggle really. He’s already far too relieved that the buckskin male agrees that Momma shouldn’t know how far he had gone on his own, and so he nods eagerly when the man tells him about trees the size of yourself. ”Yes, those! Momma says they may be as old as Beqanna itself, but we don’t really know how old that is, so...” then he jumps and bucks a little from excitement. ”I bet they’re older than you!” So now he has found the oldest person that he knows, and still the trees were super old when Elio was small. Oren’s gonna have to find someone even older than him, then, to ask if they were as old as Beqanna. Elio wants to see the trees again, so Oren nods excitedly, his head looking a bit like it’s a rather loose attachment to his neck, bouncing so hard. [b]”We can go see the trees! Maybe the bug is still there, too?” He forgets that Elio knows nothing about the strange bug that Oren had started to chase that morning, but his mind is already (or again) reeling with the hundreds of possibilities, and he doesn’t even notice if the winged make would look a little confused. @[elio] |
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