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hold me in this wild, wild world; any - Brennen - 11-13-2017
hold me in this wild, wild world
'cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be
'cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be
He has never loved a place for itself, at least not at first. He had loved the Tundra because it was something he had shared with his father, no matter how strained and strange that relationship had been at times. He had loved the Falls because he loved her people, or at least one particular line of them. He had liked the Deserts because Morphine had loved them, and the Amazons because he admired its residents. But a lack of attachment had left him adrift in the new world, without his familiar Kingdoms. He'd tried in Nerine, honestly he had, but it had lacked, well, everything.
But there is something about this chain of islands that he can feel himself growing fond of already. It is remote like his Tundra, green like the Falls, hot like the Deserts, and altogether too much like the Jungle for true peace of mind. Many days he can be found out in the open, on the sandy beaches where open space gives him room to spread his wings and feel the brush of air through his feathers. Today he has retreated into the trees, familiarizing himself with the rest of the place he now calls home. A faint, familiar sound drew him deeper and deeper into the greenery and now he stands gazing into the dazzling blue hues of a powerful waterfall. He'd followed a stream to the edge of the cliff where the water fell, and then half-jumped, half-drifted to the bottom where water pooled before turning into a fast-paced stream once more.
The land feels more and more familiar - but he supposes at some point he'll need to meet the people as well.
But there is something about this chain of islands that he can feel himself growing fond of already. It is remote like his Tundra, green like the Falls, hot like the Deserts, and altogether too much like the Jungle for true peace of mind. Many days he can be found out in the open, on the sandy beaches where open space gives him room to spread his wings and feel the brush of air through his feathers. Today he has retreated into the trees, familiarizing himself with the rest of the place he now calls home. A faint, familiar sound drew him deeper and deeper into the greenery and now he stands gazing into the dazzling blue hues of a powerful waterfall. He'd followed a stream to the edge of the cliff where the water fell, and then half-jumped, half-drifted to the bottom where water pooled before turning into a fast-paced stream once more.
The land feels more and more familiar - but he supposes at some point he'll need to meet the people as well.
hold me in this wild, wild world
and in your heat I feel how cold it can get
and in your heat I feel how cold it can get
BRENNEN
RE: hold me in this wild, wild world; any - Circinae - 11-14-2017
-Oh my love, don't forsake me; Take what the water gave me-
Circinae
@[Kylin]
RE: hold me in this wild, wild world; any - Brennen - 11-15-2017
hold me in this wild, wild world
'cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be
'cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be
The chattering of the incessantly noisy parrots goes very briefly silent, heralding her approach, but it is only momentary before they start up again, just barely audible over the noise of the waterfall itself. The noise of the waterfall masks the sound of her approach, but it is this brief pause in the calls of their resident aviary that tells the bay stallion that someone is coming, but that it is someone they are familiar with. They are curious creatures, the parrots, but they do tend to stay quite quiet at the imminent approach of strangers. He tears his amber gaze away from the water when the sound of her footsteps are no longer masked, and is inexplicably pleased to see their Queen coming up, flashing her his quiet half-smile as he waits for her to come to him.
The first word is pitched loudly to carry over the din of water and winged creatures but she is close enough to lower her voice when she continues, the tone able to be light when she does not have to shout to be heard. "It reminds me of another time," he admits, letting himself step slightly closer so that he does not have to raise his voice at all. "Another waterfall." There is untold sorrow behind the solemn words, a hint of his age in his honey-brown eyes that isn't betrayed in the lines of his body which will never age. "A girl who loved that waterfall," he adds with a very short chuckle, because thinking of Neraza always makes him smile. He doesn't have to add, a girl who I loved because that is obvious from the way he speaks of her, to anyone who has known love. "I find myself falling in love with Ischia, in a way I have not loved a Kingdom since my world came crashing down and my Tundra vanished." he is honest with her, because he would want her to be honest with him. "It is nice, though, to have small reminders of what was in what is now." He looks again at the waterfall, and he can see the girl and her descendants dancing about its base - but they are only ghosts.
"What do you miss the most, about the old world?" he asks the serious question after a pause, turning to lock his gaze on Circinae because he is honestly curious about her answer. He finds more and more nowadays that most of his companions were foals, if not unborn, before Beqanna changed, and sometimes it is nice to take a moment with someone who knew the world before, even amidst trying to build a life in the here and now.
The first word is pitched loudly to carry over the din of water and winged creatures but she is close enough to lower her voice when she continues, the tone able to be light when she does not have to shout to be heard. "It reminds me of another time," he admits, letting himself step slightly closer so that he does not have to raise his voice at all. "Another waterfall." There is untold sorrow behind the solemn words, a hint of his age in his honey-brown eyes that isn't betrayed in the lines of his body which will never age. "A girl who loved that waterfall," he adds with a very short chuckle, because thinking of Neraza always makes him smile. He doesn't have to add, a girl who I loved because that is obvious from the way he speaks of her, to anyone who has known love. "I find myself falling in love with Ischia, in a way I have not loved a Kingdom since my world came crashing down and my Tundra vanished." he is honest with her, because he would want her to be honest with him. "It is nice, though, to have small reminders of what was in what is now." He looks again at the waterfall, and he can see the girl and her descendants dancing about its base - but they are only ghosts.
"What do you miss the most, about the old world?" he asks the serious question after a pause, turning to lock his gaze on Circinae because he is honestly curious about her answer. He finds more and more nowadays that most of his companions were foals, if not unborn, before Beqanna changed, and sometimes it is nice to take a moment with someone who knew the world before, even amidst trying to build a life in the here and now.
hold me in this wild, wild world
and in your heat I feel how cold it can get
and in your heat I feel how cold it can get
BRENNEN
RE: hold me in this wild, wild world; any - Circinae - 11-16-2017
-Oh my love, don't forsake me; Take what the water gave me-
Circinae
@[Brennen] LMAO I just now saw that I tagged Kylin in my previous reply. That's what I get for copy/pasting and not double-checking.
RE: hold me in this wild, wild world; any - Brennen - 11-19-2017
hold me in this wild, wild world
'cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be
'cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be
He has no expectations of her reply, well aware that she may miss the most one of the Kingdoms he is least familiar with, so he is relaxed and curious and ready when she begins to speak: and still, he is caught by a jolt of surprise and ever-so-brief sorrow when the Kingdom she speaks of is the Deserts, because as she is describing what she remembers most clearly about the Deserts, Brennen can feel himself back there, remember the sun on his wings as he flirted with Morphine, and the endless stars above them when they lay quietly at night.
Another woman he loved, another Kingdom he loved because of its Queen, and another loss. Still, he mourned Morphine for many years and then he celebrated the time they had together instead. He loved her, but he does not miss her the way he misses Neraza; perhaps because they had less baggage between them. Just a brief, brilliant love affair and two bright daughters. “It was cold at night, under the stars,” he breathes the words, eyes flickering closed before he opens them again, focusing on Circinae and her question.
What does he miss the most? Oh, that ‘most’ makes such a distinction, and he takes a moment, considering, and thinking of the last place. His place. He loved a mare in the Falls, and he loved a mare in the Deserts; he misses both places and he dreams about them, and about the women he loved and their children, as well as the other women he didn’t love but who graced him with children. But most? He loved his Tundra the most. “I miss the Waterfall. It was always a place of peace, a welcoming place. And I also miss the Deserts, and the feel of sand under my hooves.” He shifts, wishing this sand were just a little hotter.
“But I miss my Tundra the most. My Brotherhood, even when I didn’t always get along with them. It was so big, and everything was wide open and it was cold, but there was so much sky. Perfect for flying.” His wings are half-open, an unconscious motion, but he folds them again and gently changes the subject, easing them into the present. “What do you envision for Ischia, Circinae? Surely you have a dream for it, besides just handing it over to someone else when the time is right.”
Another woman he loved, another Kingdom he loved because of its Queen, and another loss. Still, he mourned Morphine for many years and then he celebrated the time they had together instead. He loved her, but he does not miss her the way he misses Neraza; perhaps because they had less baggage between them. Just a brief, brilliant love affair and two bright daughters. “It was cold at night, under the stars,” he breathes the words, eyes flickering closed before he opens them again, focusing on Circinae and her question.
What does he miss the most? Oh, that ‘most’ makes such a distinction, and he takes a moment, considering, and thinking of the last place. His place. He loved a mare in the Falls, and he loved a mare in the Deserts; he misses both places and he dreams about them, and about the women he loved and their children, as well as the other women he didn’t love but who graced him with children. But most? He loved his Tundra the most. “I miss the Waterfall. It was always a place of peace, a welcoming place. And I also miss the Deserts, and the feel of sand under my hooves.” He shifts, wishing this sand were just a little hotter.
“But I miss my Tundra the most. My Brotherhood, even when I didn’t always get along with them. It was so big, and everything was wide open and it was cold, but there was so much sky. Perfect for flying.” His wings are half-open, an unconscious motion, but he folds them again and gently changes the subject, easing them into the present. “What do you envision for Ischia, Circinae? Surely you have a dream for it, besides just handing it over to someone else when the time is right.”
hold me in this wild, wild world
and in your heat I feel how cold it can get
and in your heat I feel how cold it can get
BRENNEN
RE: hold me in this wild, wild world; any - Circinae - 11-22-2017
-Oh my love, don't forsake me; Take what the water gave me-
Circinae