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if they’re still out there then the chasm grows - nikolaus - 07-06-2019 how do I learn my dreams to mold, to lay them bare in the morning cold? nikolaus if they’re still out there then the chasm grows feel free to reply if you want but this is mostly just for my own plotting purposes. <3 RE: if they’re still out there then the chasm grows - Aodhan - 07-09-2019 Aodhán ice and fire All that is gold does not glitter; not all who wander are lost
One would assume that living on a permanently wintery island would be unbearable when the season was actually here. But to Aodhán… well, the truth is, he doesn’t really notice the differences right now. Icicle Isle has been his home for about half his life, which admittedly might not have been the longest life ever yet. Still, he can’t help but feel like he should look out for his family just a bit more - with his parents gone, one being some sort of runaway and one desperately trying to retrieve what was lost, as far as he was concerned - with them gone, there was only the new leader of the Isle to look out for Ilan. Eurwen had not visited, Oisín had been mostly absent when even he himself was younger, and the spotted stallion can’t quite say that he had been around much with the little one, either. But even when the gold-spotted seal turns into a white swan, the last droplets falling off feathers instead of oily skin, he doesn’t quite know who still lives here and who doesn’t. Honestly, he won’t mind who comes to greet him. He could spare these islanders a few days, instead of just the one. Jesper might want to know about his lingering feelings of home, his little brother - and whoever is out here, still. But as quickly as the swan takes to the sky, helands once more; golden feet approaching the form of a boy in the snow, stopping just near where he assumes the head should be. Coloured like a killer whale (something he has experienced just recently), but horse shaped and marked blue somewhat similar to himself (if he were in equine form). Flapping his wings a few times, Aodhán redirects the snowdrifts, curious green eyes staring from his long neck and feathered head at the other creature. Surely this isn’t everyday life on the Isle nowadays? I was gonna make an open thread but then there was a @[laura] post |