03-07-2022, 11:44 PM
all of time and space, everywhere and anywhere, every star that ever was
When she had originally come back to the Isle, frostbitten and skeletal, she had made it a point to avoid the others. If they were even still here, she didn’t really know. They hadn’t looked for her so she doesn’t look for them. Instead she had allowed that black cloud to storm in her war-torn chest, to fester and grow into an even bigger sickness. Yet Kestrell had managed, in the short exchange of terse words and irritation, to somehow get truly under her skin. His nonchalant suggestion of healing had first infuriated her. What did he know of anything?
Yet the phrase had clung to the back of her mind, never too far from sight. It looked a little like awareness. It spoke of forgiveness. It reminded her that maybe she might even deserve just a little bit of it. The word need trailing behind her like a ghostly pest when she would dream at night. What did it truly mean, to need someone? What had he meant by it or was it only meant to bother her, to get under her skin as an added irritation? It had worked, if that had been his intention.
Then she had found Amet.
Still blinded by her own tears, her chest heaving with the intensity of emotions, her silver eyes streaked by shooting stars… She flies like a wild thing to the cold safety of the Isle. She still trembles to recall the cold bite of being trapped in ice and still… Still this is all she has now. All she has ever had. There is nowhere else to go. And even though she is still so angry with him, it’s the striped pegasus she calls for. Despite the many fights between them, the tension caused by the Curse, she had regarded him as a brother once. A brother in arms, a brother of the North who had accepted her as part of their family. “NASHUA!" She cries out, her scars still leaking with ethereal light as she stumbles into the snow. Her wings flare unsteadily around her, stardust shimmering from her bloody stars.
Her voice is a shriek against the wind, calling his name as the star turned mortal shakes her head in agony. Ancient stories and memories refill the bookshelves that had once been empty. The weight of intensity that as a mortal she feels increasing ten-fold now that she had removed the sludge from her connection, now that the residue of the Curse had disappeared alongside the golden scaled man she had once loved.
The stallion that had betrayed her in the one way that would truly hurt her.
And then there was the child inside of her. The one she was aware of now.
She was overwhelmed. She was tired, terrified, lost.
Most of all she realized that she had been wrong, very wrong, when she had told Kestrell that she needed no-one.
Ciri was tired of dealing with this on her own. She couldn’t do it anymore. With that endless rage subsiding to something smaller in her chest, her heart brilliant and bright despite how bruised and torn it was, she could finally admit that she needed help.
Yet the phrase had clung to the back of her mind, never too far from sight. It looked a little like awareness. It spoke of forgiveness. It reminded her that maybe she might even deserve just a little bit of it. The word need trailing behind her like a ghostly pest when she would dream at night. What did it truly mean, to need someone? What had he meant by it or was it only meant to bother her, to get under her skin as an added irritation? It had worked, if that had been his intention.
Then she had found Amet.
Still blinded by her own tears, her chest heaving with the intensity of emotions, her silver eyes streaked by shooting stars… She flies like a wild thing to the cold safety of the Isle. She still trembles to recall the cold bite of being trapped in ice and still… Still this is all she has now. All she has ever had. There is nowhere else to go. And even though she is still so angry with him, it’s the striped pegasus she calls for. Despite the many fights between them, the tension caused by the Curse, she had regarded him as a brother once. A brother in arms, a brother of the North who had accepted her as part of their family. “NASHUA!" She cries out, her scars still leaking with ethereal light as she stumbles into the snow. Her wings flare unsteadily around her, stardust shimmering from her bloody stars.
Her voice is a shriek against the wind, calling his name as the star turned mortal shakes her head in agony. Ancient stories and memories refill the bookshelves that had once been empty. The weight of intensity that as a mortal she feels increasing ten-fold now that she had removed the sludge from her connection, now that the residue of the Curse had disappeared alongside the golden scaled man she had once loved.
The stallion that had betrayed her in the one way that would truly hurt her.
And then there was the child inside of her. The one she was aware of now.
She was overwhelmed. She was tired, terrified, lost.
Most of all she realized that she had been wrong, very wrong, when she had told Kestrell that she needed no-one.
Ciri was tired of dealing with this on her own. She couldn’t do it anymore. With that endless rage subsiding to something smaller in her chest, her heart brilliant and bright despite how bruised and torn it was, she could finally admit that she needed help.
-- Ciri
@Nashua