a bright and dangerous spark
No one had seen Targaryen. Not in the Forest, or the Meadow, or the Field. Cheri had now spent days wandering the common lands, describing him to any horse who might be willing to listen. She made sure to tell them that he could’ve possibly looked different, depending on the season, but not one of them had been able to help her much. And the false leads - heavens they drove her mad - had led her to every corner and nook of the expansive area in search of nothing. Not one of the stones she turned over had Targaryen hiding underneath.
Cheri was frustrated. Beyond frustrated, really.
He’d never been missing for this long. Maybe a week or two, and even then Cheri had always secretly known where he’d gone off to. That was why she’d started this search in the Forest after all, thinking Yenny might’ve gone to be with his mother there.
Finally she found herself at a dead end, watching the late autumn sun dip low beneath the horizon as another day came to its completion. No Targaryen in sight, no warm body to press herself against when the night grew cold. And out here there was no real protection from the elements, either. The other bands huddled together for security and warmth, (something Cheri remembered from her childhood with an aching fondness) but she was unwelcome to join them. A stranger in a strange land, feeling like her heart might break with sadness.
The first few stars of the night twinkled awake, and with a puff of heavy breath Cheri shivered and pulled her wings closer to her sides in despair. “Targaryen.” She prayed to them, aware that the blinking lights could neither hear nor answer her summons, “Wherever you are, I hope that you’re alright. I wish,” Her vision blurred, the longing and despair mixing together and producing fresh tears, “that I could be with you right now.”
She closed her eyes.
A winter gale drug itself through the meadow and along Cheri’s body, frigid and unwelcome, and when she opened her eyes again there was no meadow to be found. The pegasus exhaled in surprise, a crystalline breath of ice that faded into the night, and stood glowing on the banks of the River all alone.
Cheri was frustrated. Beyond frustrated, really.
He’d never been missing for this long. Maybe a week or two, and even then Cheri had always secretly known where he’d gone off to. That was why she’d started this search in the Forest after all, thinking Yenny might’ve gone to be with his mother there.
Finally she found herself at a dead end, watching the late autumn sun dip low beneath the horizon as another day came to its completion. No Targaryen in sight, no warm body to press herself against when the night grew cold. And out here there was no real protection from the elements, either. The other bands huddled together for security and warmth, (something Cheri remembered from her childhood with an aching fondness) but she was unwelcome to join them. A stranger in a strange land, feeling like her heart might break with sadness.
The first few stars of the night twinkled awake, and with a puff of heavy breath Cheri shivered and pulled her wings closer to her sides in despair. “Targaryen.” She prayed to them, aware that the blinking lights could neither hear nor answer her summons, “Wherever you are, I hope that you’re alright. I wish,” Her vision blurred, the longing and despair mixing together and producing fresh tears, “that I could be with you right now.”
She closed her eyes.
A winter gale drug itself through the meadow and along Cheri’s body, frigid and unwelcome, and when she opened her eyes again there was no meadow to be found. The pegasus exhaled in surprise, a crystalline breath of ice that faded into the night, and stood glowing on the banks of the River all alone.
@Targaryen