04-19-2020, 09:46 AM
i have slipped the surly bonds of earth
and danced the skies on laugh-silvered wings
and danced the skies on laugh-silvered wings
"She isn't here," he tells the stallion after a long, drawn out silence in which he debated on whether or not his mother's absence was something he should tell someone he doesn't know. But Soran's face is gentle enough, kind enough, that Alcinder feels comfortable in his presence ─ and surely he could not have known to look for Oceane in this canyon den if she had not been the one to tell him?
His suspicion breaks into a small smile when the scarred man says he had intended for this trip to be both a reunion and a meeting. If only Oceane was not trapped in the depths of the wasteland for another season. "My mother was stolen," he says finally before pressing his tongue to the back of his blunted teeth. The yearling, nearing the halfway point between his first and second birthday now, wars with himself ─ his need for connection versus his budding knowledge of diplomacy that tells him not to discuss politics with outsiders.
"By Pangea." His need for connection wins out, in the end, as he watches Soran's kind eyes. The confession, that his mother has not only been taken from Loess but from him, as well, causes the young boy's throat to tighten and he clears it gruffly to avoid the awkward, uncomfortable sensation. His steady gaze falters and he turns to inspect the willow tree across the pond as if this is his first time laying his silvered eyes upon its sweeping boughs. He shifts his weight as he stares, unsure what else to tell the stallion before him.
An idea blooms within him quite suddenly, and as he turns his hopeful eyes back to the scarred stallion, Alcinder smiles excitedly. "You could stay, though," the words rush out, bolstered by his youthful innocence, "Until she comes back. You could stay." He knows how much his mother values friendship, even when she tries to hold those emotions close to her chest, and Alcinder can only imagine how she would feel to be greeted upon her return together by him, Aunt Lepis, and Soran.
His suspicion breaks into a small smile when the scarred man says he had intended for this trip to be both a reunion and a meeting. If only Oceane was not trapped in the depths of the wasteland for another season. "My mother was stolen," he says finally before pressing his tongue to the back of his blunted teeth. The yearling, nearing the halfway point between his first and second birthday now, wars with himself ─ his need for connection versus his budding knowledge of diplomacy that tells him not to discuss politics with outsiders.
"By Pangea." His need for connection wins out, in the end, as he watches Soran's kind eyes. The confession, that his mother has not only been taken from Loess but from him, as well, causes the young boy's throat to tighten and he clears it gruffly to avoid the awkward, uncomfortable sensation. His steady gaze falters and he turns to inspect the willow tree across the pond as if this is his first time laying his silvered eyes upon its sweeping boughs. He shifts his weight as he stares, unsure what else to tell the stallion before him.
An idea blooms within him quite suddenly, and as he turns his hopeful eyes back to the scarred stallion, Alcinder smiles excitedly. "You could stay, though," the words rush out, bolstered by his youthful innocence, "Until she comes back. You could stay." He knows how much his mother values friendship, even when she tries to hold those emotions close to her chest, and Alcinder can only imagine how she would feel to be greeted upon her return together by him, Aunt Lepis, and Soran.
─ @[Soran]
i have slipped the surly bonds of earth
and danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings
and danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings