09-29-2020, 08:34 PM
I've got you deep in the heart of me
-So deep in my heart that you're really a part of me-
The web of fate surrounding their family was always growing larger each time Eyas looked, but she often refrained. She doesn’t know as much as she thinks she does, and she knows quiet more than she ever should. The less she pried on the ones who still mattered, the better. Horses of her bloodline, past and present, the horses she considers as good as family because of their continued support and often strange presence; they live their lives in twisted spurts of action, true immortals beginning to feel the truth behind forever, and Eyas can’t spend her own unlimited time wasting away by keeping up with their myriad choices.
Instead, she prefered moments like these where Elio (in the flesh) greeted her with a familiar kiss and a welcoming wing to shelter under. Eyas leaned into his nose, smiling roughly, and pushed past the tinkling curtain of frozen branches to join him. There, she made herself as small as possible to fit and shuddered gratefully, feeling his warm skin against her frigid side.
“Oooh, that’s better. Thanks Elio.” Eyas chittered and huffed out a short laugh. She jostled her wings for friction, stomped her forehooves, and huffed out the chill.
For a moment it seemed like she might not answer either of his questions, then she broke the silence with a high, casual, “Just waiting for the right time to go home.” As she stared through the crystal-droplet leaves and observed the quiet winter world. Her head turned; she looked at the familiar planes of her little brother’s face and smiled, but her eyes were flat black, all-knowing. No mind reader, though she could read Elio’s mind right this minute.
She reached out, buried her nose into his beautifully striped, crested neck and wished she could take away their mutual concern.
She couldn’t.
Instead, Eyas could be here with him. They could suffer together for once. Their father was going to die and nothing was more terrible than to think of a forever without him - the way he used to be, the way he should’ve been for Elio and their other siblings.
“And you?” The little pegasus pulled away from her brother, curious herself. “Are you getting enough sleep? Enough to eat?”
Instead, she prefered moments like these where Elio (in the flesh) greeted her with a familiar kiss and a welcoming wing to shelter under. Eyas leaned into his nose, smiling roughly, and pushed past the tinkling curtain of frozen branches to join him. There, she made herself as small as possible to fit and shuddered gratefully, feeling his warm skin against her frigid side.
“Oooh, that’s better. Thanks Elio.” Eyas chittered and huffed out a short laugh. She jostled her wings for friction, stomped her forehooves, and huffed out the chill.
For a moment it seemed like she might not answer either of his questions, then she broke the silence with a high, casual, “Just waiting for the right time to go home.” As she stared through the crystal-droplet leaves and observed the quiet winter world. Her head turned; she looked at the familiar planes of her little brother’s face and smiled, but her eyes were flat black, all-knowing. No mind reader, though she could read Elio’s mind right this minute.
She reached out, buried her nose into his beautifully striped, crested neck and wished she could take away their mutual concern.
She couldn’t.
Instead, Eyas could be here with him. They could suffer together for once. Their father was going to die and nothing was more terrible than to think of a forever without him - the way he used to be, the way he should’ve been for Elio and their other siblings.
“And you?” The little pegasus pulled away from her brother, curious herself. “Are you getting enough sleep? Enough to eat?”
EYAS
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