Gale
run away with me--
lost souls and reverie
running wild and running free Oceane’s confirmation of Lepis’ death extinguishes a flicker of hope in Gale’s chest that the brindle stallion hadn’t even been aware of.
Fate had already interrupted the bond that he should have shared with his mother, and his own decision to keep his distance had only furthered that. Best to not get attached, he’d though. Yet he feels cold, suddenly, in a way he had not anticipated. It is as though some part of his body he had never thought much about is suddenly gone, and he is somehow less without it.
There is little time for him to process his own reaction though, not before Oceane’s smiling façade crumples in front of him.
Gale takes a step forward, attempting to raise her chin up if she would let him. In his eyes is the empathy that he cannot escape, even without the true magic of it in his veins. He doesn’t mean it to cheer her, and instead takes another step forward so he might wrap his head over hers in an embrace. The opalescent mare seems smaller than she had when they first met, and it takes Gale a moment to remember that he’d not quite been grown when he had last seen the queen in front of him, and it is him that is larger. Larger, but not yet wiser, it seems, not yet incapable of hurt. How many centuries must one live to achieve that feat, Gale wonders?
“I wish I had known her better,”, he says quietly. “From what little I do know though, I think she’d enjoyed being remembered that way. As trying to protect Loess, I mean.”
@[Oceane]
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