you've been talking with your fists | oceane

[Gale]

Gale run away with me-- lost souls and reverie running wild and running free   Oceane voices the apologetic sentiment he feels, yet some part of Gale remains aware that the blame for the loss lies with neither blue horse.  His chest is hollow and there is a painful weight on his heart, but it is not the weight of guilt or fault. Articulating this is beyond Gale’s capabilities, so he is quiet for a time instead. The opalescent mare sobs and gasps against him, and he brings his wings up to better embrace her, a curtain of warmth against the fall chill. Unable to see the tears, he can smell their ocean-like saltiness in air and averts his gaze to save her dignity. The brindle pegasus is far from socially graceful, but he does try to be thoughtful. Her best friend, Oceane says after a soft hiccup, and Gale nods to show he’s heard. Her loss is deeper than his, Gale thinks, he’d only lost a mare he has a handful of memories of. A gust of wind brings the scent of autumn leaves and old burning, a heavy reminder of the fire that had damaged the land as well as their family. “Do you want to talk about her?” He asks, “Or would you rather tell me what you have been up to since you and Isobell visited all those years ago?” @[Oceane] <3