And when all the lights are broken, You keep the fire going
Somehow, like his mother before him, Yanhua could always find an anchor in the most unusual of places. The River, whose nature was anything but stationary, seemed to pull at him when he was lost and at his lowest. The curling rapids had a way about them he never could seem to quit, and among his favorite places in all of Beqanna this one - the bend of rushing water where Hyaline’s great peaks rip apart the sky just across the border - is one of his favorites. It seemed… magical. Constantly buoyant from the change in atmospheric pressure, a fog from Taiga perpetually hovered across its surface, stronger when the weather was just right or when the goddess of the morning was just waking from her restful slumber, casting all the world in a pearly glow. Yanhua loved it most for the musical quality: the tinkling of the water as it pushed against shoreline reeds, the high and low notes of the wind through the trees.
It’s foolish of him, but he liked to stand out here alone and emulate the noises by humming in the back of his throat.
The sounds soothed him when nothing else could. He had so many things on his mind these days that the music was just about all he could manage to focus on without going entirely catatonic. There’s Borderline and Memorie to think about; their safety and welfare were paramount, and he worried that Borderline would leave again with their daughter when he least expected it. Soon, he and Amarine would probably venture up the mountain as well in search of their shared quest for Taiga. Who would watch Cheri and Reynard, he wondered? Lilliana, his mother, had her hooves full currently. Izora Lethia had returned but was more withdrawn than ever. He couldn’t be expected to take the twins with them, could he? And he certainly wouldn’t leave them alone for gods knew how long.
Yanhua sighed, and the air blowing out between his lips sounded suddenly (oddly) like the high note of a whistling reed. He closed his mouth and arched a brow in confusion, but shook his head at the strange noise. There I go again, he thought, hearing things.
Or… was he?
For a moment Yanhua felt silly for thinking about it, then the very next second he felt a tugging curiosity at the back of his mind. A nagging sensation to try again. His eyes, a soft blue, peered in one direction then the next to make sure he was alone, and then he cleared his throat to try again. Yan sighed, and the noise sounded exactly the same as it had the first time: just like the high, whistling wind over river reeds. Soft, melodic, completely unexpected and out-of-the-norm.
“Damn!” He laughed, wondering where the hell that’d come from, but his musing was interrupted. The sound of hooves approaching and the smell of horseflesh in the air turned his horned head aside, ears upright, in curiosity at who might’ve come to join his reveries.
It’s foolish of him, but he liked to stand out here alone and emulate the noises by humming in the back of his throat.
The sounds soothed him when nothing else could. He had so many things on his mind these days that the music was just about all he could manage to focus on without going entirely catatonic. There’s Borderline and Memorie to think about; their safety and welfare were paramount, and he worried that Borderline would leave again with their daughter when he least expected it. Soon, he and Amarine would probably venture up the mountain as well in search of their shared quest for Taiga. Who would watch Cheri and Reynard, he wondered? Lilliana, his mother, had her hooves full currently. Izora Lethia had returned but was more withdrawn than ever. He couldn’t be expected to take the twins with them, could he? And he certainly wouldn’t leave them alone for gods knew how long.
Yanhua sighed, and the air blowing out between his lips sounded suddenly (oddly) like the high note of a whistling reed. He closed his mouth and arched a brow in confusion, but shook his head at the strange noise. There I go again, he thought, hearing things.
Or… was he?
For a moment Yanhua felt silly for thinking about it, then the very next second he felt a tugging curiosity at the back of his mind. A nagging sensation to try again. His eyes, a soft blue, peered in one direction then the next to make sure he was alone, and then he cleared his throat to try again. Yan sighed, and the noise sounded exactly the same as it had the first time: just like the high, whistling wind over river reeds. Soft, melodic, completely unexpected and out-of-the-norm.
“Damn!” He laughed, wondering where the hell that’d come from, but his musing was interrupted. The sound of hooves approaching and the smell of horseflesh in the air turned his horned head aside, ears upright, in curiosity at who might’ve come to join his reveries.
And when all the nights feel like they're closing, You're leaving an opening
@[holli] for Isra <3