12-24-2020, 04:24 PM
The contrast between the world Mesec is living in at the moment and the sound of Alaska’s voice is significant. It is a cruel thing, that he would see her again when he is in such a state. When he is dying.
But, then, if there was a face in Beqanna he would see with his last - it is not so bad that it is hers. The mare who was the first one to tell him he did not have to try to fit in. And now here he was, bleeding for a kingdom that he had just begun to see as home.
If he had just been as free as Alaska, would he still be in this situation?
Her name comes to his lips in a gurgle of blood but there’s a quirk of a smile for a moment as well. How could he not, as he looks up into the daylight and sees her shining face? “Alaska.” It takes another few moments of ragged breathing for him to get the energy to reply to the question that she asks. “Just a misunderstanding.” Maybe Breach would be mad if he did not carry her message but he wasn’t going to incite further violence by passing on her message. Not when there was a chance the feud could die with him.
He tries to stand, to greet her properly, but is unable to make any real progress. Instead, he lifts his neck off the ground and feels too lightheaded to go any further. With a shuddering breath, he returns his head to the ground.
His eye closes, and somewhere among the pain he asks a question - the words are difficult to get out, but there’s a thin trace of humour there between the shaking, haggard breaths. “This… might be a long shot… but you don’t... have healing magic... by any chance, do you?”
But, then, if there was a face in Beqanna he would see with his last - it is not so bad that it is hers. The mare who was the first one to tell him he did not have to try to fit in. And now here he was, bleeding for a kingdom that he had just begun to see as home.
If he had just been as free as Alaska, would he still be in this situation?
Her name comes to his lips in a gurgle of blood but there’s a quirk of a smile for a moment as well. How could he not, as he looks up into the daylight and sees her shining face? “Alaska.” It takes another few moments of ragged breathing for him to get the energy to reply to the question that she asks. “Just a misunderstanding.” Maybe Breach would be mad if he did not carry her message but he wasn’t going to incite further violence by passing on her message. Not when there was a chance the feud could die with him.
He tries to stand, to greet her properly, but is unable to make any real progress. Instead, he lifts his neck off the ground and feels too lightheaded to go any further. With a shuddering breath, he returns his head to the ground.
His eye closes, and somewhere among the pain he asks a question - the words are difficult to get out, but there’s a thin trace of humour there between the shaking, haggard breaths. “This… might be a long shot… but you don’t... have healing magic... by any chance, do you?”
Mesec
@[alaska]