01-28-2021, 12:35 AM
You think I'll be the Dark Sky so you can be the Star?
I'll Swallow you Whole.
I'll Swallow you Whole.
She was not accustomed to feeling anything even similar to fear, and she finds the emotion unsettling. It creeps in during those brief moments when her greeting is met with only dark and silence, and she does not know if it is emotions radiating from the child inside of her, or fear has taken root because of the child inside of her. Islas did not know much about motherhood; not in an instinctual way. But she knew that she had to protect her and Tiercel’s child. She knew that it was her responsibility to keep herself alive for the sake of their child, and in the heavy space of time where she remembers the creatures that lurk in the dark it occurs to her that perhaps being out here alone was not the best idea.
But the voice that greets her is clearly equine, and she feels herself exhale slowly, silently, as the tension that had built beneath her skin evaporates. “The flash was me,” she answers the mare that has now walked closer, her figure slowly taking shape even in the dark. Her own glow, dim though it was, was still brighter than anything else in this endless night. She knew it was fading, though. With each passing day her inner star seemed to weaken, and in response so did the glow she radiated; these were things she noticed, things that she felt. What she did not realize was the way her color was beginning to turn—that the dark was bleeding into her white, starting at the tips of her ears and along the crest of her mane.
That soon she would be as dark as the sky above them.
“Sorry if it startled you,” she says the apology, though her tone is still a touch flat. Though her unborn child seemed to possess Tiercel’s ability to project emotions onto her, it had not changed her entirely. She still had moments of emptiness, moments when her voice again rang hollow and the purple-black of her eyes went flat.
She does not want to imagine how dull she will be once her starlight fully surrenders.
“Oceane?” She repeats the mare's name, recognizing it, and a brief smile touches her lips. “You are the queen here, then.” She had not often interacted with Pangea's kings and queens; had never been tempted to. They were all the same to her, as many of Beqanna's residents were. She likely would have gone years without ever crossing paths with Oceane, either, had it not happened just now. Her understanding of kingdoms and their dynamics was still novice at best, and it would never occur to her that a queen would want to know who her residents are. “My name is Islas.”
But the voice that greets her is clearly equine, and she feels herself exhale slowly, silently, as the tension that had built beneath her skin evaporates. “The flash was me,” she answers the mare that has now walked closer, her figure slowly taking shape even in the dark. Her own glow, dim though it was, was still brighter than anything else in this endless night. She knew it was fading, though. With each passing day her inner star seemed to weaken, and in response so did the glow she radiated; these were things she noticed, things that she felt. What she did not realize was the way her color was beginning to turn—that the dark was bleeding into her white, starting at the tips of her ears and along the crest of her mane.
That soon she would be as dark as the sky above them.
“Sorry if it startled you,” she says the apology, though her tone is still a touch flat. Though her unborn child seemed to possess Tiercel’s ability to project emotions onto her, it had not changed her entirely. She still had moments of emptiness, moments when her voice again rang hollow and the purple-black of her eyes went flat.
She does not want to imagine how dull she will be once her starlight fully surrenders.
“Oceane?” She repeats the mare's name, recognizing it, and a brief smile touches her lips. “You are the queen here, then.” She had not often interacted with Pangea's kings and queens; had never been tempted to. They were all the same to her, as many of Beqanna's residents were. She likely would have gone years without ever crossing paths with Oceane, either, had it not happened just now. Her understanding of kingdoms and their dynamics was still novice at best, and it would never occur to her that a queen would want to know who her residents are. “My name is Islas.”
Islas
@[Oceane]