02-23-2021, 09:44 AM
it's a mystery to me
we have a greed with which we have agreed. you think you have to want more than you need; until you have it all you won't be free. and when you think more than you want, your thoughts begin to bleed.
Tephra feels quiet without Svedka’s humor. She shares a kindred heart with her brother, a wilderness that has not been tamed by the ways of life. And their lives have been similar in many ways; the spirit of adventure has guided them, the emptiness of Death has swept them away, the sparkle of optimism has shimmered in their eyes. Without his presence the darkness feels even darker.
Although she is beginning to meet the residents of Tephra, the majority of her time is spent in solitude. With Svedka gone, Warden is her only family within the volcanic kingdom. And he, too, has become a phantom. Wishbone had watched the way his stoic face grew even more serious, and she saw the light dim from his blue eyes. She has seen these signs before, even reflected back at her when she was thin and heavy beneath the weight of twins and the Plague.
So she wanders Tephra without her brothers to keep her company. On this day, Wishbone decides to start a walk where the river flows into the ocean and travels upstream. The water winds through the jungle undergrowth, crossing lava flows and small waterfalls. It grows narrow and then widens again, and Wishbone spends most of her walk splashing through the shallows.
As she rounds a bend in the river’s route, Wishbone spots the shape of another at the bank. His scent is unfamiliar, but Tephra lies plain on his skin. A smile winds across her dark purple mouth, and perhaps if the sun were out that smile would reflect the light. “Hello, stranger,” she calls out in a friendly tone. The purple mare moves close enough to see the details of the stallion’s face, and a bird conveniently swoops to land on a tree branch above their heads. This simple, ironic gesture makes her smile widen. “I’m Wishbone.”
Although she is beginning to meet the residents of Tephra, the majority of her time is spent in solitude. With Svedka gone, Warden is her only family within the volcanic kingdom. And he, too, has become a phantom. Wishbone had watched the way his stoic face grew even more serious, and she saw the light dim from his blue eyes. She has seen these signs before, even reflected back at her when she was thin and heavy beneath the weight of twins and the Plague.
So she wanders Tephra without her brothers to keep her company. On this day, Wishbone decides to start a walk where the river flows into the ocean and travels upstream. The water winds through the jungle undergrowth, crossing lava flows and small waterfalls. It grows narrow and then widens again, and Wishbone spends most of her walk splashing through the shallows.
As she rounds a bend in the river’s route, Wishbone spots the shape of another at the bank. His scent is unfamiliar, but Tephra lies plain on his skin. A smile winds across her dark purple mouth, and perhaps if the sun were out that smile would reflect the light. “Hello, stranger,” she calls out in a friendly tone. The purple mare moves close enough to see the details of the stallion’s face, and a bird conveniently swoops to land on a tree branch above their heads. This simple, ironic gesture makes her smile widen. “I’m Wishbone.”
@[savior]