03-14-2021, 04:58 PM
( this world will have the wolves outside your door
make you leave all that you love to fight a war
and never tell you what you're dying for )
make you leave all that you love to fight a war
and never tell you what you're dying for )
He half-expects her to flee, though she’d promised not to run. And what would he do? He’d promised not to attack her, so he’d have no choice but to watch her go and live with the guilt of knowing that he’d let her disappear into the darkness and hadn’t even tried to call her back. It would be an awful lot of weight to carry with him the rest of his life, never knowing whether or not she made it home unscathed by the wicked things that lurked in the shadows.
But she does not flee. Finally, she relents and he has to fight to keep his chest from swelling with pride. He will not boast, no matter how badly he wants to. He will not gloat or strut, though he does allow himself a little grin when she shrugs her wings in surrender. This is no small victory, he knows. He has a sister, he is acutely aware of how stubborn fillies can be.
He doesn’t know how much energy it takes to fly, neither he nor Stargaze had inherited their father’s wings, but he can imagine that it takes a lot when you’re young. So it’s fortunate that she landed on this side of the Cove and not the other side, otherwise they would have had to have trekked through the mountains to reach fresh water.
“There’s a lake not far from here,” he says brightly and there’s an edge of pride in his voice that suggests that he is solely responsible for the location of the lake. He turns in that direction, grateful for all of the ways that he throws light and her glowing wings, too. It will be plenty of light to discourage any monsters that might have any ideas about sinking their teeth into the yearlings, he thinks. Hopes.
“Where are you from, Cheri?” he asks, picking his way up the beach and onto the long stretch of wilted plains that lead to the lake.
But she does not flee. Finally, she relents and he has to fight to keep his chest from swelling with pride. He will not boast, no matter how badly he wants to. He will not gloat or strut, though he does allow himself a little grin when she shrugs her wings in surrender. This is no small victory, he knows. He has a sister, he is acutely aware of how stubborn fillies can be.
He doesn’t know how much energy it takes to fly, neither he nor Stargaze had inherited their father’s wings, but he can imagine that it takes a lot when you’re young. So it’s fortunate that she landed on this side of the Cove and not the other side, otherwise they would have had to have trekked through the mountains to reach fresh water.
“There’s a lake not far from here,” he says brightly and there’s an edge of pride in his voice that suggests that he is solely responsible for the location of the lake. He turns in that direction, grateful for all of the ways that he throws light and her glowing wings, too. It will be plenty of light to discourage any monsters that might have any ideas about sinking their teeth into the yearlings, he thinks. Hopes.
“Where are you from, Cheri?” he asks, picking his way up the beach and onto the long stretch of wilted plains that lead to the lake.
starlore
@[Cheri]