City greeted the descension of darkness with an eerie casualness – like a serial killer looking down on a bent, dead animal they’ve taken the life from without empathy. She’s not immortal yet, and still see feels like she’s seen a thousand years pass by her here. The freckled mare has watched the world change, twist and writhe as it rises and cracks open, crumbling and reforming – always shifting. She’s never trusted the land to stay the same, you cannot even trust the rocks and trees you see in this world. Tiring, really, if she thinks too hard about it. Its absolutely exhausting, truly.
“I prefer to never leave them.” her sulfur eyes catch distant firelight in them, glinting toward him as they stand on the river’s pebbled shore. His words weigh in her mind though, churning like a tide as she digests it to its extent. And what suffering will she witness? Only to never be relieved with death, betraying the natural wheel of life. She pushes the thought away, in the back with the others like it. “I am their mother.” she whispers to no one, looking down at where the trickling water could be seen if all the light hadn’t been snuffed out of the world.
“So you are cursed then.” she breaks the silence left between them after she stopped talking to no one. It isn’t really a question, but a declaration of her assessment. He does not enjoy his eternal life – but who can blame him? Frosted skin held in place, the rot at bay but waiting like wolves to decompose him into remains. She does not desire that. She reaches for rebirth, for the spirit of a phoenix to mix into her blood. She does not say so though, and leaves her statement to hang between them in the darkness.
@[kensley] i'm so sorry for the wait ♥
