Gale
03-28-2021, 09:21 AM
Gale’s eyes are closed, but his vision does not wander. He focuses instead on his other senses, on the sound of the surf and Eyas’ sobs, of the feel of the wind in his white mane and the way his sister’s body shudders against him. She is at Denial, he thinks to himself, remembering what Pteron had once told him about the stages of grief. She needs time to reach Acceptance, where Gale has settled.
Her sarcasm startles him out of his contemplation of the floral scent of spring in the air, and the brindle stallion pulls away to contemplate her with brilliantly blue eyes. He’s sure his plan will work - he simply needs to ensure that no bit of him (physical or magical) will survive . He’s found an Ancestor that will take care of that for him, and he’s sure he’s considered every other alternative. That certainty causes him to narrow his eyes slightly at Eyas’ claim of a solution, but he listens with rapt attention nonetheless.
Having accepted his fate doesn’t mean he’s lost his desire to live, after all. He’s just acknowledged its inevitability.
Another host?
His narrowed eyes morph into a full scowl, but it’s not at Eyas, but rather at a point just over her shoulder as he contemplates the idea. Another host, someone that wasn’t Gale.
He could live, he realizes, he could live forever.
But only if someone else takes the Fate meant for Gale. Gale feels suddenly trapped, awash with conflicting emotions - hope, joy, despair. That last comes in a wave heavier than any of those in the sea beside him, made double by the way he feels it for the sister beside him as well.
”I...I can’t do that to someone else, Eyas.”
Her sarcasm startles him out of his contemplation of the floral scent of spring in the air, and the brindle stallion pulls away to contemplate her with brilliantly blue eyes. He’s sure his plan will work - he simply needs to ensure that no bit of him (physical or magical) will survive . He’s found an Ancestor that will take care of that for him, and he’s sure he’s considered every other alternative. That certainty causes him to narrow his eyes slightly at Eyas’ claim of a solution, but he listens with rapt attention nonetheless.
Having accepted his fate doesn’t mean he’s lost his desire to live, after all. He’s just acknowledged its inevitability.
Another host?
His narrowed eyes morph into a full scowl, but it’s not at Eyas, but rather at a point just over her shoulder as he contemplates the idea. Another host, someone that wasn’t Gale.
He could live, he realizes, he could live forever.
But only if someone else takes the Fate meant for Gale. Gale feels suddenly trapped, awash with conflicting emotions - hope, joy, despair. That last comes in a wave heavier than any of those in the sea beside him, made double by the way he feels it for the sister beside him as well.
”I...I can’t do that to someone else, Eyas.”