Gale
this is going to break me clean in two --
this is going to bring me close to you
Snow-heavy winds carry the blue osprey down from Hyaline, his white wings looking starkly pale against the thick grey clouds that fill the sky. The Silver Cove lies across the strait, but it does not shimmer this evening, and he knows it only by the distant darkness of its black hills against the grey sky. The last of the sunset still brightens the far western sky, but its light is weak and shielded by clouds that promise snow.
The osprey flies east, toward the other lands that Mazikeen rules.
Do they acknowledge her in Pangea and the Cove, he wonders? Or is she as distant a ruler to them as Isilya and her successor had always been to Islandres? The brindle stallion is curious, and he wonders what he will find in the lands of the Dark God. The Curse wonders as well, and the parts of it that are remnants of Carnage’s magic flex and swell at the proximity.
He banks south rather than north when the time comes, does it without even thinking. Gale tries to turn to his right, to spiral back, but his wings do not move. He tries again and then realizes - with a deep and sinking sensation - what has happened.
The sun has long set by the time the Curse lands in Pangea, trading its avian body for an equine one, though keeping the white feathered wings that Gale is rarely without. It has never been to Pangea before, but what it knows of it is a muddle of truth and tall tales, and so it is wary as it makes its way through the deep canyons, and its blue eyes are wide.
It is searching for something, and eventually it finds it. A burning tree illuminates the bloody shoulders of a stone mare, and the thing wearing Gale’s face smiles. The brindle stripes along its navy body glow faintly in the dark air. They’re not nearly so bright as they’d been on the day the sun returned, and they seem dimmer still against the burning tree.
“I think I'd like these” he says aloud, to himself or to anyone who is near enough to hear him. His tone is conversational, as though he discusses a pair of sparkly geodes. “- for Mazikeen.” Gale adds, breaking through the control of the Curse for only a moment. There is no outward indication that two beings have just spoken, and Gale is exhausted by those two words. He can only watch the same dark shadows as the Curse that controls him. It searches for someone, and then as it steps nearer the entities searches for some way to claim these entities and their magic, his blue eyes wide and curious just as Gale's would be in this instance.
@[Desire]
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Gale
