05-26-2021, 12:01 PM
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.
Wishbone spends most of her time with the twins. They are growing quickly, maturing from newborns into curious leggy children. She lets them explore Tephra during the daytime, praying they are safe under the eyes of the kingdom’s members. Mazikeen’s explanation of her deal with the Curse rings in her ears each morning as she watches Sickle and Malik disappear into the jungle. They should be safe during sunlight, but Wishbone knows that the promises of the Curse only last so long. It’s why she frequently sends Malou out to check on the children throughout the day, and her chest is always tight until the jaguar returns with good news.
They have both left earlier than she would have liked this morning. Wishbone thinks one of her biggest faults as a parent might be the way she remembers her childhood so well. Her younger days were full of vibrant life and a passion for adventure (and even danger), and Longclaw’s Curse hadn’t stopped her from experiencing what Tephra had to offer. Her mother had worried over her, of course, and Wishbone had felt the concern wrap around her wild behaviors like a trap. She will not let the twins feel that cage and they are too young to understand the ways she will fight to keep them safe. She can’t let her apprehension rule her life or the twins’ lives, and she refuses to let the Curse bully her into fear.
So she let them go, but with the stipulation that Malou went with them until the sun was fully visible.
When the purple mare passes the healing falls and spots Gale, she is thankful the jaguar is with the twins. She immediately sends a thought to Malou, asking her to stay with Malik and Sickle, and the urgency in Wishbone’s thought makes the jaguar’s skin prickle from miles away. But Wishbone’s face remains neutral, a perfect display of a queen greeting a newcomer. She has played this part before — the role of a queen — and it shows in the way she steps into the healing waters to greet him.
Her heart twists at the signs of Wolfbane in Gale (excluding the Curse she knows dwells within), and she greets him by saying, “You look so much like your father.” The spinal mane, the wings, and the angles of his face are echoes of the beloved friend Wishbone had once known. Yet the pale blue fire that crackles along his spine and the spiraling horns do not remind her of Wolfbane, but someone else. Wishbone’s heart twists another way, and her chest tightens in response.
She bites away her nerves with a charismatic smile, dipping her nose toward the falls. “Did you have some aches to soothe? I hope the falls treated you well.”
They have both left earlier than she would have liked this morning. Wishbone thinks one of her biggest faults as a parent might be the way she remembers her childhood so well. Her younger days were full of vibrant life and a passion for adventure (and even danger), and Longclaw’s Curse hadn’t stopped her from experiencing what Tephra had to offer. Her mother had worried over her, of course, and Wishbone had felt the concern wrap around her wild behaviors like a trap. She will not let the twins feel that cage and they are too young to understand the ways she will fight to keep them safe. She can’t let her apprehension rule her life or the twins’ lives, and she refuses to let the Curse bully her into fear.
So she let them go, but with the stipulation that Malou went with them until the sun was fully visible.
When the purple mare passes the healing falls and spots Gale, she is thankful the jaguar is with the twins. She immediately sends a thought to Malou, asking her to stay with Malik and Sickle, and the urgency in Wishbone’s thought makes the jaguar’s skin prickle from miles away. But Wishbone’s face remains neutral, a perfect display of a queen greeting a newcomer. She has played this part before — the role of a queen — and it shows in the way she steps into the healing waters to greet him.
Her heart twists at the signs of Wolfbane in Gale (excluding the Curse she knows dwells within), and she greets him by saying, “You look so much like your father.” The spinal mane, the wings, and the angles of his face are echoes of the beloved friend Wishbone had once known. Yet the pale blue fire that crackles along his spine and the spiraling horns do not remind her of Wolfbane, but someone else. Wishbone’s heart twists another way, and her chest tightens in response.
She bites away her nerves with a charismatic smile, dipping her nose toward the falls. “Did you have some aches to soothe? I hope the falls treated you well.”
@[Gale]