[mature] instead of nowhere to land | wishbone

[Gale]

Gale this is going to break me clean in two -- this is going to bring me close to you Gale does not know much of his mother and father’s histories. His only memories of them are visual (he can recall each detail with perfect clarity) and emotional (he had been loved, cherished, and never-quite-repentant enough to teach him caution). He’d known them only living in the red hills of Loess, as a General and Cleric. That the Curse is from his father, Eyas had told him, and that it had infected his line for years. The Curse can fill in the details, the names and dates and the shapes it had taken. It recalls the pleasure of seeping into Wolfbane, of poisoning him slowly beneath the redwoods, of encouraging him to rip open his son. It still does not recognize Wishbone even with those memories - she had been another color, another shape, and names are not worth remembering. She is something fresh, something new. The purple mare says something apologetic, but the Curse isn’t listening. Instead it is watching her with Gale’s bright eyes, taking in each bit of her with renewed interest. She’s nervous. She knows. When it realizes this, the Curse smiles. It is an incredibly charming smile, one that is quite like his father’s. It is a perfect match for his tone, light and friendly as he says:  “I’m actually here to find my children. Do you know where they might be, Wishbone?” Her name is said in a way that emphasizes she had not given it to him. The Curse does not know where the knowledge of her name had come from, but it is sure it is right, and the nearly smug confidence is present in every inch of his expression as he waits for her to answer. @[Wishbone]