06-23-2021, 05:06 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.
Her stomach drops at the way Gale’s face curls into a perfect smile. It should look normal and warm, but Wishbone easily imagines the ill-intentions that lie behind the curve of his mouth. It’s an uncanny resemblance to Wolfbane’s charming smile, and this fact alone sends a chill down the purple mare’s spine. She forces a smile to mirror his, and her over-enthusiasm makes her amber eyes glow even stronger. She’s determined to play the role of an unsuspecting queen, a friend of Mazikeen’s who knows little more than her friend’s adoration for the brindled stallion.
Gale’s question pushes her closer to apprehension, and she fights to keep the warm smile on her face. Behind her glowing eyes, Wishbone feels like she is falling. He’s clearly here for the twins, somehow he knew to look in Tephra. Something deep in the purple queen’s stomach tells her that Mazikeen wouldn’t have told the real Gale where the twins were hidden. She would have known better than that, right? After all, if the Curse is dwelling inside Gale, surely he would’ve had access to his memories in the daytime? But somehow he knows; he must have some sort of evidence to bring his search here.
The brindle’s confidence puts her on edge, and Wishbone becomes aware of the bones surrounding them. A new sensation comes with it — an awareness of the bones inside her, the bones inside Gale, and the recent dead alongside the old. She’s only dealt with ancient skeletons, but suddenly she’s aware of all the bones in her vicinity. It brings Wishbone comfort, or as much as she can handle while she knows Sickle and Malik are in danger.
“I heard that you and Mazikeen were expecting,” she says brightly, even while she feels her grip on the masquerade fading. “I’ve been meaning to visit Hyaline to congratulate you and meet them, but I’ve been too busy lately.” The Curse knows that she knows, but Wishbone hopes that pretending a little longer will give her a chance to brainstorm how to get him to leave. She could certainly try to force him out of Tephra, but the commotion might tempt the twins and their curiosity.
Wishbone tenderly feels along Gale’s bones with her magic. She doesn’t make a move yet, simply because she doesn’t want to be the first to throw a stone. If the Curse wants to bring violence into Tephra, she won’t be the one to start it. Instead, Wishbone tips her nose toward their surroundings, peering into the undergrowth as if to look for the children. “I had twin daughters once. I know they can be difficult to keep track of. If I see them in Tephra, I’ll be sure to bring them home.” She takes a few steps out of the water as she speaks, nodding with her head toward Tephra’s border. Her body language and tone of voice suggest dismissal, an obvious hint that she’s politely telling him to leave.
Gale’s question pushes her closer to apprehension, and she fights to keep the warm smile on her face. Behind her glowing eyes, Wishbone feels like she is falling. He’s clearly here for the twins, somehow he knew to look in Tephra. Something deep in the purple queen’s stomach tells her that Mazikeen wouldn’t have told the real Gale where the twins were hidden. She would have known better than that, right? After all, if the Curse is dwelling inside Gale, surely he would’ve had access to his memories in the daytime? But somehow he knows; he must have some sort of evidence to bring his search here.
The brindle’s confidence puts her on edge, and Wishbone becomes aware of the bones surrounding them. A new sensation comes with it — an awareness of the bones inside her, the bones inside Gale, and the recent dead alongside the old. She’s only dealt with ancient skeletons, but suddenly she’s aware of all the bones in her vicinity. It brings Wishbone comfort, or as much as she can handle while she knows Sickle and Malik are in danger.
“I heard that you and Mazikeen were expecting,” she says brightly, even while she feels her grip on the masquerade fading. “I’ve been meaning to visit Hyaline to congratulate you and meet them, but I’ve been too busy lately.” The Curse knows that she knows, but Wishbone hopes that pretending a little longer will give her a chance to brainstorm how to get him to leave. She could certainly try to force him out of Tephra, but the commotion might tempt the twins and their curiosity.
Wishbone tenderly feels along Gale’s bones with her magic. She doesn’t make a move yet, simply because she doesn’t want to be the first to throw a stone. If the Curse wants to bring violence into Tephra, she won’t be the one to start it. Instead, Wishbone tips her nose toward their surroundings, peering into the undergrowth as if to look for the children. “I had twin daughters once. I know they can be difficult to keep track of. If I see them in Tephra, I’ll be sure to bring them home.” She takes a few steps out of the water as she speaks, nodding with her head toward Tephra’s border. Her body language and tone of voice suggest dismissal, an obvious hint that she’s politely telling him to leave.
@[Gale]