06-30-2021, 03:58 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.
When twilight comes and Sickle does not return with it, Wishbone’s worry intensifies. The glowing, jagged scar across her chest prickles uneasily, a physical reminder of Gale’s presence. He had known to look in Tephra, had seemingly understood that the twins could be somewhere under the watchful eyes of the volcano, and Wishbone’s anxiety has only increased since his visit.
She has tried to watch them more carefully, tried to convince them to stay close to her — if not her, then at least Tephra. But Sickle and Malik are adventurous, daredevil children, and Wishbone finds it difficult to keep track of them. The twins often disappear for the day, even with Malou’s help watching them, and Wishbone feels as though her heart might stop at any moment in the hours where she doesn’t see them.
They’ve almost always returned back to her at night, as she’s asked. Wishbone knows that the Curse controls Gale whenever it wants now, and keeping them close at night means very little when they could easily be hurt during the day. And when only Malik returns, confusion blossoming on his little face, Wishbone feels her chest tighten as her worst fear begins to come true.
She’s only an hour into her search when Sickle’s blue companion streaks through the trees to reach her. It doesn’t take Wishbone long to follow the phoenix and the pair hurry to where Sickle’s wolf pup body curls on the ground. “Oh, sweetheart,” the purple mare croons, seeing the way her daughter’s shoulders rise and fall. At the same moment, she recognizes the bitter tang of blood in the air, and the streaks of it dried on Sickle’s skin. Wishbone lets out a gasp and begins nosing the girl all over, inspecting where the blood might be coming from.
When she doesn’t find a wound, the purple mare kneels at Sickle’s side and pulls the girl closer. “You’re okay, Sickle. You’re safe. I’m here,” she hums, running her muzzle across Sickle’s flat wolf head to comfort her.
She has tried to watch them more carefully, tried to convince them to stay close to her — if not her, then at least Tephra. But Sickle and Malik are adventurous, daredevil children, and Wishbone finds it difficult to keep track of them. The twins often disappear for the day, even with Malou’s help watching them, and Wishbone feels as though her heart might stop at any moment in the hours where she doesn’t see them.
They’ve almost always returned back to her at night, as she’s asked. Wishbone knows that the Curse controls Gale whenever it wants now, and keeping them close at night means very little when they could easily be hurt during the day. And when only Malik returns, confusion blossoming on his little face, Wishbone feels her chest tighten as her worst fear begins to come true.
She’s only an hour into her search when Sickle’s blue companion streaks through the trees to reach her. It doesn’t take Wishbone long to follow the phoenix and the pair hurry to where Sickle’s wolf pup body curls on the ground. “Oh, sweetheart,” the purple mare croons, seeing the way her daughter’s shoulders rise and fall. At the same moment, she recognizes the bitter tang of blood in the air, and the streaks of it dried on Sickle’s skin. Wishbone lets out a gasp and begins nosing the girl all over, inspecting where the blood might be coming from.
When she doesn’t find a wound, the purple mare kneels at Sickle’s side and pulls the girl closer. “You’re okay, Sickle. You’re safe. I’m here,” she hums, running her muzzle across Sickle’s flat wolf head to comfort her.
@Sickle