07-04-2021, 01:27 PM
all of time and space, everywhere and anywhere, every star that ever was
Weeks had passed since Gale (Not Gale, she has to remind herself) had shattered her legs and ripped open her chest. It had been the last days of summer when she had met her death in the Meadow. Eventually she had been whisked back to the Isle, back home, in the wake of Gale’s aftermath. Her legs had been healed, littered with new scars where flesh and bone had ripped and snapped. There had been a moment where they could have been healed completely, new skin that held no reminders of the horror of that night. But she wanted them. She wanted to look down at her legs and see them, to remember. As if she could ever forget.
She spent autumn in quiet contemplation. There had been the visit to the Mountain but she had yet to follow through with the fairies task in seeking out others to protect. One part had been easy to accomplish, she had not touched her magic since that day in the Meadow, when she had drawn against the daylight. It had taken weeks for the magic to return but even when she could feel it pressing against her scarred skin, she refused to use it. Something within her felt sick at the thought, recalling the way Gale had opened his jaws to swallow her stars. Just because he could. The companion stars remain, hovering protectively along her backside but they seem dimmer then normal. As if they too had suffered.
It wasn’t that the task daunted her, no, she had spent years doing exactly what was requested. She had been protecting others without magic for most of her early life, before she had fallen into the Underneath. No, what kept her from the task was herself. The physical scars had healed but the mental ones lingered. The trauma of her death was harder to overcome, a black spot in her mind that she couldn't figure out how to remove. She found herself alone most of the time, avoiding Nashua and Padme and Mourna, avoiding the others of the Isle as she tried to find that anger again that had filled her with need and purpose. Tried to find her way out of the grief she felt over the loss of her friend. Tried to find a way past her epic failure to save herself or him.
That was how all of fall had passed and winter seems to be no different. She stands alone on the blackened shores of the beach in the lower regions of the Isle, hooves pressing into the sharp glassy sands where Castile had once touched with his dragonfire. She finds her thoughts drift to him more often now after she had mistaken Leilan’s scales for his in the confusion of her pain. She looks out into the dark waters before her, the swirls of her silver eyes sluggish and brooding. For a moment she thinks she hears his voice calling her name in the wind and she flinches slightly, wondering if Gale had done something else. A harsh laugh escapes her, she wouldn’t put it past the monster to break her legs and leave her with madness.
She feels his presence behind her and turns her head slightly to see him. But it is not Castile that she finds but a different dragon. The dark stallion seems much more presentable then their last encounter. His mane and tail are clean and he seems to have put some effort into grooming himself. The tables seemed to have turned in that respect, finding her to be the raggedy one in this encounter. She doesn’t move from where she stands but there is almost a sense of relief in the breath she exhales along with his name. “Lior.” She pauses, uncertain for a moment. “Or is it you Gale, once again wearing the face of someone I know?”
She spent autumn in quiet contemplation. There had been the visit to the Mountain but she had yet to follow through with the fairies task in seeking out others to protect. One part had been easy to accomplish, she had not touched her magic since that day in the Meadow, when she had drawn against the daylight. It had taken weeks for the magic to return but even when she could feel it pressing against her scarred skin, she refused to use it. Something within her felt sick at the thought, recalling the way Gale had opened his jaws to swallow her stars. Just because he could. The companion stars remain, hovering protectively along her backside but they seem dimmer then normal. As if they too had suffered.
It wasn’t that the task daunted her, no, she had spent years doing exactly what was requested. She had been protecting others without magic for most of her early life, before she had fallen into the Underneath. No, what kept her from the task was herself. The physical scars had healed but the mental ones lingered. The trauma of her death was harder to overcome, a black spot in her mind that she couldn't figure out how to remove. She found herself alone most of the time, avoiding Nashua and Padme and Mourna, avoiding the others of the Isle as she tried to find that anger again that had filled her with need and purpose. Tried to find her way out of the grief she felt over the loss of her friend. Tried to find a way past her epic failure to save herself or him.
That was how all of fall had passed and winter seems to be no different. She stands alone on the blackened shores of the beach in the lower regions of the Isle, hooves pressing into the sharp glassy sands where Castile had once touched with his dragonfire. She finds her thoughts drift to him more often now after she had mistaken Leilan’s scales for his in the confusion of her pain. She looks out into the dark waters before her, the swirls of her silver eyes sluggish and brooding. For a moment she thinks she hears his voice calling her name in the wind and she flinches slightly, wondering if Gale had done something else. A harsh laugh escapes her, she wouldn’t put it past the monster to break her legs and leave her with madness.
She feels his presence behind her and turns her head slightly to see him. But it is not Castile that she finds but a different dragon. The dark stallion seems much more presentable then their last encounter. His mane and tail are clean and he seems to have put some effort into grooming himself. The tables seemed to have turned in that respect, finding her to be the raggedy one in this encounter. She doesn’t move from where she stands but there is almost a sense of relief in the breath she exhales along with his name. “Lior.” She pauses, uncertain for a moment. “Or is it you Gale, once again wearing the face of someone I know?”
-- Ciri
@Lior