08-08-2021, 06:42 PM
sickle
Once again, Sickle leaves Tephra thinking of where she should go - where she absolutely does not want to go. The place that lingers in her nightmares even though she isn’t sure why. After the shock had worn off it did not seem as scary as it had when she first got back, but something haunted her still. Something made her wary of finding the courage to walk right in there and rescue Malik.
It sits like a rock in her heart, this weakness. No matter that their mother wouldn’t want her to go, not on her own. He is her brother, her first and best friend, and she misses him. She shouldn’t let something like fear or the fact that she’s still young, still small, stop her.
But of course it does.
She’s followed by her companion, the vivid bright blue of his fire not as magnificent in the bright sunlight but still, she thinks, impressive as they wander through the meadow. Hoping to find a familiar face - like they could just turn around one day and find Malik standing there with a grin.
Her brother isn’t who she sees, though - but it is a boy who looks a little older than her. His colouring matches the daylight more than hers, even with the bright moon-marking on his face. Sickle’s mismatched eyes blink once but she hadn’t quite learned to hesitate yet - so she goes over, even though her greeting is a bright but uninspired “Hello!” while her companion lands on her back and peers around her neck to take a look at the stranger.
It sits like a rock in her heart, this weakness. No matter that their mother wouldn’t want her to go, not on her own. He is her brother, her first and best friend, and she misses him. She shouldn’t let something like fear or the fact that she’s still young, still small, stop her.
But of course it does.
She’s followed by her companion, the vivid bright blue of his fire not as magnificent in the bright sunlight but still, she thinks, impressive as they wander through the meadow. Hoping to find a familiar face - like they could just turn around one day and find Malik standing there with a grin.
Her brother isn’t who she sees, though - but it is a boy who looks a little older than her. His colouring matches the daylight more than hers, even with the bright moon-marking on his face. Sickle’s mismatched eyes blink once but she hadn’t quite learned to hesitate yet - so she goes over, even though her greeting is a bright but uninspired “Hello!” while her companion lands on her back and peers around her neck to take a look at the stranger.
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