08-12-2021, 03:13 PM
I am Heaven sent, don't you dare forget
He had visibly begun to cringe away from the golden mare, fully expecting her disapproval in light of what he had done to the other foal, even though it had been an accident. Instead, she looks down at him with what almost looks like pride. He can’t help the way his little bottlebrush tail spins behind him, not use to receiving any sort of praise or kind looks. His expression turns into one of open confusion as he follows her gaze to where the others avoid them. What about them? He jolts under Aela’s unexpected caress, not use to being touched. Not use to anyone acting like they cared about him.
It’s strange but he likes the way she smooths his ombre mane and he finds himself settling under her calming touch, enjoying the rare affection. Her words are even more of a balm and slightly lessen the ache within him. They were rather terrible weren’t they? But they were the ones that didn't set trees on fire or talk to shadows, instead wielding less destructive magic. They weren't creeps like him. It leaves him with more questions then answers, more conflict muddling his small brain as he tries to sort out who was right and who was wrong. He had been told so often in his short lifespan that he was “bad” that he had never considered the alternative… That they might all be wrong.
What do you think you’re destined for?
He chews over that question like a dog with a bone, another quandary he had never considered before. He doesn’t want to disappoint this mare who untangles his forelock and looks at him as if he was someone instead of something. “I don’t know.” He finally says quietly and pulls a small fiery flower up from the ground between her front hooves as a dark shadow falls over him, watching the petals burn until the flames give out and leave only ash behind. Looking up at her with his wild yellow eyes. “Terrible things.” He says and wonders if terrible and bad must always mean the same thing.
It’s strange but he likes the way she smooths his ombre mane and he finds himself settling under her calming touch, enjoying the rare affection. Her words are even more of a balm and slightly lessen the ache within him. They were rather terrible weren’t they? But they were the ones that didn't set trees on fire or talk to shadows, instead wielding less destructive magic. They weren't creeps like him. It leaves him with more questions then answers, more conflict muddling his small brain as he tries to sort out who was right and who was wrong. He had been told so often in his short lifespan that he was “bad” that he had never considered the alternative… That they might all be wrong.
What do you think you’re destined for?
He chews over that question like a dog with a bone, another quandary he had never considered before. He doesn’t want to disappoint this mare who untangles his forelock and looks at him as if he was someone instead of something. “I don’t know.” He finally says quietly and pulls a small fiery flower up from the ground between her front hooves as a dark shadow falls over him, watching the petals burn until the flames give out and leave only ash behind. Looking up at her with his wild yellow eyes. “Terrible things.” He says and wonders if terrible and bad must always mean the same thing.
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@Aela