08-15-2021, 11:16 AM
mazikeen
Not much lingers from before she had been changed, but there are some echoes. The way she still cares for her children and for Bolder (as much as she is capable of it), the way she hesitates over changing Hyaline’s policies on non-shifters to open up the kingdom, and her views on the angelic residents.
Gale occasionally wishes to hunt them, to see what angel tastes like, and every now and then Mazikeen finds herself curious as well. Not enough to act on it, not yet. Both Ryatah and Selaphiel had rooted themselves into her heart through gratitude or friendship and while she no longer feels the same connection, the memories of it persist. Haunting her, encouraging her to avoid them so she does not have to answer the question of what she feels for them now.
Because she is sure it will be nothing at all. Just an emptiness.
There may be a day when she wishes to purge Hyaline of its angels, chase them out so she is no longer plagued with any ghosts of her past self, and the longer she goes without seeing them the longer she can delay that day.
But Selaphiel finds her today and instead of brushing past him or shifting into something that can carry her away, Mazikeen just stares at him and freezes in her wanderings.
So much has changed since they last spoke. How has it only been a year since the death he had warned her of? A mere two years since the eclipse ended?
She is not in danger of tears this time, those things that came too quickly to her before have no place in what she’s become. But hearing her nickname, something that has become rare these days, makes her shadowed heart ache in a strange way. An echo of sadness and pain that instantly makes her annoyed.
“Selaphiel.” His name is not an easy one to spit out, soft and fluid as it is, but she tries anyway. Her eyes are a deeper, redder version of orange than the last time they spoke. The only physical change that happened when Gale had pieced her back together from bits of herself.
“Still haunting the place, I see.”
She aims for indifference in her tone, but it still displays her annoyance. He’d told her once he would not leave her - would he now if he knew how little of his friend remained in the horned mare that stands before him?
Gale occasionally wishes to hunt them, to see what angel tastes like, and every now and then Mazikeen finds herself curious as well. Not enough to act on it, not yet. Both Ryatah and Selaphiel had rooted themselves into her heart through gratitude or friendship and while she no longer feels the same connection, the memories of it persist. Haunting her, encouraging her to avoid them so she does not have to answer the question of what she feels for them now.
Because she is sure it will be nothing at all. Just an emptiness.
There may be a day when she wishes to purge Hyaline of its angels, chase them out so she is no longer plagued with any ghosts of her past self, and the longer she goes without seeing them the longer she can delay that day.
But Selaphiel finds her today and instead of brushing past him or shifting into something that can carry her away, Mazikeen just stares at him and freezes in her wanderings.
So much has changed since they last spoke. How has it only been a year since the death he had warned her of? A mere two years since the eclipse ended?
She is not in danger of tears this time, those things that came too quickly to her before have no place in what she’s become. But hearing her nickname, something that has become rare these days, makes her shadowed heart ache in a strange way. An echo of sadness and pain that instantly makes her annoyed.
“Selaphiel.” His name is not an easy one to spit out, soft and fluid as it is, but she tries anyway. Her eyes are a deeper, redder version of orange than the last time they spoke. The only physical change that happened when Gale had pieced her back together from bits of herself.
“Still haunting the place, I see.”
She aims for indifference in her tone, but it still displays her annoyance. He’d told her once he would not leave her - would he now if he knew how little of his friend remained in the horned mare that stands before him?
@Selaphiel