08-28-2021, 03:09 AM
He’s not proud to admit it, but he’s been following the moth-child for some time now.
He isn’t like her - he doesn’t have a family to return to, or even a home if he’s being honest. His mother is a wanderer, constantly drifting from one spot to another — never long enough to call anywhere home — and she had only kept Ymir along for the ride long enough to ensure that he would survive without her, and then she had disappeared once more to continue on her wandering, alone. She had no use for him any longer, and the boy had watched her fade into the shadows.
He doesn’t miss her, though he is a bit lonely. She had never been very warm and certainly was never the type to cuddle — it doesn’t help that the boy is encased entirely in ice.
The girl seems a tad confused on where to go and Ymir is silent as he loops around her unseen, trying to find a good way to come and introduce himself. She looks about his age, and he’s desperate for any sort of friendship or companionship, regardless of how brief the interaction may be. Her antenna flick in his direction and he freezes — had she noticed him? — but her attention seems drawn elsewhere, and she murmurs something that he can’t hear into the breeze.
It doesn’t escape the attention of a stallion nestled in the trees above them, and Ymir is an icy sculpture as the winged man lands in front of the possible-new-friend. There’s something about him that makes Ymir feel uneasy, and he is driven to step forward from the darkness of the trees as the stranger asks why she’s alone.
“She’s not alone,” he interjects, his bravery wavering as he catches the girl’s eyes, silently pleading with her to play along. “She’s with me.” His hooves leave icy prints in the ground as he moves around the enormous stallion, coming to a stop near the girl without touching her. His dam had described his touch as icy, and he doesn’t want to brush against her and leave her cold.
“I’m Ymir,” he continues, hoping she at least pretends to fall into an easy rhythm. “What were you doing in a tree, other than being creepy?”
He isn’t like her - he doesn’t have a family to return to, or even a home if he’s being honest. His mother is a wanderer, constantly drifting from one spot to another — never long enough to call anywhere home — and she had only kept Ymir along for the ride long enough to ensure that he would survive without her, and then she had disappeared once more to continue on her wandering, alone. She had no use for him any longer, and the boy had watched her fade into the shadows.
He doesn’t miss her, though he is a bit lonely. She had never been very warm and certainly was never the type to cuddle — it doesn’t help that the boy is encased entirely in ice.
The girl seems a tad confused on where to go and Ymir is silent as he loops around her unseen, trying to find a good way to come and introduce himself. She looks about his age, and he’s desperate for any sort of friendship or companionship, regardless of how brief the interaction may be. Her antenna flick in his direction and he freezes — had she noticed him? — but her attention seems drawn elsewhere, and she murmurs something that he can’t hear into the breeze.
It doesn’t escape the attention of a stallion nestled in the trees above them, and Ymir is an icy sculpture as the winged man lands in front of the possible-new-friend. There’s something about him that makes Ymir feel uneasy, and he is driven to step forward from the darkness of the trees as the stranger asks why she’s alone.
“She’s not alone,” he interjects, his bravery wavering as he catches the girl’s eyes, silently pleading with her to play along. “She’s with me.” His hooves leave icy prints in the ground as he moves around the enormous stallion, coming to a stop near the girl without touching her. His dam had described his touch as icy, and he doesn’t want to brush against her and leave her cold.
“I’m Ymir,” he continues, hoping she at least pretends to fall into an easy rhythm. “What were you doing in a tree, other than being creepy?”
ymir
you can stop making my bones feel cold
@Saturnelle @Cassiell i saw this and got inspired