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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


    [open]  The Dark Lines of My Happy Heart
    #6

    There was no need to worry about him, and when he spotted her looks of sympathy and surprise his smile strengthened as a sort of reassurance. Maybe it was different to her, to see him so young and alone, but for him it was perfectly natural. His desire to explore was much stronger then the desire to stay home. Though home was more than boring. Hidden away in their nest the lack of socialization had slowly taken it's toll. If Evarae hadn't pushed him from the nest he was sure that he would have 'jumped out of it' on his own.

    "I guess we're similar in that aspect," he chuckles in response to her being alone. "I don't have any friends... Yet." At least there was no one he could call his friend. Unless he considered Gossip. Though lately he so rarely saw her that he wasn't convinced she wasn't dead. It's when she mentions not wanting a home though that his ears prick and his eyes sparkle in a sort of curiosity.

    "Do you like not having a home? Do you get to explore a lot of new things and places?" His draw to adventure was a strong one. The world had not yet taken it's toll on his upbeat nature. He wanted to see and learn about any and everything he possibly could. If he could hear her thoughts, the colt would have said it wasn't wrong. Somewhere deep inside of him he would have understood. He watches as her head turns and she mentions the trees. A slight nod in agreement had him stepping forward towards them. "I think that would be a good Idea, Rinala," he says her name gently in acknowledgement of both her suggestion and introduction.

    With light steps he continues forward before looking back at her out of the corner of his eye as his gold and white butterfly wings flutter slightly. "I'm Picard."

    PICARD

    "the road from legitimate suspicion to rampant
    paranoia is very much shorter than we think."




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    The Dark Lines of My Happy Heart - by Rinala - 09-05-2021, 12:50 PM
    RE: The Dark Lines of My Happy Heart - by Picard - 09-06-2021, 03:13 PM
    RE: The Dark Lines of My Happy Heart - by Rinala - 09-06-2021, 07:19 PM
    RE: The Dark Lines of My Happy Heart - by Picard - 09-07-2021, 03:35 PM
    RE: The Dark Lines of My Happy Heart - by Rinala - 09-08-2021, 07:34 PM
    RE: The Dark Lines of My Happy Heart - by Picard - 09-09-2021, 01:07 PM
    RE: The Dark Lines of My Happy Heart - by Rinala - 09-14-2021, 04:31 PM



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