09-16-2021, 01:13 AM
(This post was last modified: 09-16-2021, 10:43 AM by Leilan.
Edit Reason: Falling lead vs falling leaf seemed significant
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Leilan
She smells strange, and it feels almost like meeting a stranger. Like meeting her for the first time. But where their first time had been on the Taigan border, now it is the River, another boundary of sorts. Another border, between the forest and what’s beyond. Beyond, is where she had been to the best of his knowledge. Gone into the greyness of the Afterlife willingly.
He’d been places, trying to find out why she had been left behind. Or had she simply chosen not to return? It was a gnawing question, that had led to less study of magic in life and more of it spending on altering portals and trying new transportation methods (and he remembers Kensa’s surprised face, and his own uncomfortable feeling that she might have wanted to stay). Speaking of… she wouldn’t know that. Wouldn’t know anything but the ice dragon alternative that he’d longed after for some time, and used for good and bad things. Wouldn’t know what he was capable of now if he set his mind to learning how.
With Yanhua turning his mind into chicken feed, he had thought about giving it up. But if his promise had been made to a now dead man, he had to keep it. Besides, Nashua and Reave could benefit from their mother being around. Let alone Oren and little Rosey, both not so little any more. Himself? He doesn’t think about it too much. Some questions may be best left unanswered. Like how Kensa was close enough to Lilli, and how come his spotted ex-wife hadn’t shown up instead. Didn’t he want her to come back after all that was said and done?
Her soft smile brightens, his eyes take on a warm brown color and he thinks perhaps the careful answer may be no. He had moved on. He had told himself this many times, but seeing a bright blue spark that he had been missing for so long - so different from those dark, near-black pools he had drowned in - he cannot tell if he prefers the moon or the sun, only that he wants to bask in their light.
Who had he been looking for? He remains silent for a heartbeat, then retorts with the same basic question he had drilled for years. ”You haven’t by any chance seen a chestnut, blue-eyed, star-marked, sleek and about this high?” He hardly thinks about the illusion that’s created - icy crystals turned this and that to create a shadowed silhouette of her stature and composure, lingering for approximately three or four heartbeats before they sublimate like the Taigan mist in the sun. His head tilts and a flash of green is seen behind his eye as studies her as if he didn’t just paint her image in the air, like she is just one of the many he is asking. ”Last seen entering the realm of the dead, though her companions have returned. I’m starting to think I’m looking in the wrong place.”
The words hang between them like an accusation would, but he lets them slowly sink to the floor, like a falling leaf or a sinking hollow acorn. There is no true accusation there, only the hurt of not knowing; but his cautious mind shields it away from his heart, skilled in that precaution since his first steps and the meeting of his sister. Feelings hurt, and they have no place in a rational conversation.
He’d been places, trying to find out why she had been left behind. Or had she simply chosen not to return? It was a gnawing question, that had led to less study of magic in life and more of it spending on altering portals and trying new transportation methods (and he remembers Kensa’s surprised face, and his own uncomfortable feeling that she might have wanted to stay). Speaking of… she wouldn’t know that. Wouldn’t know anything but the ice dragon alternative that he’d longed after for some time, and used for good and bad things. Wouldn’t know what he was capable of now if he set his mind to learning how.
With Yanhua turning his mind into chicken feed, he had thought about giving it up. But if his promise had been made to a now dead man, he had to keep it. Besides, Nashua and Reave could benefit from their mother being around. Let alone Oren and little Rosey, both not so little any more. Himself? He doesn’t think about it too much. Some questions may be best left unanswered. Like how Kensa was close enough to Lilli, and how come his spotted ex-wife hadn’t shown up instead. Didn’t he want her to come back after all that was said and done?
Her soft smile brightens, his eyes take on a warm brown color and he thinks perhaps the careful answer may be no. He had moved on. He had told himself this many times, but seeing a bright blue spark that he had been missing for so long - so different from those dark, near-black pools he had drowned in - he cannot tell if he prefers the moon or the sun, only that he wants to bask in their light.
Who had he been looking for? He remains silent for a heartbeat, then retorts with the same basic question he had drilled for years. ”You haven’t by any chance seen a chestnut, blue-eyed, star-marked, sleek and about this high?” He hardly thinks about the illusion that’s created - icy crystals turned this and that to create a shadowed silhouette of her stature and composure, lingering for approximately three or four heartbeats before they sublimate like the Taigan mist in the sun. His head tilts and a flash of green is seen behind his eye as studies her as if he didn’t just paint her image in the air, like she is just one of the many he is asking. ”Last seen entering the realm of the dead, though her companions have returned. I’m starting to think I’m looking in the wrong place.”
The words hang between them like an accusation would, but he lets them slowly sink to the floor, like a falling leaf or a sinking hollow acorn. There is no true accusation there, only the hurt of not knowing; but his cautious mind shields it away from his heart, skilled in that precaution since his first steps and the meeting of his sister. Feelings hurt, and they have no place in a rational conversation.
something so wrong
doing the right thing
doing the right thing
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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