01-31-2022, 10:29 PM
I'll settle for the ghost of you.
There is movement in the shadows and he feels on edge in this place. Feels the pressure from the beyond to open that link between them, a gnawing ache in the back of his skull. He can’t though, he can’t stand to look and see the soul of someone he recognized. The fire blazes before them but then comes his name in her soft voice that somehow breaks through the smoke. He blinks, uncertain. And then all the fire goes out in a strange crackling snap and it is just them in the growing dimness.“Sickle?” He says, his voice soft and low. In the crescent of moonlight that begins to rise over the ruins, he begins to glow like the sun. Enough to catch her features in the hazy brightness and for her to see his pure relief. Bright yellow eyes search the mare and find the features of the filly he had once known. Who had practiced with him and showed him shifting amongst the wildflowers. He had known she had been taken when the jaguar mare was killed. There had been much chaos that day in the Pampas and he had been rather sad he hadn’t gotten to say goodbye to her.
A loose smile finds his mouth and he doesn’t think twice before stepping towards her, extending his muzzle only to quickly pull it back. A few flames flicker across his spotted shoulders in embarrassment, that sudden need to touch her and make sure she was real and not a very persistent soul. Her’s was the first familiar face he had seen since he had fallen to the sea. He had figured she would be fine when he had heard only the South had been affected but there is still solace in her familiarity. “It’s good to see you too.” He says and he means it. “How have you been?” He says and then pauses for a second, something like regret flickering in the flames of his bronze eyes. "I wanted to see you but I wasn't sure where you had gone."
FYR
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