02-01-2022, 01:50 PM
The blue creatures don’t immediately come closer but they do look down, and Myrna turns her smiling face up toward them. She meets the gaze of the near phoenix for only an instant before it turns away, leaving Myrna with nothing but a brief impression of a beaked face contorted into an expression that she is only sure was not delight.
But then the other bird is blocking that one’s flight, and it is turning back toward her, leaving the other to climb higher overhead. Had it tried to run away, she wonders, and been turned back by a scolding? Was she so startling to look at? Myrna glances briefly down at her reflection in the water and when she finds nothing terrible, uses the water to watch the phoenix descend.
When it lands, Myrna’s gaze leaves the water, and she watches with open interest as the flaming creature becomes instead a black-striped mare about her brother’s age. The iridescent blue startles her just for a moment, but then the stranger calls her Myrna (not Viszla) and her heart resumes its regular beat.
She’s nodding, pleased to be recognized by someone she doesn’t know, when the mare introduces herself. Myrna’s blue eyes go very wide at the name, but she is wordless until Sickle adds the unnecessary relation.
“I know who you are.” She says, her words nearly as soft as Sickle’s. She had managed to piece together enough of her family’s history to be very sure that Sickle would never come to Hyaline of her own accord, and so her open startle at seeing her older sister is a combination of surprise, excitement, and shock.
“Why are you here?” She whispers, and after she hears the words, repeats herself with significantly increased volume, but this time the tone is entirely different. “‘Why are you here?’” She mocks herself, rolling her eyes with a soft huff of breath. “Like that matters. You’re here!”
Without bothering to wait for a response, she goes in for a hug.
@Sickle
But then the other bird is blocking that one’s flight, and it is turning back toward her, leaving the other to climb higher overhead. Had it tried to run away, she wonders, and been turned back by a scolding? Was she so startling to look at? Myrna glances briefly down at her reflection in the water and when she finds nothing terrible, uses the water to watch the phoenix descend.
When it lands, Myrna’s gaze leaves the water, and she watches with open interest as the flaming creature becomes instead a black-striped mare about her brother’s age. The iridescent blue startles her just for a moment, but then the stranger calls her Myrna (not Viszla) and her heart resumes its regular beat.
She’s nodding, pleased to be recognized by someone she doesn’t know, when the mare introduces herself. Myrna’s blue eyes go very wide at the name, but she is wordless until Sickle adds the unnecessary relation.
“I know who you are.” She says, her words nearly as soft as Sickle’s. She had managed to piece together enough of her family’s history to be very sure that Sickle would never come to Hyaline of her own accord, and so her open startle at seeing her older sister is a combination of surprise, excitement, and shock.
“Why are you here?” She whispers, and after she hears the words, repeats herself with significantly increased volume, but this time the tone is entirely different. “‘Why are you here?’” She mocks herself, rolling her eyes with a soft huff of breath. “Like that matters. You’re here!”
Without bothering to wait for a response, she goes in for a hug.
@Sickle