02-02-2022, 01:30 PM
all of time and space, everywhere and anywhere, every star that ever was
If this had been fated to be her rebirth then she thinks whoever is puling the strings of destiny needs to be fired immediately. Inside, she is just as angry and hellbent on revenge as she had been before she had been encased in the ice. Her stars, dim in the sunlight, still glow their wrathful red hue. With only her bitterness to hold on to, with only her rage to keep her company, being locked in the glacier had done little to cool her wild temperament. If anything, it only had stirred it to new heights.
What is happiness? Had it been when she had been curled against gold scales beneath a wisteria tree? Had it been that brief moment when her son had pushed free from her womb? Had it been when she had recovered her memories in the Underneath through white blinding light? Had it been when the stars had glowed around her after being submerged in darkness and strange lands for years at a time or when a white mare with terra-cotta oversized wings had followed her to the Isle? She doesn’t know anymore. She can barely remember any of it, all those memories feel so distant now. As if someone else had lived them and they had never belonged to her at all.
Parts of her fur are discolored, looking gray against her sooty skin. Her entire body hurts to be touched by even the smallest blade of grass but she is so tired from pulling herself free from the ice, from forcing the last of her energy in getting here, that she simply pulls her knees beneath her and lays there anyway. All she can think about is the torture of feeling again and the rolling ebb and flow of her fury so she doesn’t see the colt coming towards her. There is pain when he presses against her, warmth against her tender frostbit side that makes her hiss with discomfort, but it barely escapes her mouth as she turns her wild spinning silver eyes to him and finds nothing but pure innocence looking back up at her. The heat of him seems to ease the sting of her frozen thin flesh he rests against and there is something else. Something that pushes through all her hatred, all her anger, all that bitterness. It wraps around her shattered heart and breathes something warm and familiar around it. Something she had started to forget.
Despite her sorry state, she looks at him and hesitates. Surprisingly, instead of biting his head off, she offers him an uncertain smile. “Hi.” She breathes, her throat raw from frost and disuse. A quick glance around her confirms that there is no mother looking for a lost child and she looks back down at him, confused. “Where did you come from?”
What is happiness? Had it been when she had been curled against gold scales beneath a wisteria tree? Had it been that brief moment when her son had pushed free from her womb? Had it been when she had recovered her memories in the Underneath through white blinding light? Had it been when the stars had glowed around her after being submerged in darkness and strange lands for years at a time or when a white mare with terra-cotta oversized wings had followed her to the Isle? She doesn’t know anymore. She can barely remember any of it, all those memories feel so distant now. As if someone else had lived them and they had never belonged to her at all.
Parts of her fur are discolored, looking gray against her sooty skin. Her entire body hurts to be touched by even the smallest blade of grass but she is so tired from pulling herself free from the ice, from forcing the last of her energy in getting here, that she simply pulls her knees beneath her and lays there anyway. All she can think about is the torture of feeling again and the rolling ebb and flow of her fury so she doesn’t see the colt coming towards her. There is pain when he presses against her, warmth against her tender frostbit side that makes her hiss with discomfort, but it barely escapes her mouth as she turns her wild spinning silver eyes to him and finds nothing but pure innocence looking back up at her. The heat of him seems to ease the sting of her frozen thin flesh he rests against and there is something else. Something that pushes through all her hatred, all her anger, all that bitterness. It wraps around her shattered heart and breathes something warm and familiar around it. Something she had started to forget.
Despite her sorry state, she looks at him and hesitates. Surprisingly, instead of biting his head off, she offers him an uncertain smile. “Hi.” She breathes, her throat raw from frost and disuse. A quick glance around her confirms that there is no mother looking for a lost child and she looks back down at him, confused. “Where did you come from?”
-- Ciri
@Jokull