they promised that dreams come true
It does not surprise her in the least when he confirms what they both assumed. Her family is large and she has met so few of them, but the sheer size of them makes it rather easy to simply stumble into one another. In the same vein, the sheer size of her family would make one think that she ought to have known more of them. It make her wonder if she’s the only one that feels this way, like she’s always been on the outside looking in, wondering what it might be like to belong. Her time in Tephra gave her a glimpse of that, but maybe it was too little, too late at that point. She’d grown too used to being on her own to be anything else at that point.
He says he’s one of the oldest, and she only nods, because there is no way she’d actually know. To his question on when she was born, she gives her own piece of the story. ”Silver Cove,” she says, which is not exactly a when answer but it was close enough. ”Right before Solace fell ill,” she adds for more context, leaving out the part where Ori was pretty sure she was the reason Solace became sick in the first place. It wasn’t Ori’s fault in any way, just the nature of being born. Then again, she’s never asked for details because she was always a little too afraid of the answer.
He steps forward to smell her, pulling far more information from the lingering scent of Tephra (how long has it been since she’s been back there?) than she might expect a normal horse capable of. It makes her wonder what sort of gifts he might have to discern such a piece of information, though she doesn’t say anything. ”I did,” she agrees, not entirely sure why they didn’t cross paths except that even then, Ori kept mostly to herself, and the time not spent alone was usually spent with Olena. How long has it been since she’d seen her sister? ”I have a tendency to keep to myself,” she says by way of explanation, which is not much of an explanation at all but it was something.
She didn’t quite know how to be with others. Too much of her formative years were spent alone and so, she doesn't know any other way to be.
”I am glad we finally met as well. I’m Ori,” she says, having long since given up even giving her full name. She has not been Oriash since she was a tiny child, preferring simply to be Ori, whoever exactly that was. ”Though I’m not sure anyone has ever asked how I’ve been getting on,” she says with a slight chuckle, entirely uncertain how to answer. Badly, in truth. She was alone more often than not and she didn’t know how to fix it, but how do you tell someone that when you’d only just met, even if he is your brother? ”Well enough though. I’m easiest to find in the sky,” she says with a grin, ruffling her wings slightly. They were the best gift her parents had given her.
but they forgot that nightmares are dreams too
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