Though his forelock does not obscure his vision, it is a blank stare that peeks from beneath the yellowed curtain of hair. In the time it takes to fully step onto the dry land, memories of happier days have begun to dance vividly in his mind and he can’t help but lose himself in them. From the hours spent chasing his brother through the tall summer grasses, to the splashes of laughter ringing through the air as they explored their aquatic sides with their father. Even the constant bickering that occurred once his sisters arrived on the scene. What he wouldn’t give to fight with one of them right now.
A peculiar, almost grating sound disrupts the rapid-fire flashbacks and his eyes slowly begin to refocus on what actually lies before him. A quick scan of his surroundings reveals the red mare nearby, looking as though she has received the fright of her life. At first, he cannot fathom what might cause such alarm and he tenses, expecting some dangerous creature to make itself known. Then, it dawns on him.
It’s him.
She confirms this idea after tossing an unexpected apology at him and he smiles rather sheepishly at her. He takes a moment to shake off some of the water that still streams down his side in shrinking rivulets, then he mimics her hesitant step forward. The spiraling smattering of stars on her chest draws his attention and holds it for perhaps a minute too long, but the pattern is quite mesmerizing, especially for one that is both forbidden and unable to spend time among the stars.
Well, was forbidden. He supposes that it wouldn’t matter now, if he were able to fly instead of swim. His eyes eventually move to her face, to her widened eyes and he notices that something is not quite right. He can’t quite place the difference, so he decides to ignore it for now. “To be fair, I don’t really live there. I was just out for a swim.” As his smile broadens, it also becomes more crooked, and it reaches up to his ice-blue eyes.
“I’m Eddie...” It is on the tip of his tongue to ask if she is from Beqanna, but he unexpectedly realizes that there is an unnatural smoothness to her skin. Unable to stop himself, he instead asks (somewhat rudely), “What are you made of?”
@Hourglass