my shadow tilts its head at me,
spirits in the dark are waiting.
He’s still figuring out what level of control he has as well. Anastasia probably knows about as well as he does just how much control he has. It’s anyone’s guess still. He’s new at this puppeteer thing. New to the shadows, and newer still to his acceptance of them (and in return, their acceptance of him). It is strange, how different he has become. How quickly. It was not the quest itself that changed him (not so completely, anyway). It was the darkness.
Not that is necessarily made him darker. He doesn’t have some new found desire to eat meat or anything. He simply feels more in control of his life, more capable. Less like a pretty pretty princess, made of gold and white, and more like a prince. A prince of what though? That is the question he has yet to answer.
Does he desire to rule a kingdom? Does he want a herd? Does he simply want to be a prince of darkness, living in the shadows and doing as he pleases?
Maybe he wants to be all of these things. Or maybe, nothing at all.
He wonders briefly what it is she feasts on. Wonders even more if he would, in fact, enjoy it. Perhaps. He won’t know until he tries, and perhaps he will try. But she laughs, pulling him out of his thoughts, yelling “Pop!” And he can’t help but return that laugh, a low rumble more than a laugh though. The idea of popping like the shadows portals she flits in and out of seems really somewhat fitting.
She’s quick to lose the good mood though. Are all women like this? He honestly doesn’t know. He’s never spent much time with girls, other than Azula. And Azula snapped and ate one of their friends, so you know, he’s trying not to judge to hard. Granted, has he really found different company in a mare made of shadows, with jagged teeth? Probably not.
Still, he can’t help but be drawn to her. Maybe even like her. He has no idea. But she and him are not so terribly different, in the one way that matters to creatures of the shadows. “Simply if they would like to play. They chose their own form, and I have not asked them to do anything more.”
rhonan.