01-25-2016, 12:54 PM
All things are possible, even the worst of things.
He has, it seems, acquired an impressive ability to brood along with his ability to sculpt shadows like clay. Even in his great despondency, he has come to realize this. You see, he has never been one agonize over anything for long periods of time, so this is truly impressive, even for him. But in the end, his natural vitality would win.
Sometimes, it just takes a little time and a good friend to pick up one’s spirits.
Of course, as it is, he has never been terribly decisive either. So perhaps it isn’t all that surprising that has suffered under cloud of uncertainty while he comes to terms with his new life. With his new self. Because, for better or for worse, he has changed. He is no longer the same carefree man that had once quite happily trodden upon these sands. Change is inevitable, but the extent of it was not something he had expected.
But he had learned much of himself in the midst of his remaking. Not all of them good things. Not even most of them good things. But they are things he is now coming to realize had been there all along. He had simply hidden them beneath the veneer of a blithe and careless boy. He has become a man in truth now. A man who must now answer for his actions (or lack thereof, as the case may be).
It is impossible not to know that she is looking for him. She has a way of making her keen interest clear. And so, he finds her. Were he being fully honest, he would admit that he had been hiding. Stealing himself away from a world that had changed too much and too rapidly for him to handle with any kind of dignity. But even if he won’t say it aloud (well, not to anyone except a certain black and white mare with lovely eyes of burnished gold), he has a feeling that she already knows. She knows far more than he could possibly conceive, he thinks.
He finds her easily enough, her golden frame readily visible against the red of the rock she perches on. Long shadows fall upon the desert as the sun sets beyond him, cloaking him in a heavy veil of twilight. He had fought those shadows once, believing they had only come to him because of the darkness staining his soul. But he embraces them now, recognizing them for the allies that they are. He steps forward, held in their cool embrace as eyes of chocolate brown find her. He offers her a small, almost hesitant smile as he acknowledges her request.
”Yael.” Pause. ”I’m here.
And he is. He had given his loyalty to the kingdom. And even if he is not always present, he would always return.
Sometimes, it just takes a little time and a good friend to pick up one’s spirits.
Of course, as it is, he has never been terribly decisive either. So perhaps it isn’t all that surprising that has suffered under cloud of uncertainty while he comes to terms with his new life. With his new self. Because, for better or for worse, he has changed. He is no longer the same carefree man that had once quite happily trodden upon these sands. Change is inevitable, but the extent of it was not something he had expected.
But he had learned much of himself in the midst of his remaking. Not all of them good things. Not even most of them good things. But they are things he is now coming to realize had been there all along. He had simply hidden them beneath the veneer of a blithe and careless boy. He has become a man in truth now. A man who must now answer for his actions (or lack thereof, as the case may be).
It is impossible not to know that she is looking for him. She has a way of making her keen interest clear. And so, he finds her. Were he being fully honest, he would admit that he had been hiding. Stealing himself away from a world that had changed too much and too rapidly for him to handle with any kind of dignity. But even if he won’t say it aloud (well, not to anyone except a certain black and white mare with lovely eyes of burnished gold), he has a feeling that she already knows. She knows far more than he could possibly conceive, he thinks.
He finds her easily enough, her golden frame readily visible against the red of the rock she perches on. Long shadows fall upon the desert as the sun sets beyond him, cloaking him in a heavy veil of twilight. He had fought those shadows once, believing they had only come to him because of the darkness staining his soul. But he embraces them now, recognizing them for the allies that they are. He steps forward, held in their cool embrace as eyes of chocolate brown find her. He offers her a small, almost hesitant smile as he acknowledges her request.
”Yael.” Pause. ”I’m here.
And he is. He had given his loyalty to the kingdom. And even if he is not always present, he would always return.
shahrizai
hestoni x scorch